Zongman: The post-2D era

Kurisu's fingers tapped lightly on the table, a firm look in her eyes.

"Feng Feng, I know what you are thinking. The leak of the Tale of the Bamboo Cutter project was actually the behavior of a small employee under me."

She paused and looked directly at Feng Feng, "But that was also an action with my tacit approval."

Feng Feng was slightly startled. He didn't expect Hong Liqi to admit it so directly.

"You object to the plan, too?"

He looked into Kurisu's determined eyes, as if he saw the determination and courage deep in her heart.

"I did this to prevent more people from dying."

Kurisu's voice was deep and powerful, "The truth behind the Tale of the Bamboo Cutter project is not only about Kaguya Horaisan's identity, but also about the future of Gensokyo."

"We cannot allow a false prophecy to continue to bind us. What we need is real freedom and choice."

Feng Feng gently stroked his snow-white hair, and his fingertips seemed to feel the traces left by the years.

"That's not true."

He turned his head and looked directly at Hong Lisu with his deep eyes, which were filled with confusion and inquiry.

"Kurisu, do you...doubt me?"

His voice was low and trembling with a barely perceptible tremor. The light reflected on his pale face, adding a bit of mystery and depth.

"I suspect that I am using the Taketori Project as a pretext to restore my own strength."

His eyes were fixed on Kurisu, as if he was trying to find the answer from her reaction.

Hong Liqi was slightly stunned. She didn't expect Feng Feng to ask this question so directly.

She met Feng Feng's gaze, with a hint of complex emotions flashing in her eyes. She took a deep breath and spoke slowly: "Feng Feng, I'm not doubting you, I'm just looking for the truth."

"The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter Project is too important for our Gensokyo. I cannot let any doubts affect our judgment."

Hong Lisu put down the coffee cup in her hand, and the bottom of the cup touched the wooden table, making a crisp "ding" sound that echoed in this quiet cafe.

Her voice echoed in the empty coffee shop, with a hint of coldness and determination: "Gods always need sacrifices, especially weak gods."

Chapter 717 Ace Sabao

Saturday, June 17

Feng Feng sat alone in the corner of the bar, sipping sparkling water and recalling his conversation with Hong Lisu.

“The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter Project may have been an elaborate trap from the beginning, and we may all be pawns in that trap.”

Kurisu turned around, her fiery red hair looked like burning flames under the light, her eyes were deep and bright, as if she could see through everything.

"Feng Feng, we are all involved in this game of God, but I don't want to just passively accept my fate."

"I want to find a way to not sacrifice anyone. I want to fight for my juniors."

The voice was full of determination and courage, like a burning flame, illuminating the road ahead.

Feng Feng remembered that he asked where the last of the Bamboo Cutter's Five Treasures was, and Hong Liqi shook her hand and said, "

"The Koan Yan in the world of Kaguya-sama is my junior, so she is a secret leaker to you, right?"

Feng Feng held the crystal wine glass tightly in his hand, and the white shadows of the bubbles in the glass passed through his eyes.

A beautiful woman in black stockings, a knee-length blue skirt, and a white suit shirt walked into the bar, sat next to Feng Feng, and ordered a daiquiri.

"Long time no see, I'm Zi'an Yan. I came here today at your invitation."

When Feng Feng heard the three words "Zi'an Yan", he raised his head slightly and his eyes met that of the beautiful woman.

He hummed softly as a response, then lowered his head and sipped the sparkling water in the glass intently, as if the transparent liquid contained endless thoughts.

Zi Anyan sat next to Feng Feng. Her black stockings reached her knees, her blue skirt flowed, and the collar of her white suit shirt was slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbone.

She took the daiquiri handed to her by the bartender and shook the glass gently. The liquid in the glass shone with an alluring luster under the light.

She took a sip, an expression of surprise on her face, as if she was conquered by the rich taste and mellow flavor. She closed her eyes slightly, enjoying the tranquility and relaxation of the moment.

She praised softly, "It tastes so good. I feel my whole body relax."

Feng Feng gently put down the sparkling water in his hand and nodded slightly to the bartender, motioning him to leave.

The bartender understood, smiled and nodded, then turned around to do his work.

The entire bar seemed to be quiet at this moment, with only soft background music and occasional whispers.

Feng Feng turned to Zi Anyan, his eyes flashing with deep concentration. He raised his glass gently and gestured to Zi Anyan: "This is the god's glass of the ace bartender. How does it taste?"

Zi'an Yan's eyes lit up, as if attracted by Feng Feng's words. She took another sip of the Daiquiri, an intoxicated look on her face.

The air between the two seemed to freeze, leaving only their crossed gazes and the faint smell of wine.

In this quiet atmosphere, they seemed to be in a world that belonged only to them, isolated from the noise and chaos of the outside world.

"If sacrificing yourself could save billions of lives and a world, would you be willing?"

Feng Feng spoke slowly, his voice was low and magnetic, and every word was like a carefully carved gem, sparkling with alluring light.

Feng Feng tilted his head slightly and looked at Zi Anyan beside him.

"I don't know what the hell I'm going to do! But... I don't want to die."

His face was exquisite, and his eyes sparkled with wisdom, as if they contained endless mysteries of the universe.

He asked softly, "After graduation, you are now working in the college research institute. You are really outstanding."

"As Kurisu's junior, I am deeply pleased that you have inherited her wisdom and courage."

When Zi Anyan heard this, a proud smile flashed across her face.

She gently put down the wine glass, folded her hands on her knees, and said seriously: "Yes, Mr. Fengfeng. In the institute of the academy, I am committed to studying the truth behind the Tale of the Bamboo Cutter plan, hoping to find the key to crack this trap."

"Kurisu-senpai is my belief. I will keep her words in mind. I will find a way out for all those who are caught up in this game."

Zi Anyan tilted her head slightly, and the blush on her cheeks looked even more beautiful under the soft light of the bar.

"Today, I'm here to use the honey trap."

She put down her wine glass and raised her arm gracefully. The cuff of her white shirt slid down gently, revealing a slender wrist.

Leaning lightly on Feng Feng's shoulder, the skin under her shirt sank slightly with the movement, forming a gentle shadow.

He looked up at Feng Feng, his eyes flashing with expectation and inquiry.

The voice was low and gentle, like a whisper in the evening breeze: "Mr. Fengfeng, do you have time tonight?"

There was a hint of tension and anticipation in his voice.

Feng Feng was slightly startled, then turned to look at Zi Anyan, and their eyes met in the air, as if there was an invisible bond that tightly connected them.

"The honey trap, Kurisu taught you that?"

He nodded gently, a smile on his face, his voice just as gentle and firm: "Of course, I'll keep the time for you tonight."

Zi Anyan's fingers gently slid across Feng Feng's cheek, and the touch was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, stirring up ripples.

"When I was a student, my junior, Ishigami Yuu, confessed to me."

There was a hazy mist in her eyes, as if stars were twinkling in them, revealing a deep loneliness and expectation.

"At that time, I didn't know what love was, so I went to the hotel with Ishigami on Christmas Day."

Her voice was low and soft, as if she was telling a story in the past that had been forgotten by time.

"At the class reunion the day before yesterday, Ishigami Yu and Komiko were together. Their laughter and their figures were like a ray of light, warm and bright."

Zi Anyan lowered her eyes slightly, as if she was lost in distant memories. "And I am the only one who has graduated, alone, just like the wine in this glass, which is mellow but slightly bitter."

Feng Feng gently held Zi Anyan's hands that were touching her face. Her hands were soft and cold, like snowflakes on a winter night.

"Are you jealous? Are you regretting it? Are you giving up on yourself?"

The white shirt trembled along with his fingers, reflecting the fear and anxiety deep in Zian Yan's heart.

"I'm not a cheap man."

His eyes were full of tenderness and understanding, as if he could see through all her emotions.

Feng Feng said softly: "You are drunk and tired. I feel that your heart is full of confusion about the future, and fear for me."

But please believe me, I am not what you think. You are not the Aries on the altar, and I am not the evil god holding a knife and fork. "

The voice was low and firm, like a warm current, slowly flowing into Zi Anyan's heart.

He gently pressed her hand against his cheek, and the warm feeling calmed her down a little.

He continued, "Today, let us put aside all our burdens and enjoy this moment of peace. I will take on your loneliness and bitterness."

Zi Anyan gently picked up the wine glass, and the liquid in the glass glowed faintly under the light.

Take a deep breath, as if to put all your emotions into this glass of wine.

Then, he drank the wine in one gulp and put down the glass, leaving a touch of wetness and coolness in his hands.

She stood up, her body swaying slightly, like a willow branch swaying in the wind.

She reached out and fumbled for the wallet on the table, took out a few banknotes and placed them on the table, then staggered towards Feng Feng.

"It doesn't matter. I just want to forget all my worries."

There was a hint of confusion in her eyes, as if the whole world was spinning before her eyes.

Zi Anyan fell into Feng Feng's arms, buried her head in his chest, and said in a trembling voice:

"I'm just a mortal. I don't have Kurisu-senpai's intelligence or her strong faith. I'll leave everything to you, okay?"

"God, please liberate your believers!"

Chapter 718: God's Cup

Sunday, June 18

Feng Feng Mingwu said: "The research institute wants me to give up human sacrifice and prepare a substitute?"

"Please give our institute more time. We will definitely find a way without sacrificing anyone."