The actor doesn't want to be chased [Quick Transmigration]

"Zhang Ze? Aren't you going?" A faint voice sounded.

"But, Wen Qing..." Someone retorted in a low voice, but the voice was not very clear.

"The kind of high-ranking 'top student' is probably because he usually stays up late and studies too much, and his body can't bear it. No matter if he lets him sleep, he will be fine." The previous voice sounded again, and there was more or less in the voice. Or at least with a little bit of jealousy rather than disgust, "You will wake him up if you call him."

"Hmm...Okay." The softly rebuttal voice seemed to be persuaded, and hesitantly responded.

"Let's go, Zhang Ze." Seeing that he had persuaded the person, the voice softened a lot, and called another person, "Ruchen, don't you want to go?"

The person who was called did not speak, but from the faint sound of closing the door and the rustling of several people, it was not difficult to hear that the other person also listened to the proposal of the person who spoke first.

The three people in the room had all left. After the door was closed, the entire dormitory became empty. No one seemed to notice that there was still a person lying on the upper bunk on the right side of the door.

A person who frowns tightly, looks like he is definitely not as simple as falling asleep.

The person called Wen Qing suddenly opened his eyes, the dark pupils were covered with a layer of mist but still frighteningly bright.

The moment Yan He took over this body, he knew that Wen Qing was not sleeping or having a fever, but rather a troublesome fever unique to the background of this world.

The zombie virus has gradually broken out in this city. In the early days, everyone's immunity to this virus is not strong yet, and they don't need to be bitten. People who are slightly weaker can even get rid of it by contacting the air carrying the virus. able to be infected.

And the original owner Wen Qing happened to be the kind of nerd who was obsessed with reading books, not to mention his poor physical fitness, just as the person who spoke first said, staying up all night frequently in invisible places affected his immunity to a certain extent force.

At this time, he was infected with the zombie virus, and he didn't know whether it would be a lucky awakening ability, or just become a mindless zombie.

Yan He frowned slightly, the weakness from all parts of his body made it difficult for him to even move, and the distance of only one escalator seemed like a natural barrier to him at this time.

He even had an illusion that maybe he died in this world in the end not because of the zombie virus, but because the temperature was too high and his brain was burned out.

The too strong virus invasion and the feeling of weakness in his body didn't give him too much time to think, and soon his eyes went dark, and he fell into a coma again.

This sleep was not comfortable, and it didn't take long before the sound of someone's conversation buzzed in his ears, and the dizzy feeling in his head didn't get better because of this short sleep. In the first half, it became more and more irritable.

"What to do, I think there is still a problem, why don't we call Wen Qing up? I brought him food." Zhang Ze's voice came from the side softly, full of worry.

"If there is any problem, we can't force people if they don't want to eat. You have a game in the afternoon, prepare well, you have brought food, if he wants to eat, he will come down by himself." The male voice casually dismissed a few words .

Zhang Ze, who was still a little worried just now, agreed weakly, and secretly glanced at the person on the bed who didn't respond to him at all, gritted his teeth and finally didn't insist.

Yan He, who was completely awakened by the two, quickly matched the two with the information in the memory of the original owner.

The boy who showed disgust at first is called Zhou Ping, the other boy who is somewhat weak is called Zhang Ze, and the one named Ran Ruchen who has never spoken a word. The four of them are in the background of this world. roommate relationship.

On the surface, except for the original owner, Wen Qing, who is not liked by the rest of the people because of his withdrawn temper, the other three get along pretty well. Even if there are internal conflicts, he is the only one who is an eyesore. He just doesn't know that in the real end of the world After coming, whether the other three can maintain the harmony on the surface.

"Maybe I don't like your dishes." A clear and cold voice suddenly sounded in the room.

Yan He couldn't fully open his eyes yet, his brain was in a daze, his face was hot and his whole body had no strength, even so, he could still feel someone climbing up the cheap school wooden bed escalator.

The other party didn't move lightly either, and there was a wave of shaking in every step.

"Then try mine." Ran Ruchen finally took a seat on the side of the bed, and dropped the bag in his hand and landed on the side of Yan He's face lightly.

The contents in the bag were icy cold, even through a layer of outer box, the coolness was successfully transmitted to Yan He's face.

Taking advantage of this coolness, Yan He frowned, finally opened his eyes, had a beginning, and the next thing became much easier. Although his body was still a little weak, he was finally able to sit up successfully .

Yan He glanced at the bag next to the pillow, then looked up at the person sitting at the end of the bed who had no intention of going down.

The young man has a pair of extremely bright red phoenix eyes. When he is not smiling, he is clear and cold, and looks very lonely. As for the way he smiles, Yan He has not found even one time in Wen Qing's memory.But at this time, the other party slightly raised his chin and looked at you, but he was less cold than usual, more like a high-ranking little prince who casually gave alms to an ordinary person.

"Thank you." Yan He retracted his gaze and responded lightly.

The little prince's preferences are quite unique. Although he is so cool and unexpectedly likes desserts, the icy touch is probably like a packaged cake just taken out of the freezer.

Although it was a bit strange as a lunch, after all, Zhang Ze and Zhou Ping had been in the same dormitory for several years. It was not surprising that even the withdrawn Wen Qing had a certain understanding of it.

It's just that Yan He's reply at this time obviously surprised the roommates who had never heard Wen Qing say anything other than refusal, but the person sitting at the end of the bed seemed unaware, nodded his thanks, and was finally willing to let go. After passing Yan He's bed, he quickly jumped under the bed.

Ran Ruchen took the lunch box that Zhang Ze had prepared for Wen Qing on the table very naturally, raised his head and said symbolically to the bed where Yan He was, "If you take my lunch, your lunch will be mine."

He obviously didn't intend to listen to Wen Qing's reply, and he had already lifted the plastic cover after speaking, and the aroma of claypot rice permeated the small space of the dormitory.Yan He could faintly hear the sound of the boy removing the disposable tableware and starting to move his chopsticks.

"Ruchen...you." The dormitory was not big, and Zhou Ze clearly caught Ran Ruchen's words and actions in his eyes and ears. He gritted his teeth when he was supposed to be seriously preparing for the competition, and suddenly opened his mouth.

"What's wrong? Isn't this his meal?" Ran Ruchen asked with some doubts.

"Yes, yes." Zhang Ze seemed to want to say something else, and finally looked at Zhou Ping, who was already immersed in the computer game, and nodded silently, forcing himself to go back and continue to look at the game information on the desktop, but the A pair of lips had been bitten white by him unconsciously.

Listening to the conversation between the two below, Yan He was not surprised that Ran Ruchen would have the upper hand.

The zombie virus came violently and went away quickly. After gradually recovering his strength, the burning sensation dissipated a lot in an instant. Yan He simply sat up and carefully opened the cake box thrown by Ran Ruchen.

Simple light cheesecake, without any pattern, very simple, light lemon yellow, Wen Xueba, who eats less sweets, picked up a spoon aside, and finally ate the whole piece by piece.

When he got out of bed, Zhou Ping was still concentrating on the computer game; Zhang Ze was looking up the information, frowning but not distracted from caring about him at all.On the contrary, Ran Ruchen, who had changed lunch with him, looked at the empty cake box in his hand, even though he tried his best to hide it, he unconsciously revealed a touch of surprise and suspected regret.

Yan He saw the other party's expression in his eyes, and didn't say anything, but somewhere in his heart couldn't help but have some even worse little plans.

He finally dismissed all kinds of small thoughts, walked to the bathroom equipped with the dormitory, and looked at the person in the mirror.

The college bully is tall and thin, a person who seldom exercises, his face is a little unhealthy pale, and there are dark circles under his eyes that are not obvious.Her thin lips were tightly pursed, and her brows were always furrowed unconsciously, revealing that aloof and lofty appearance.

The eyebrows and eyes are very good, but that look of seriousness for no reason always gives people an illusion of superiority, especially for that scumbag in the dormitory.

Yan He slightly relaxed his brows and eyes, and the expression of the person in the mirror also slowed down. The student who was still aloof and high-spirited just now seemed to have become a sickly but noble nobleman in an instant, and he still looked like he had no ability to survive in the last days. looks.

It wasn't until the person in the mirror lost a little calmness in his eyebrows and a little more indifferent casualness that he barely looked like a thin and ordinary person.

Film Emperor Yan fixed his expression in this relatively safe range, then patted the water, tidied himself up, and walked out the door.

Normally, Zhou Ping would have ridiculed him more or less, but today he is immersed in the game activities and has no time to take care of him, and Zhang Ze, who has a game, has long since disappeared. He is probably looking for some quiet place. I went to practice myself.

Yan He was also happy to relax, completely ignoring someone's vague gaze, turned on the computer and looked up the information.