In the end of the ice age, I hoarded tens of billions of supplies

【a few days ago】

The former site of Tianqing College.

The white snow has already covered the entire campus, except for several bell towers and the spiers of high-rise buildings emerging from the snow, this top-level noble school with an area of ​​2000 mu has completely disappeared on the ground.

It's hard to believe that there are still people alive in this bustling campus covered by ice and snow.

This depends on the sturdiness of the Tianqing Academy's school building and the huge amount of money invested in its construction.

After all, the children who go to school in this place are the children of officials and wealthy businessmen.

The schools they built for their children were a hundred times better than public schools.

At this time, a group of students took refuge in a gymnasium in the school.

Under the snow layer, the air is thin, coupled with the horrible incidents encountered in the past few days, everyone is exhausted physically and mentally.

Everyone gathered in groups of three or four, with haggard and panic expressions on their faces.

The teacher who just took care of them went to the warehouse to find food, leaving them here to rest.

In a corner of the gymnasium, a long-haired girl was sitting in a wheelchair, looking down at the floor of the basketball court in a daze.

Her skin was sickly white, even paler than the snow outside.

Her slender figure could be blown down by a gust of wind, so fragile.

But under the long black hair, there is a beautiful face.

Exquisite and small, not as big as a palm, its appearance is six points similar to Yang Mi, but it has two completely different styles from Yang Mi.

Yang Mi's face is always full of stubbornness and self-improvement.

And the weakness and tenderness on her face can definitely make every man's desire to protect burst!

To describe it in one sentence, it is—absolutely poor girl, as beautiful as a flower that will wither at any time.

She is Yang Mi's cousin Yang Xinxin.

But at this time, this genius hacker girl seemed a little lonely.

She has only one long-time friend by her side.

The other students are far away from them, and they don't want to get involved.

He even looked at Yang Xinxin with disgust.

It's not because Yang Xinxin did anything wrong.

Simply because she has disabled legs and she's still alive.

Now everyone is in danger, and no one knows when the horrible creatures in the dark will appear.

Having a cripple by your side is equivalent to having an extra burden.

But their teacher is a person who attaches great importance to teacher morality, and every time he encounters danger, he has to take her with him.

At first, everyone didn't have any complaints about Yang Xinxin, but they cared about her and took care of her.

But as more and more people died, they changed from the initial number of more than 100 people to the current number of more than 40 people, and everyone's mentality has undergone distorted changes.

Yang Xinxin, who can only sit in a wheelchair, is regarded as a burden even if she doesn't do anything.

Some even blamed Yang Xinxin for his friend's death.

"Others are dead, why are you still alive as a cripple?"

"Could it be because of your existence that everyone was killed?"

In the desperate situation of death, human beings either burst out the extremely rare kindness, or burst out the evil hidden deep in their hearts.

The latter is easier, because hate is easier to learn than forgiveness.

And this evil made their hearts extremely distorted.

In the depression of death, people always need to find some way to release their negative emotions.

If pleasure can be obtained by bullying the weak, they are happy to squander this crime at a moment when life and death are unknown.

The strong draw their knives at the stronger ones in anger, and the weak draw their knives at the weaker ones in anger.

Breathing thin oxygen, none of the students in the gymnasium had any extra energy to move around.

Everyone leaned against the wall, or sat on the gym mat, and started talking.

A girl spoke slowly: "You say... can we still live?"

When the girls around heard the words, fear and helplessness appeared on their tired faces.

Another girl hugged her knees tightly and said tremblingly, "We can definitely survive! We can definitely."

"But, too many people have died!"

"Li Huimin, Yuan Sisi, Zhao Huan, Tong Siya..."

After reading the names one by one, everyone felt extremely cold in their hearts.

Those were all their former classmates, and they were the ones who died in front of their eyes.

At this moment, a girl with curly hair caught a glimpse of Yang Xinxin in a wheelchair.

For no reason, a strong sense of disgust rose from her heart.

"So many people died, why is this disabled person still alive?"

Once this topic started, it was difficult to end it.

Everyone seemed to have found an outlet, and Qi Qi looked at Yang Xinxin angrily.

"I have to take her with me every time I run away. It's really troublesome! Teacher Liang is really serious, just let her feed the monsters!"

"That's right, what's the point of her? With her appearance, she might die of illness someday."

"I think she is a broom star. She doesn't die, but keeps dragging us down!"

The expressions of the girls gradually became distorted, with perverted joy in the distortion.

The criticism of Yang Xinxin gave them pleasure in this despair.

Just throw all the responsibility on Yang Xinxin!

It seemed that if Yang Xinxin died, they would all be able to survive.

Or maybe they are simply releasing their malice and fear.

Once someone starts this topic, the people around will also be affected.

"I think she is also a burden! If she dies, will everyone not have to work so hard?"

"If she dies, the monster will not let us go! But... If there is a next time, can we throw her down to lure the monster?"

"In that case, at least her sacrifice is meaningful!"

"It's like this anyway, why is she still struggling? Even if she survives, she's a useless person!"

……

The girls talked more and more unscrupulously.

Their voices gradually became louder, and finally the expressions on their faces became distorted and crazy.

On the boys side, some people were talking about the need to protect Yang Xinxin.

"We've protected her for long enough, so we've done our best, right?"

A boy with flat hair frowned, "Why don't you take her with you next time!"

At this time, a boy with his back against the wall and a perm said helplessly: "What's the use of talking about it? Mr. Liang is reluctant to leave someone behind every time. What's the result? Heh, aren't more people dying more and more?"

He is the monitor of this class named Wu Chengyu.

At this moment, among the people who started talking about Yang Xinxin, a girl with a ponytail suddenly stood up.

With a weird smile on her face, she walked up to Yang Xinxin step by step with her hands behind her back.

Yang Xinxin raised her head, not daring to look at her in fear.

"Zhang... Zhang Mengning..."

Zhang Mengning walked up to Yang Xinxin and looked down at her condescendingly.

Her gaze gradually became vicious, then she bowed her body and said to Yang Xinxin, "Yang Xinxin, please die quickly, please?"

"You are completely a burden in this way, so disgusting!"