Having fully experienced the fighting power of the proletariat, Qiao had nowhere to confide his bitterness and shed a lot of tears—it wasn't his fault that his father was rich, and he was so low-key!
Playful banter aside, we still need to get down to business.
"Are we really going to the underground parking lot?" Li Jingyu asked with some concern. "That's too far."
Their school doesn't allow motor vehicles on campus. Except for vehicles used by delivery services, the cafeteria, and the supermarket (which require frequent material transport and are allowed to enter discreetly through side gates), all private vehicles belonging to faculty and students must be parked in the underground parking lot. The vehicle entrance to this parking lot is located outside the main gate, while the personnel entrance is near the administration building, just inside the main gate. If you were to draw a line between the cafeteria in the innermost living area and the administration building near the main gate, this line would essentially run north-south through the entire campus.
"It is indeed quite far," Huang Mo, who had been silent for a while, suddenly asked Qiao Siqi, "I don't know much about cars, can you be sure that your car can receive the shortwave radio that He Zhiwen mentioned?"
The implication is that if it really exists, it's worth the risk of traveling that far.
However, this question stumped Qiao Siqi. He said somewhat embarrassedly, "I always use Bluetooth to play music on my phone in the car. I've hardly ever listened to the radio. I really didn't notice these things."
Zhou Yilu pursed his lips, trying hard to search for relevant fragments in his mind—he didn't own a car, but he had always liked cars, so every time he rode in a car, he would consciously or unconsciously observe it, especially if he came across a nice car, he would want to look at it from the inside out: "I dare not say all of them, but it seems that the cars I have seen only have FM and AM. Can AM receive shortwave?"
The question was naturally passed to He Zhiwen.
The latter pondered for a moment, then shook his head regretfully: "AM in our country is basically equivalent to MW, which can only transmit for a few hundred kilometers at most, mainly used for provincial broadcasting. To receive shortwave from Beijing, you need a radio specifically marked as SW band." He Zhiwen paused for a moment, as if he had thought of something, and added, "And even with a full-band radio, you have to adjust it little by little and try repeatedly to receive shortwave. I feel that a car radio can't be adjusted that precisely. If it's an automatic station search type, it's even more unlikely; most weak signals will be directly ignored."
"So it just doesn't work, huh?" Unlike the highly professional Qiao Siqi, he still grasped the general idea.
Qi Yan had been observing the students in Class 2, and by this point in the conversation, she had a general idea of what was going on: "You've come to us to discuss cooperation, surely you have more than just theoretical guidance without a preliminary plan?"
He Zhiwen had been holding back for a long time. Of course, they came with a plan. Who knew that the students in Class 1 were so diligent and inquisitive? What's even more amazing is that they talked about a car. Who could have predicted this unexpected turn of events?
"There should be a full-band radio in the Gewu Building."
"Your department?"
"No, the Computer Science Department."
Although the name Gewu Building sounds like it's the private property of the Physics Department, it's actually shared by the Physics and Computer Science departments. The first to fifth floors are for Computer Science, and the sixth to tenth floors are for Physics. When there are no classes, students from other departments can also come here to study.
"Are you sure the Computer Science department has one?" Song Fei was a little apprehensive. He would feel more at ease if you said you were looking for a computer in the computer building, but looking for a radio seemed a bit far-fetched.
The worlds of liberal arts students and science students are like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, separated by the Milky Way. So before He Zhi could even finish his question, Luo Geng, who was on the same side of the Milky Way and understood immediately, helped him clear up the confusion: "The full name of our school's Computer Science Department is the School of Computer and Electronic Information. I feel that the Electronic Information Engineering major includes this kind of radio signal?"
"Yes." He Zhiwen gave an affirmative answer, "I have an elective course taught by a professor from their department this semester. In the first class, the professor talked to us about how advanced information technology is now, but he still likes to listen to the radio. And the major he studied was called Radio Engineering. This major is not very common now. It has either been renamed or merged into Electronic Information Engineering…"
"Um," Song Fei politely interrupted him, "we're not too interested in this teacher's life story, can we get straight to the point?"
"The key point is that he also has a fully functional radio in his office. Whenever he doesn't have classes, he likes to randomly tune it and secretly indicates that he can hear a lot of interesting stations!" Zhao He said in one breath, feeling so happy that he was about to ascend to heaven.
He just doesn't understand. It could be resolved in a couple of sentences, but these people insist on going around in circles to study the periphery. Even if you understand this wave and that wave, what's the use? In the end, you still have to go find the radio!
Song Fei was startled by Zhao He, but his straightforward approach had its advantages, and the situation became clear instantly. However, he looked at He Zhiwen and said, "Since everything is so clear now, why didn't you just say so when I asked where I could find this kind of radio? Why did you have to say you weren't sure?"
He Zhiwen replied matter-of-factly, "Although the teacher told us that there were some in the office, what if he suddenly decided to take them home? What if the radio is broken and doesn't work? These possibilities cannot be ruled out, so we must be precise in our expression."
"..." You win.
Gewu Building is located in the eastern part of the campus, and along with other department buildings, it is irregularly distributed in this area. The distance to the cafeteria is not short, but it is still half the distance compared to the underground parking lot at the southernmost end of the campus.
"The department buildings over there are clustered together," Feng Qibai drew a circle on the floor with his finger, then pointed to each building within the circle. "Yixin Building, Luban Building, Qiushi Building, and Gewu Building is at the very back. These four buildings are in a straight line. And if we go astray, there are Wenbo Building, the School of Marxism, and so on below. There are definitely zombies in each of these buildings. It's like we're heading straight into a zombie horde. You'd better think it through and not desert your posts and drag your comrades down with you."
Song Fei rolled her eyes at him, annoyed: "You guys were still in the newbie village when we were doing dungeons!"
"Moreover, more buildings also mean more places to hide," Qi Yan analyzed dialectically. "This trip will definitely not be as smooth as just going back and forth. Putting aside everything else, the limited movement during the day is enough to make us suffer, so there is a high probability that we will need to find a place to spend the night."
"That makes sense," Huang Mo said, his admiration both sincere and appropriate, his tactful approach making people feel comfortable. "That's why we came to you for cooperation, not only because we don't have enough manpower, but also because you have more experience than us."
Song Fei smiled and said, "So you guys came here to gain experience points?"
"Whether I get any loot or not is not important," Huang Mo said playfully. "At least when I'm picking up equipment, I don't have to worry about getting stabbed in the back."
Song Fei was embarrassed and took a while to say, "Sister, is there any field that your knowledge doesn't cover?"
Huang Mo pondered for a long time, seemingly struggling, and said, "It seems there isn't one yet."
Although it wasn't explicitly stated, both classes tacitly understood that the intention to cooperate had been initially established.
Huang Mo and He Zhiwen both secretly breathed a sigh of relief. One of them was the lead negotiator, and the other was the technical advisor. They were both there with a mission, and in addition to persuading Class 1, they also had to be constantly wary of their two free-spirited classmates who might cause trouble midway through the negotiations. But they couldn't leave these two out. After all, there were eight people in Class 1, and if only two of them came, they would always feel insecure, making it even harder to gain the upper hand in the negotiations.
Huang Mo gave Zhao He a look, signaling him that since a strategic agreement had been reached, they could now discuss the details of the cooperation.
After all, when it comes to actually charging into battle, it takes military generals to take the lead; she and Lao He can only offer encouragement from the sidelines.
Upon receiving the order, Zhao He finally relaxed his upright posture, stretching his aching muscles, swinging his arms, and twisting his neck, as if spring had arrived and all things were finally reviving—pretending to be profound was too damn tiring!
All the male students in Class 1 were on alert, feeling that the bald man was about to rush over and start a group fight.
Huang Mo rubbed his forehead, praying that his classmates in Class 1 were all doves of peace, while also praying that Master Zhao would speak up soon.
Finally, Zhao He felt more comfortable and spoke up: "I thought you wouldn't agree to cooperate."
Huang Mo and the black line.
The students in Class 1 found it amusing, exchanging glances before Song Fei, who was closest to him, finally asked, "Why?"
Zhao He didn't mince words and directly expressed his confusion: "We want to rush out to find information because the food on our second floor won't last much longer, but it's different for you on the first floor. I can't say for sure, but you should have enough food to last at least two or three months. Under these circumstances, why do you still want to take the risk with us?"
"Isn't it good to have someone charging alongside you?"
"It's good, but it's unreasonable. If you die on the way to the Gewu Tower, and the rescue army actually arrives in a couple of days, wouldn't you die unjustly?"
"Could you choose a gentler example next time?" Song Fei was speechless, but he understood that Zhao He was not so much confused as still wary, because in the other party's mind, there was no need for the eight of them to take risks. They had food, drink and shelter, so why did they have to risk their lives?
Song Fei turned to look at his comrades. Without exception, their eyes were filled with complex emotions. He knew that his comrades were all thinking about the same thing. And that was the driving force behind their efforts to guard Mishan and find news so they could escape as soon as possible.
"If we stay here waiting for rescue, the most likely outcome is that before the rescue arrives, we'll see countless students escaping from their dormitories," Song Fei said with a wry smile to Zhao He. "If possible, even if it's risky, we don't want to experience Fenduoduo again."
Human despair is always more terrifying than zombies.
It's not that they're pessimistic, but rather that in such an environment, people's hearts are too easily alienated. If they could actually get some outside information, establishing even the slightest connection between the campus and the outside world, giving everyone a sense of security, the situation would surely improve significantly. If this information could even guide them in their escape, then it would be worth risking their lives, let alone taking any risks.
Song Fei's words startled Zhao He for a moment, then he understood, and all his remaining doubts vanished.
"It's a pleasure to work with you."
Zhao He was the first to extend a hand of friendship, and Feng Qibai, Huang Mo, and He Zhiwen quickly followed suit.
The students in Class 1 looked at each other, and finally put their hands on each other's.
Warm palms covered the backs of hands, warmth spreading layer by layer. A surge of exhilaration welled up within each of the twelve.
Class 1: "Indomitable and courageous, we will survive! May all demons and monsters perish!"
Zhao He: "Unyielding Survival 2... Even in death, we'll die together?"
Feng, Huang, and He: "Who gave you permission to unilaterally decide on the class call?!"