At this moment, she and the students walked out of the classroom, and she stood beside him quietly.

He turned to look at her and found that his neck was no longer so numb, at least not like the lightning-struck numbness just now.

He couldn't see a trace of hope in her eyes, and vaguely, the liquid in her eyes seemed to be unable to help falling again.

She said, "You know, they can't get up to our floor, but we can't get down either. We can only wait to die..." Her tone was a little desperate.

Zhang Yu was silent for a long time and did not take her words. Instead, he looked at her and asked, "How long did I probably faint?"

She looked at him and said, "Probably more than two hours."

Zhang Yu fell silent again, and his mind started to work again.

(In other words, it is now around 11:30 to 12 o'clock in the morning. Damn it, what happened to those guys? Didn't they say they were bringing reinforcements? It's already this time, why haven't they come yet?

?Could it be that something happened to them on their way back?).

When he thought of this, Zhang Yudeng took a breath of cold air, his eyes widened like bulging light bulbs, and his pupils shrank into small dots. He took a deep breath of oxygen in the air, trying to calm himself down, but like this,

Instead, beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped from his forehead.

Sweat beads slid down his cheeks and fell to the floor, causing ripples like a crown.

(No, no, they will never die!) He was comforting himself, his breathing was slightly steady, and his pupils returned to normal.

(But why haven't they come yet? It took only half an hour to go back and forth after two hours!) My breathing became rapid again, my whole body was very excited, and the situation seemed to be heading toward collapse.

When she saw him like this, she was not afraid, but felt very sorry for him.

He looked at the countless zombies below, his pupils shrank again, and his breathing sucked the oxygen from the air like an old cow panting, and a terrible result unfolded in his mind.

die!

The word 'death' burst into dazzling golden light and suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"Wow!"

Zhang Yu coughed loudly, and there was a sharp pain all over his body, especially his left arm, which seemed to no longer be part of his body.

Instantly, an even more uncomfortable feeling surged into the nerves in his brain, and his whole body was unbearably hot. His head felt like a ton-weighted object was on his head. He felt dizzy and might fall to the ground at any time.

At this time, he had grasped the concrete railing with his hands, and his whole body was even leaning on the railing.

But the coughing continued, and he fell down completely. He no longer had any consciousness before his eyes, and he let go of the railing with both hands.

Before he fell into coma, he fell into a hug with two soft balls, and his back rubbed against the two soft balls.

A pair of hands embraced him.
Chapter completed!