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Then there is Tallulah, the supreme commander of the Integration Movement!
The real talker of the Integrated Movement, the future indicators and guiding principles of the Integrated Movement, in charge of the life and death of the entire organization, a fearless person with wisdom and courage, a super dragon with the power to wipe out all darkness, under her leadership the Integrated Movement It will surely move towards new glory!
As Tallulah announced loudly, the two people next to her felt awkward for a while. Huang Cheng looked at Alina as if he was saying: Was she always this naive and sociable before?
After receiving the message from Huang Cheng's eyes, Alina just shook her head slightly embarrassed, and at the same time returned a look:
Maybe it's because after you came here recently, Xiaota's pressure has been reduced a lot, but she is indeed like this, just get used to it.
"Why don't you applaud? I said it so seriously!" Tallulah, who was in the second year of middle school, suddenly fell ill and said.
Then the two of them clapped.
Huang Cheng (expressionless): "It's really amazing, you are the future star of the infected!"
Alina (with a very sincere expression): "Xiaota, you are really amazing ~ everyone depends on you!"
After Tallulah was over her illness, Alina brought a pot of hot broth from outside.
Alina filled a bowl of thick broth and handed it to Huang Cheng: "Thank you for helping us these days. We don't have anything good here. This pot of broth may not be comparable to what you have eaten before. , but this is my heart.”
Huang Cheng took a bite and found that it was neither salty nor bland, and tasted great. He gave Alina a thumbs up to express his praise for her cooking skills.
Alina responded with a gentle smile.
"Alina, where's mine?" At this time, Tallulah came over aggrievedly, her expression not to mention how pitiful she was.
"No, this is for Mr. Huang Cheng. He has been working so hard these days." Alina made a gesture of crossing her hands and closed the lid of the broth in the pot.
"It doesn't matter, good things must be shared by everyone. I can't finish such a big pot of broth. Alina, you can drink too."
Tallulah said happily, and the two of them couldn't help laughing when they saw the little dragon girl's child-like appearance.
After saying "ok" several times, Alina took two more bowls from outside and filled her own bowl and Tallulah's bowl with a bowl of broth.
There was a cold wind blowing outside, but it was extremely warm inside. They removed the candles on the table supporting the facade, and everyone lit a small bonfire inside the tent.
"Mr. Huang Cheng, I have something to tell you..."
Alina showed a tangled expression, was silent for a while, and finally spoke.
Huang Cheng: "What's the matter?"
Alina spoke with some embarrassment.
"It's a question about your identity. Everyone in our organization is infected, including me and Xiaota. Please tell me, you are not an infected person."
"You don't mean to say that someone in the camp is gossiping about me now, do you?"
Huang Cheng looked at Alina's expression and immediately understood that this was indeed the case.
Tallulah put one of her hands on Huang Cheng's thin shoulder. Huang Cheng turned his head and met a pair of sincere eyes.
"Sir, we will never exclude you because of your identity. I will deal with that group of people soon. I hope you don't take it personally."
Huang Cheng just shook his head and said he didn't care, and expressed his thoughts.
Just kidding, when Huang Cheng was hanging out in the mall, many people scolded him in public, but he didn't care. After scolding him, he obediently handed over the money and asked for his help.
No matter how many little people scold Huang Cheng, he wouldn't care.
Those who scolded him behind his back were really worthless. If he scolded Huang Cheng in person, he might have to praise these people for their backbone.
Although they were assigned to do coolies in the end.
Chapter 146 On the Importance of Culture
"Since that little devil came, our brothers' lives have become increasingly difficult."
"Isn't that right? I've been drinking less and less recently. I haven't touched any hops in three days."
"By the way, the three buddies in my patrol team have been kicked out. It is said that it was the little devil who did it."
In a simple tent, a large group of sallow-looking people were discussing something. Most of them looked at each other, and something very thin was boiling in the pot.
After one of them took a bite, he threw the spoon in his hand very angrily, still cursing in his mouth.
"Is this what people eat? Drinking this porridge is just like drinking water. It's useless. In such a cold weather, sooner or later we will freeze to death here."
Another person next to him also said: "It's just that it's no better than before. In the past, we could still eat good food despite our hard work, but we didn't take care of the weak people in our group at all. Is the leader out of his mind?"
It's the good thing done by that outsider. I believe that noble. Since that noble is not an infected person, can he understand our situation? "
"It's true, it's already very difficult for us to get the disease, and now it's even worse."
They sat around the campfire and railed against the recent policy as if they were its victims.
But in fact, what they don't know is that they deserve the end that caused them to be in their current situation.
"We want to protest! This is unfair to us!" At this time, a childish-sounding voice came out from nowhere.
It completely ignited the powder keg of this group of people.
"Why should we let a non-infected person take care of us? We infected people have to take care of ourselves and kick that person out!"
As the saying goes, it is difficult to go from 0 to 1, but it is very easy to go from 1 to 2. When one person takes the initiative, everyone's ideas come out like a tide.
They thought of their recent experiences and suddenly couldn't bear it, but they didn't want to use violence to resist.
It's not that they don't want to fight for it this way. One's own "rights"
But even if their IQs are not very high, they also know that the leader's force is very powerful. In the battle to rescue the mine, they all saw the leader's origin stone skills.
It was impossible for them, a group of small fish and shrimps, to overthrow, so they chose a more civilized method (forced).
They want to jointly submit a letter to protest.
It must be said that even when they were not working, they were quite efficient. They found pens and paper soon and planned to jointly submit a letter.
But when it comes time to actually write, they don’t know what to write.
Because they are illiterate, let alone writing, many of them cannot even write their own names, let alone write a short composition to express their demands.
"Do we have anyone here who can write?"
"It seems that this little brother once read some books and was kicked out of the family because he was infected with stone disease."
Everyone turned their attention to a young man who looked quite thin.
His name is Hansen.
"Brothers, I haven't read much, and I'm not very good at writing, but I can still write names."
"It's okay to just write the name, as long as the meaning is conveyed."
The young man did not refuse, picked up the pen in his hand and began to write their names. The person next to him reported their names while he wrote.
It's just that the words he wrote were like origin stone insects crawling. You can't blame him for this. He really hasn't read many books.
But while writing, a strange look appeared in the young man's eyes.
He is different from others. Although he is said to be lazy, after all, as someone who has received an orthodox education, he has been thinking about the significance of the new policies issued by Tallulah and Huang Cheng.
The situation these days also made him feel that something was wrong, and when this group of people stopped him tonight and asked him to write his name in a letter, he suddenly understood the intention of the superiors.
The people above want to kick them out and let people who are not suitable for this organization leave automatically.
And with the current weather and the situation of infected people, leaving this organization is tantamount to courting death.
In Hansien's mind, he believed that this situation was deliberately created by the superiors. So the question is, how many people in this so-called lazy gang were deliberately arranged to come in?
And where did the protest sound that just happened to come from? Why was it such a coincidence that it was said at the climax?
In the dim bonfire, Hansien turned his gaze to the darkness where the fire could not reach. He found that several people seemed to be deliberately avoiding the crowd and watching their every move.
Seeing these young people suddenly got goosebumps and felt a sense of crisis.
As the number of participants increased, there were more and more names on the paper, but in his ears there was always a group of people on the edge who did not come over to report their names.
This made him more and more frightened.
The pen in his hand began to tremble, and the words gradually became uglier and uglier, but the people next to him still didn't pay attention.
Han Sien cursed in his heart that these stupid people didn't understand what he meant.
In the end, he just sighed helplessly.
That's all, just take care of yourself in the end.
After a while, a large piece of paper was filled up. He counted the names silently in his mind. There were more than 150 people, and there were only more than 500 people in this camp.
"Little brother, have you written it?" At this time, a man with a stern look said.
Hansien made a fool of himself and said that he had written his name on it.
In fact, the paper didn't even have his name on it; he had never intended to write it in the first place.
"By the way, who should send this paper over? If we send it over, we might not be kicked out immediately."
As soon as this sentence came out, someone picked up on it.
"Let me do it. Chief Tallulah asked me to handle some paperwork during this time. I think I should be able to see her."
At this time, those people who were in the shadow suddenly heard a voice, and then a man with a cloak whose face could not be seen clearly came out.
I saw that this man was small and looked like a child of thirteen or fourteen years old.
"Thank you... little brother." The young man passed the paper to the thin man with almost trembling hands.
The man in the cloak nodded slightly: "Everywhere, everyone is trying to live a better life, this little thing is nothing."
Hansien was very close to the cloaked man as the cloaked man passed him.
A gust of wind blew up the brim of his cloak slightly.
In the dim light of the fire, Hansien saw something under the cloak.
This sounded like a thunder in his heart.
The face under the cloak had black hair and a pair of pupils that seemed to be shining with scarlet light.
At this time, the owner of these eyes also looked at him.
The thin cloaked man was seen making a slight gesture to speak louder under the cloak.
The meaning is obvious.