Zongman: The post-2D era

"The death of one person will lead to the destruction of the world? How ridiculous!"

She slowly walked to the window and looked into the distant horizon, as if trying to find the answer from the endless blue sky.

"Who are you to tell me this?"

Feng Feng rubbed his belly gently, an uninhibited smile appearing on the corner of his mouth, as if everything was under control.

"I, I'm Ichijou! Do you want a DNA test?"

He turned and walked towards the kitchen, his steps unhurried, as if he didn't notice the complicated expression on Sumire Soma's face on the sofa.

Chapter 744 The Second to Last Day of the Doomsday

Friday, July 14

In the kitchen, the clatter of pots and pans could be heard softly, forming a sharp contrast with the silence of the living room.

Feng Feng skillfully took out the ingredients from the refrigerator and his fingers gently slid across the back of the knife, making a pleasant sound.

His eyes were focused and deep, and the kitchen knife was flying, as if at this moment, the hustle and bustle of the whole world was thrown behind him.

The sunlight outside the window shone through the glass onto Feng Feng's body, giving him a layer of golden glow.

His figure swayed in the light and shadow, appearing more mysterious and unfathomable.

The steam rising from the kitchen blurred his face, as if it had covered him with a hazy veil.

Sumire Soma leaned against the wooden painted door frame of the kitchen and said, "The snack bags in the living room have been put away, and your dirty clothes have been thrown into the washing machine. What else is there to do!"

The kitchen knife in Feng Feng's hand fell steadily with the last movement. The crisp sound of the knife echoed in the kitchen. Then he turned off the electric stove and turned to look at the door.

The golden sunlight slid across his profile, outlining a delicate outline.

He turned his head and gave Soma Sumire a gentle smile, that smile was like a spring breeze, warming the heart.

"Jin, wash your hands and get ready for dinner." His voice was low and magnetic, as if it could penetrate people's hearts.

Xiang Ma Jin's gaze stayed on Feng Feng for a moment, and she frowned slightly, as if she was carefully looking at this chef Ichijou who always made her unpredictable.

My eyes noticed the slightly wet hair on his forehead and the apron with some oil stains, but neither of them detracted from his charm.

Finally, he nodded slightly and walked to the bathroom to complain: "Ichijou can't cook Chinese food."

In front of the sink, Sumire Soma gently wiped her hands with a towel while recalling every moment she spent with Feng Feng.

His concentration, his gentleness, his presence in the kitchen all made her feel that this man, although mysterious, was unexpectedly homely and a good candidate for a husband.

Looking up at the mirror, the corners of my mouth unconsciously rose, revealing a faint smile.

She shook her head gently, as if trying to get rid of these sudden thoughts.

"On the second to last day of the end of the world, what on earth am I doing?"

Just then, a "dipping" sound came from the washing machine on one side, announcing the end of washing.

Sumire Soma turned around, walked towards the washing machine and opened the lid. The colorful clothes tumbled gently in the drum, emitting a faint scent of laundry detergent.

She reached in and took out Feng Feng's clothes one by one. Her fingertips touched the clothes, which were still slightly warm, as if his body temperature still remained.

In the living room, warm yellow light shines gently, enveloping everything in tranquility and warmth.

Feng Feng had already set the table. He sat on the sofa and looked up at the TV screen.

Emergency news was playing on TV. The host's voice was tense and serious, and the pictures showed the bizarre sight of various parts of the world falling into polar night.

On the screen, the once bustling city is now shrouded in thick darkness. The outlines of tall buildings are looming in the darkness, and the street lights appear unusually lonely in the darkness.

The polar glaciers reflected a cold light under the moonlight, as if the whole world was plunged into an unknown silence and coldness.

Feng Feng frowned, his eyes moving around the screen, trying to find a clue from those chaotic images.

The sound of the TV echoed in the empty living room, forming a sharp contrast with the silence outside the window.

At this moment, he felt unprecedented pressure and anxiety from the host, who just happened to say:

"What kind of changes will the unknown polar night phenomenon bring to the world?"

Sumire Soma slowly walked into the living room, the warm yellow light dancing on her body, illuminating her soft outline.

Her eyes were fixed on the TV screen. The tense and serious news broadcast seemed to pull her out of her home and into the world of doomsday.

She sat next to Feng Feng, picked up her rice bowl, picked up a piece of green vegetables with chopsticks, and asked softly: "Feng Feng, what impact do you think this polar night phenomenon will have on us?"

Feng Feng turned his head, his eyes moving away from the TV screen and falling on Soma Sumire's face.

Seeing the worry flashing in her eyes, I seemed to be able to feel the uneasiness in her heart.

He put down the chopsticks in his hand, took a deep breath, and slowly said: "Jin, this polar night phenomenon is indeed unusual."

"It heralds the second to last day of the end of the world. But no matter what, we must believe that this world will always find a way out of difficulties."

At the dining table, the two people's chopsticks danced lightly in the bowl alternately, and their conversation flowed gently.

The world outside the window is shrouded in darkness, but the room is filled with the warmth of warm yellow.

When the TV screen turned to commercials, Sumire Soma put down her chopsticks, reached for the remote control, and gently pressed the off button.

As the TV screen went off, the living room fell into a brief silence.

Xiang Ma Jin's eyes suddenly became as sharp as torches, staring at Feng Feng, with a hint of questioning in her tone: "Feng Feng, if you are a god, why don't you save the world?"

Her voice echoed in the empty living room, as if even the air froze.

Feng Feng was slightly startled by her sudden question. He put down the bowl in his hand and raised his head to meet Xiang Ma Jin's gaze.

Those deep eyes were now filled with confusion and doubt.

She opened and closed her mouth, wanting to explain something, but her throat seemed to be choked by some emotion, and her voice trembled a little: "Jin, I..."

His eyes wandered over Sumire Soma's face, trying to find a clue from her expression, but her eyes were firm and cold, as if she could see through him.

The two people's eyes met under the warm yellow light, and the air was filled with tension and confusion.

Xiang Ma Jin's eyes were as sharp as knives. She stared at Feng Feng closely, as if trying to find the answer from his eyes.

"Feng Feng, you know I have the ability to restart these three days, but I can't understand why you don't take action?"

There was a hint of coldness in her voice, as if it could penetrate Feng Feng's heart.

Feng Feng took a deep breath, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

He reached out and gently held Sumire Soma's hand, trying to convey his sincerity with the warmth of his palm.

"Jin, you misunderstood. I really don't have the ability to stop this, let alone restart time like you did."

"But please believe me, no matter what happens, I will do my best to protect your world."

Xiang Ma Jin was silent for a moment, then suddenly put down the remote control in her hand and said with a firm look, "Feng Feng, I know you have your own difficulties.

"But, tomorrow, I plan to invite Asai Kei to be my guest. He may be able to give us some new ideas. Can you come and help me?"

Feng Feng looked at Xiang Ma Jin's serious expression, and the tension in his heart eased a little.

He smiled and nodded, saying, "Of course, Sumire. But as a resident of this house, shouldn't you solve the problem at the table first?"

Soma Sumire was stunned for a moment, then realized that there were still uncleared dishes in front of the two of them.

She chuckled, stood up awkwardly, and began to clear the table.

Feng Feng sat in his original position, quietly watching her busy figure. Xiang Ma looked back at Feng Feng, and a warm feeling surged in the hearts of both of them.

Chapter 745 Photos are useless

Saturday, July 15

The argument between the two became more intense under the warm yellow light. Feng Feng's eyes revealed determination and helplessness, while Xiang Ma Jin's brows were filled with confusion and expectation.

"Feng Feng, the director of the Administration Bureau decided to let Asai Megumi and Harusaki Misora ​​restart time and make time loop within three days through abilities that I don't know about."

She clenched her fists and slid her fingers lightly across the keys of her phone, as if she was ready to call at any time.

"Sumi, do you really think Asai Kei can restart time like before?"

Feng Feng's voice was low and sincere, and he looked directly into Soma Sumire's eyes, trying to impress her with his sincerity.

Xiang Ma Jin was slightly stunned, her eyes stayed on Feng Feng's face for a moment, and she felt deeply powerless.

"You knew that Asai Kei would be controlled by the Administration today?"

She nodded slowly, but immediately shook her head, as if denying her own judgment.

"No, I am the one who has the ability to predict..."

Ten o'clock in the morning seemed like late at night. After cleaning up the table, Sumire Soma sat alone on a chair inside the balcony railing by the window, gazing at the deep night sky.

Feng Feng came over and gently put a coat on her.

Their eyes met in the moonlight, and an unspoken understanding filled the air.

"Sumi, I'm sorry. The end of the world is that I'm by your side, not Asai Megumi."

Feng Feng's voice was low and firm.

Sumire Soma smiled slightly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation, "I believe you, Feng Feng. And today will definitely not be the end of the world."

In the moonlight, the two figures leaned against each other tightly, as if they could withstand the coming storm.

The night grew deeper, and they were preparing for the end of the world.

Sumire Soma patted her cheeks gently, trying to dispel the inexplicable feeling of heaviness.

"I'll try harder for the next opportunity!"

She stood up and took a deep breath, as if to absorb the tranquility and firmness around her into her lungs.

The moonlight shone through the window onto her, covering her with a layer of silver glow.

She turned to face Feng Feng, put her hands on her hips, and a bright smile appeared on her face.

"Thank you for being with me when the world is about to end."

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation and determination, as if to say, "No matter what the future holds, we must face it bravely."

"Fengfeng, let's take a commemorative photo." Her voice was gentle yet powerful, full of hope for the future.