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Just as the thought flashed through Zhao Bolin's mind, there was a tentative call far in the distance. "Professor Zhao??!"

"Professor Zhao, are you… are you okay?!"

Zhao Bolin gasped and wrenched himself away from Lu Yizhou's embrace. His cheeks heated up furiously. Slapped by the guilty conscience that suddenly burst forth his chest, he quickly distanced himself as far away as possible. Then without anything to occupy his hands, he could only take off his glasses and deliberately wiped them as the other students came out of the laboratory one after another. W–What was he thinking just now?! They… They almost ki— Goodness! They are a teacher and student! 

The corner of Lu Yizhou's lips twitched as he stared at his lover who was itching to separate himself from him. Nonetheless, he did not comment on it further and chose to bend down to gather the bread instead. Fortunately, it had not been crushed by the zombies' stampede.