Zhang Su turned to everyone, pointed outside the car, and said, "You can take food supplies, and if more than three people go, I'll even give you a car!"
He hadn't even considered using the [Loyalty Brand] on Song Yijun, because he didn't deserve it.
Despite such generous conditions, everyone shook their heads. They often didn't even have ideas and just hoped soone would lead them to survive.
"Did I ever say I wanted to leave? I was just giving my opinion. If you don't agree, then fine, I'm not leaving!"
Song Yijun's face turned red and pale alternately. Seeing the zombie that Lu Yubo had kicked down the stairs, a wave of fear surged in his heart. Was the outside world so terrifying? Could he really make it alone after leaving the team?
Upon reflection, the answer was no...
Complaining and arguing were just for a montary satisfaction; he didn't actually want to leave the team.
"No way, your presence is seriously affecting the team's unity. You must leave today. If you don't, then don't bla ."
Zhang Su placed his hand on the knife sheath at his waist, making it clear what his intentions were. Previously, without enough reason, he couldn't act rashly, but now there was ample justification.
After a full day of sunlight, the temperature had sowhat ward up to about ten degrees, but the group inside the noodle shop felt the temperature had plumted to zero!
Before the disaster, so might have thought Zhang Su was just saying harsh words to vent, but now no one doubted him; he absolutely ant what he said.
"Don't, Brother Su, he's not thinking straight. Don't take it personally."
Kuang Miao hurriedly pleaded.
He really didn't like Song Yijun's actions, but after all, they were classmates once, and their dorms were quite close. They knew each other and had a decent relationship.
Zhang Su shook his head and said, "Today this matter must be addressed clearly. He will create extrely adverse effects at crucial monts for us. This is dangerous; he must go!"
Different voices within the team are indeed normal, just like how Kuang Miao would occasionally suggest different proposals, Zheng Xinyu, Lu Yubo, and Yuwen sotis voiced their own suggestions. Song Yijun was different; he was purely opposed, deliberately irritating people, and using words to weaken the team's cohesion. This was terrifying!
"Su..."
Pei Lan was about to speak but Lu Yubo pulled her aside, as she pressed her lips and ultimately said nothing.
Song Yijun hadn't expected things to co to this point, his expression was extrely unpleasant, his fists clenched tightly, as he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go, I'll go! Give my stuff!"
"I an what I say. Xinyu, give him a backpack full of supplies!" Zhang Su was quite forthright, as those supplies weren't his anyway, just calculated from the student group's inventory.
"Hey, don't be so impulsive!"
Kuang Miao grabbed Song Yijun urgently. He was truly anxious, looking at Chen Hanzhou, then at Pei Lan; one had an angry brow and wished Song Yijun would hurry and leave, while the other avoided eye contact with him.
"Brother Su, if you insist that Song Yijun leaves, I'll go with him!"
Kuang Miao said sothing that shocked everyone.
Song Yijun was stunned, looking at Kuang Miao in disbelief—feeling moved, guilty, and having a deeper aversion and hatred for Zhang Su.
Zhang Su frowned at Kuang Miao, then after less than three seconds, relaxed his expression and smiled, "No problem, Xinyu, give them one more backpack of supplies!"
The ploy of children threatening adults could never make Zhang Su compromise. He never really cared about the student group—it was they who insisted on following, and now after following, they caused trouble.
"You just love being a pushover!"
Chen Hanzhou looked at Kuang Miao with disdain for his weakness, snorted, and turned away. In his view, this kind of impulsive dispute was extrely foolish!
"Good brother!"
Song Yijun grabbed Kuang Miao's arm, with a flush of excitent on his face, turning to look at everyone, "Is there anyone else who wants to leave with us? With three people, we can share a car; Zhang Su said so himself!"
However, Song Yijun was t only with silence, the group looked at him as if he were a fool.
"Like children squabbling, stepping outside is uncertain life and death... Silly child..."
Yuwen shook his head, muttering that today's university students were really immature.
Yet Song Yijun didn't see it that way; instead, he was full of high spirits, "If young we must be bold, Uncle Fish, teachers, want to join us? We operate democratically, votes decide, not one-man rule!"
Zhao Dezhu squeezed out a humorous, odd expression, shook his head, and didn't respond.
Yuwen simply gave an encouraging smile and shook his head, implying he wished them success in their endeavors.
Soon Zheng Xinyu brought two backpacks filled with supplies, bulging, she hadn't tampered with them to avoid complaints that would affect Zhang Su's authority.
Zhang Su took them from her hands and placed them on the table, saying, "No more speeches, good luck to you!"
"Thank you!" Song Yijun said coldly, picking up a backpack and feeling its heavy weight; his heart was filled with regret, but once the arrow was released, there was no turning back.
"Brother Su, though our ti together wasn't long, I still learned a lot from you, really, thank you." Kuang Miao was very sincere; he truly didn't want to leave but couldn't abandon his friend.
Song Yijun and Kuang Miao put on their backpacks, and under the gaze of the group, walked out of the noodle shop. They both knew that to the left on Construction Road there was a large group of zombies, so they headed to the right.
"Just like kids, thinking it's like being at ho arguing with parents... sigh."
Tan Huajun's daughter was a few years younger than them, seeing them as juniors, similar to when her daughter refused to eat to persuade buying a mobile phone, later cooking noodles in the kitchen secretly with faint dizziness, and even scalding her hand.
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