Zongman: The post-2D era

"If you lose, it's only natural. If you win, you can count on me to help you revive this ruin."

The priest lowered his head slightly, his face showing no displeasure, but calm and composed: "Master Fengfeng, you are too kind. Although this land is dilapidated, it carries the memories and hopes of countless people."

"I just hope that one day, it can regain its vitality. Your arrival may be the opportunity for this land to be reborn."

Feng Feng chuckled twice, said nothing, and strode towards the depths of the ruins.

"The tickets are expensive, and Rikka is against it, so why should I…"

Chapter 675: Shikoku Island Flattened

Sunday, May 7

Feng Feng took the ticket and walked along the abandoned road

The priest followed closely behind, walking steadily, as if telling the vicissitudes of the history of this land.

They walked through the ruins, with broken bricks and tangled weeds under their feet.

The wind blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness and the sound of waves hitting the shore in the distance.

Feng Feng stopped and looked up at the sky, only to see a layer of gray clouds that seemed to be carrying the heaviness and sadness of this land.

The priest stood beside him, pointing to a collapsed tower not far away, his voice full of nostalgia: "There, there was once a landmark building of Shikoku Island, towering into the sky, witnessing the splendor and glory of this land."

He paused, and then continued, "Unfortunately, only these broken walls and ruins are left now, telling of the past glory and present desolation."

Feng Feng took firm steps and walked through the ruins.

“I saw the glory of the past.”

His eyes were sharp, as if they could penetrate this desolation and reach the once glorious past.

"The history and culture of Shikoku Island in the past..."

The priest followed closely behind, his voice deep and magnetic, telling the story of Shikoku Island's former glory.

"Ding-ling-ling. Ding-ling-ling..."

Feng Feng took out his cell phone and raised his other hand to signal the priest to be quiet.

The priest lit the fire, bowed slightly, and stood at one side.

The voice of Liuhua came from the other end of the phone: "Feng Feng, I'm at the hot pot restaurant where Qun Qianjing works. Come in ten minutes to prove that you are just going out for a walk."

"You're not in Yuuki World right now, are you?"

"Correct."

Feng Feng's black pupils turned crimson.

The next moment, a red light began to spread out from Feng Feng's body.

After the red light, the ruins of Shikoku Island turned into a vast expanse of land. The priest fell to the ground with tears of fear on his face.

Inside the hot pot restaurant eight minutes later.

Qun Qianjing looked at Feng Feng, a trace of gratitude flashed in her eyes. She nodded slightly and turned to walk towards the staff rest area.

The sunlight shone through the window onto her, leaving a gentle shadow.

She sat down on the bench, took off her shoes, and slipped her tired feet into soft slippers.

"You plan to let me go back to Yuki World and give me Shikoku Island?"

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if to suck away all the fatigue.

Feng Feng looked around the neatly cleaned hot pot restaurant, and it seemed that every corner was sparkling.

He walked over to Qun Qianjing and patted her shoulder gently, his voice gentle but firm:

"Qian Jing, you've done a great job here. But I think you may still have some doubts and choices in your mind."

Qun Qianjing opened her eyes, and her eyes revealed a complex emotion.

She looked at Feng Feng and asked softly, "Feng Feng, can I... can I really choose?"

"Choose to reform, or rather, to destroy my past world."

Feng Feng nodded, his eyes were deep and sincere: "Yes, Qian Jing. You can choose to stay in Utopia, or you can choose to return to the world of Yuki."

"Whatever your choice is, I will respect and support you."

After Feng Feng finished speaking, he walked towards the dining table where Liuhua was sitting. An oil bubble burst from the hot pot on the table.

Liuhua picked up a thin slice of meat with chopsticks and gently placed it into the boiling hot pot.

The meat slices instantly curled up in the hot soup, creating ripples. She picked up the already cooked meat slices, put them in her mouth, chewed them carefully, and a satisfied expression appeared on her face.

Suddenly, she turned her head, hummed softly, and stared at Feng Fengwei's shoes.

There was some mud on Feng Feng's shoes, obviously he had just come from somewhere.

There was a hint of teasing in Liuhua's eyes, as if she was making fun of Fengfeng's casualness.

"Feng Feng, your shoes are so dirty." Liuhua teased, with a mischievous smile on her lips.

Hearing this, Feng Feng looked down at his shoes and shook his head helplessly.

I was walking through the ruins just now, so it is inevitable that I got some mud on my hands.

But he didn't care. He just smiled and said, "There's nothing I can do. I just went to Shikoku Island, and it's a ruin now."

After hearing this, Liuhua laughed softly and said, "Fengfeng, you are such a fool. You just walked so far and made your shoes so dirty."

As she spoke, she handed Feng Feng a tissue to wipe the dirt off his shoes, with a gentle light in her eyes.

Then she pulled Feng Feng to sit down, picked up a lot of fresh vegetables for him with chopsticks, and put them into the boiling hot pot.

"Today you are only allowed to eat vegetables. This is a punishment."

The steam from the hot pot rose up, filling the entire restaurant with an enticing aroma.

Liuhua looked at Fengfeng eating, a happy smile on her face, as if the whole world became warmer because of his arrival.

"Rikka, I'm sorry."

Feng Feng accepted Liuhua's punishment with a smile and felt a peace and satisfaction he had never felt before.

In this small hot pot restaurant, he seemed to have found his home.

The two looked at each other and smiled, as if time had stopped at this moment, leaving only the warmth and happiness between them.

The sunlight shone through the glass door of the hot pot restaurant and onto Qun Qianjing's face, reflecting her complex emotions.

She sat quietly on the bench, but her eyes involuntarily drifted towards the couple who were enjoying hot pot.

Fengfeng and Liuhua's laughter and conversation intertwined in the air, forming a warm picture.

Qun Qianjing stood up, dusted himself off, and slowly walked towards the boss' office.

“I’ll be able to do this one day…”

Every step Qun Qianjing took seemed so heavy, as if carrying all her thoughts and decisions.

She pushed open the door and walked into the relatively quiet space.

"Boss, I'm going to quit and go home!"

The sunlight slanted in through the window, illuminating the entire office.

Yatoshin sat behind his desk, folding his hands, lost in thought.

On the other side, Liuhua's elbow gently nudged Fengfeng, and there was a hint of concern in her voice:

"Feng Feng, you just said you went to Shikoku Island, how is it going there now?"

"Also, is there something going on between you and Qian Jing that we don't know about?"

Feng Feng put down his chopsticks, looked out the window, and a deep look flashed in his eyes.

The ruins of Shikoku Island seemed to reappear before his eyes. Those broken walls and the laughter and joy that once filled the air had all turned into a wasteland.

He sighed softly and spoke slowly: “Shikoku Island…is no longer the Shikoku Island it once was.

"As for Qian Jing and I, we...are old acquaintances, and we also have different positions."

Liuhua listened quietly, feeling the heaviness in Fengfeng's words.

"You don't have to explain."

She reached out and gently held Feng Feng's hand, giving him silent comfort.

The two people's eyes met in the heat of the hot pot, as if at this moment, they could understand and support each other.

Liuhua looked at Fengfeng's slightly melancholy eyes, bit her lip lightly, and said softly: "Fengfeng, I forgive you for not telling me about going to Shikoku Island yesterday?"

Feng Feng was slightly stunned. He didn't expect Liuhua to mention this matter so directly. He hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to be honest.

"Yes, I do have some things to take care of." He whispered, with a hint of barely perceptible fatigue in his voice.

Seeing this, Liuhua felt heartbroken. She stretched out her chopsticks, picked up two green peppers that she hated and put them into Fengfeng's bowl.

"Eat the green peppers, and I will forgive you after you eat them." She said with a smile, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

At this moment, in the office, Qun Qianjing grabbed Yatoshin's neck and lifted him up.

Chapter 676 It’s All Green Pepper’s Fault

Monday, May 8

Feng Feng looked at the green peppers in the bowl, then looked at Liuhua's gentle yet determined eyes, and a faint feeling of pampering surged in his heart.

"Is the punishment not over yet?"

He smiled, picked up the green pepper, put it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

Liuhua watched Fengfeng slowly chewing the green pepper, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"I hate green peppers. I just asked you to help me eat them this time."

Her eyes were sparkling with a mixture of mischief and tenderness, as if at this moment, all the troubles had disappeared, leaving only the sweetness and tacit understanding between the two of them.

The sunlight shines through the window onto the two of them, adding a touch of warmth to this cozy picture.