Ironclad, died and resurrected, I've decided to go to the mic!

The background music finally stopped.

The special effects and sound effects fell completely silent.

Qi Ye collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

The spotlight went out, and the Buddha's light effect slowly dissipated.

The torturous chanting finally stopped, and he was finally able to relax.

He collapsed onto the floor, completely unwilling to move an inch.

On March 7th, he reluctantly put away his camera.

She raised her hand and patted Qi Ye's shoulder, her eyes full of mockery.

She said in a tone that showed she had a high opinion of him that...

"To be continued next time."

After saying that, he turned and left decisively.

Qiye lay on the cold corridor floor, staring at the ceiling above her head.

His face remained expressionless, but his heart was in turmoil.

He secretly made an extremely solemn decision in his heart.

If anyone dares to let him use this weird light cone again, he'll knock himself out first.

Dan Heng slowly walked out from the corner of the corridor.

His face still held that same aloof and indifferent expression that never changed.

But as he passed by the paralyzed Qiye, his steps faltered slightly for a moment.

He broke his usual composed demeanor of never looking to the side.

"……good."

Two simple words, falling lightly.

After he finished speaking, he didn't stop and continued walking forward.

His steps were steady and composed, his back view crisp and ruthless.

Qi Ye sprang up from the ground instantly, completely ignoring the soreness and weakness all over her body.

He limped quickly to catch up with Danheng ahead.

"Danheng, did you just praise me?! You definitely did, right?!"

His eyes shone, and his tone was full of certainty and excitement.

"I'll say it again! I want to record this and save it!"

Dan Heng did not turn around or give any response throughout the entire process.

Not only that, he also subtly quickened his pace.

It's obvious they don't want to get into this topic.

The three of them walked side by side along the corridor of the space station.

The roadside was a scene of devastation, bearing the marks of the antimatter army's rampage.

The overturned precision instruments were scattered all over the ground, and broken glass shards were everywhere.

The thick walls were covered with burn cracks of varying depths.

Occasionally, a few lone pawns would dart out from the shadows around the corner.

However, compared to before, the number of monsters has decreased by more than half.

As the group turned a corner, March 7th suddenly raised his hand and stopped everyone.

Her expression hardened, and she immediately looked warily into the depths of the corridor.

"Wait—there's someone ahead!"

At the end of the corridor, a thin, gray figure huddled on the ground.

The other party remained motionless, seemingly without any movement.

As the group quickly approached, they realized that the person lying on the ground was a girl.

Her long, gray hair clung messily to her pale cheeks.

His coat was covered in dust, making him look particularly disheveled.

Her breathing was very weak, but still even and steady.

There is no immediate danger to his life.

On March 7th, he immediately squatted down and carefully turned the girl over.

The girl's face was pale and serene, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

It looked as if it had fallen into a deep sleep.

On March 7th, my anxiety eased a little.

"Still alive!"

She let out a long sigh of relief, then frowned deeply again.

"But he was completely unconscious, and we couldn't wake him up no matter what we did."

"Her breathing is getting weaker and weaker; she needs immediate first aid!"

Dan Heng immediately squatted down and quickly checked the girl's condition.

After reading it, his brows furrowed tightly, and his expression became serious.

"Breathing obstruction. Artificial respiration is needed."

A calm and straightforward judgment instantly made the atmosphere subtle.

March 7th was stunned on the spot, caught off guard.

She blinked, and spoke with a hint of confusion.

"CPR? Who will do it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

Dan Heng remained silent, simply looking calmly at March 7th.

His gaze was direct, and his meaning was self-evident.

March 7th pointed incredulously at himself.

His face was etched with a mixture of absurdity and panic.

"I?"

Dan Heng remained silent, only nodding slightly.

"No, why me?!"

March 7th's cheeks instantly turned bright red.

"You can't do it? You definitely know first aid!"

She hurriedly tried to shift the blame, struggling to do so.

"I won't."

Dan Heng lied with a straight face, expressionless.

"Who are you kidding! You clearly participated in the entire first aid training for the train crew!"

March 7th was speechless after hearing his words and retorted angrily.

"I forgot."

Two words shut down all excuses.

"you--"

March 7th was so angry with him that he was speechless and couldn't say a word.

She turned her head sharply and looked to Qiye for help.

At this moment, Qi Ye was lazily leaning against the wall.

He crossed his arms and watched the whole thing with great interest.

They clearly had the air of enjoying watching a show.