Zongman: The post-2D era

Hearing this, Yukino chuckled. The fear in her eyes had long gone, replaced by a bit of helplessness and relief. "Yes, but this can be considered a special 'welcome gift'."

She shook her long hair gently, and water droplets fell like drizzle, blending with the surrounding mist. The picture was warm and a little humorous.

The two smiled at each other. Their tacit understanding and determination seemed even more precious in this vapor-filled space.

Xue No opened her red lips slightly, her voice sounding particularly soft and clear in the mist of the shower room: "Actually, Yang No did this to find a reasonable excuse for our sudden absence that time."

"She always likes to use this method to test our strength while cleverly covering up the truth."

As she spoke, she shook her head gently, with a gentle smile on her lips, as if it could melt all the moisture and coldness around her.

When Feng Feng heard this, a hint of realization flashed in his eyes, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. That smile showed both helplessness towards Yang Nai's naughty behavior and cherishment for this deep friendship.

He reached out his hand and gently brushed away the remaining water droplets on the ends of Yukino's hair. His movements were natural and full of warmth.

There is no need for much words between the two of them. The tacit understanding and understanding are like the mist in the shower room, invisible but omnipresent, connecting the two hearts closely.

"The Youmu pollution has been cleaned up. Please go to the locker room and change into your protective sportswear. The protective clothing will be destroyed by the research center."

On one side of the wall, sound came from a black cube-shaped speaker.

"Special reminder, our school will hold a sports meet next week. Please actively participate."

Feng Feng and Xue Nai nodded in tacit understanding to the stereo, then turned around and stepped into the corridor leading to the men's and women's locker rooms.

In the locker room, soft light shines on the neat lockers, illuminating their slightly tired yet determined figures.

Feng Feng quickly took off his wet protective suit and put on light sportswear. Every contraction of his muscles revealed his strong physique and well-trained aura.

On the other side, Yukino, with her unique delicacy and elegance, gently untied her wet hair, letting it dry naturally in the air, and changed into a light sports dress, looking both capable and feminine.

A few minutes later, the two of them pushed open the door of the locker room almost at the same time, with a brand new look and mental state.

At the entrance of the research center, the sunlight shone through the clouds, dappled onto them, as if crowning this short break after fighting side by side.

They smiled at each other without words, and the tacit understanding and trust flowed in the air again, as if even the air around them had become fresher and warmer because of their reunion.

Feng Feng gently raised his hand and made a "please" gesture. Xue Nai smiled slightly, and the two walked side by side towards the wider world outside the research center. Their backs lengthened in the sunlight, full of hope and unknown challenges.

The sun was shining brightly and the breeze was not dry. As Feng Feng and Xue Nai stepped out of the research center, they were attracted by a burst of hurried footsteps.

When I turned around, I saw several classmates running towards me from a distance, with expressions of anxiety and excitement on their faces.

Qi Ya, who was leading the group, had her hair a little messy from running. She stopped in front of the two of them, panting, with a gleam of help in her eyes:

"Great, you finally showed up! The class preparation team is seriously understaffed, and there are still several key positions missing for the sports meeting registration. Come back to the classroom with us to discuss countermeasures!"

Having said that, Qi Ya put one hand on Feng Feng's shoulder and took Xue Nai's arm with the other without saying a word, and the three of them were almost "dragged" forward.

Seeing this, the students around them also joined the "forced march". The team gradually grew larger, and the laughter and hurried footsteps intertwined together, forming a picture full of youth.

Feng Feng stood in a corner of the playground, holding a few rolls of colorful ribbons tightly in his hands. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, dappled onto his focused face.

He looked up at the bustling playground in the distance, where his classmates were running and laughing, full of energy.

Turning around, he began to plan the layout of the route in detail. The color and position of each ribbon were carefully considered by him, striving to complement the theme of the sports meeting.

Sweat slid down his forehead, dripped onto the wet grass, and was instantly absorbed, as if even nature was cheering for his seriousness and responsibility.

Not far away, Yukino was standing among a group of classmates, her voice gentle but firm, as she was directing the assignment of tasks to each group one by one.

She sometimes lowered her head to listen to her classmates' suggestions, and sometimes looked up and looked around to make sure everything was going in order.

The sunlight shines on her fair face, giving her a soft golden glow, and her bright eyes sparkle with love and responsibility for the class.

She gently patted the shoulders of her classmates, giving them encouragement and affirmation. At that moment, she was not only the class monitor, but also the light that led everyone forward.

Feng Feng was bending over to adjust the ribbons on the edge of the runway, his brows slightly furrowed, and he muttered unconsciously: "Really, why are you suddenly asking me to nail the wood for this fence again? Handicrafts are not my strong point."

The hammer in his hand seemed to never find the right rhythm, and occasionally it deviated, causing the wood to creak.

At this time, Sanriku Kan came over with a wet cloth in his hand and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead with an understanding smile on his face:

"Feng Feng, stop complaining. Each class will host an event in the sports meet. We have to have something special."

"The layout of the course for this 'ghost chasing man race' will depend on your carefulness and my strength."

As he spoke, he pointed to a few students who were busy building temporary obstacles not far away, and continued, "Look, everyone is working hard, we can't fall behind. Come, let me help you, this wood needs to be nailed like this to be stable."

After Xueno had made all the arrangements, she quickly walked towards where Fengfeng was. The sunlight danced on the ends of her hair like stars.

She clapped her hands gently, attracting Feng Feng's attention. That smile was like the gentlest spring breeze, instantly blowing away the fatigue on Feng Feng's face.

"Feng Feng, I calculated that if you can stay in school to help this Saturday and Sunday, we can definitely finish all the arrangements before the sports meet."

Her voice was full of trust and encouragement, and her eyes were shining with anticipation.

Feng Feng heard this and looked up at Xueno. His eyes, which always had a bit of unruliness, were now full of seriousness and determination.

"Don't worry, Yukino. I'll do my best to make up for the days I've been absent."

“However, is it necessary for the real demons from Demon Slayer to participate in the Demon Chasing Race? What do you think as the squad leader?”

Chapter 751: Ghost Chasing Human Race

Friday, July 19

Feng Feng's lips curled up into a helpless smile, and each blow of the hammer in his hand became more powerful and precise, and the wood was firmly fixed on the fence.

All around, the classmates' laughter and busy figures intertwined into a vivid picture, and among them, Feng Feng and Xue Nai fighting side by side became the most heartwarming scenery.

Feng Feng tapped the wooden fence with the hammer in his hand. A trace of uneasiness flashed in his eyes. He turned his head to look at Xue Noi: "Xue Noi, this 'ghost chasing people race', is it going to require me to put on some kind of doll costume and pretend to be a ghost to scare people?"

Before he finished speaking, he could already imagine himself wearing exaggerated clothes and chasing his classmates on the track, and he couldn't help but laugh.

Hearing this, Xueno couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, and a sly look flashed in her bright eyes: "Feng Feng, you really have a rich imagination."

“But didn’t you ask me yesterday why I wanted to use the demons from Demon Slayer? No need to test me.”

“During our absence, the students did prepare some special ‘surprises’ for the contestants—

For example, ghosts with sensing devices can be set up on the track. They will suddenly come to life when the contestants approach and chase the contestants, making the competition more interesting and challenging.”

Feng Feng looked from the white marking ribbon along the track into the forest, passing by the wooden fences in the forest, and asked sideways: "Why did Yang Nai approve this sports plan?"

Yukino gently put down the hammer in her hand, turned and walked towards the group of playful boys. The sunlight shone on her through the gaps in the leaves, giving her a layer of soft golden glow.

She opened her red lips slightly, and her voice was filled with a certain magic of unquestionable majesty and tenderness: "Hey, everyone, be careful and don't hurt yourselves."

Upon hearing this, the boys stopped smiling, stopped what they were doing, and their eyes revealed respect for their class monitor and good friend.

Yukino walked slowly between them, tilted her head slightly, let a strand of hair gently fall to her cheek, and she casually tidied it up, the movement was elegant and natural.

Her eyes became deep, as if she could see into people's hearts: "As for the approval of this 'Ghost Chasing Race', on the surface, it is indeed because the activity plan was submitted too late and missed the opportunity for regular replacement."

"But do you want to know the deeper reason? Sister Yang Nai wants to use this unique competition to let everyone see Feng Feng's strength, so as to appease those who are restless because of some recent disturbances."

Having said this, she paused slightly, and glanced at every student with a determined light flashing in her eyes, as if she had already foreseen the exciting scene during the competition.

"Is that so? Then I'll be responsible for the ghost part." Feng Feng shrugged and continued to work hard.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky orange. Feng Feng stood beside the fence that had taken shape. He patted the sawdust on his hands with satisfaction. Then he bent down to pick up the tools scattered on the ground and put them into the toolbox one by one.

His movements were sharp and focused, and his eyes were filled with anticipation for the upcoming challenge.

After completing the last step, he stood up, looked at the gradually blurred horizon in the distance, and took a deep breath, as if to absorb the tranquility and strength into his chest.

Turning around, he started walking towards the station with firm and powerful steps.

The setting sun stretched his shadow long, which intertwined with the light and shadow on the ground, forming a moving picture.

Along the way, occasionally classmates or teachers cast curious glances at him, but he just smiled and did not stop.

Feng Feng stepped lightly onto the train to the world of Demon Slayer. The soft lights in the carriage illuminated his slightly nervous yet determined face.

He found a seat by the window and sat down. The scenery outside the window slowly receded, just like the daily life he was about to say goodbye to.

With my fingertips lightly touching the screen of my phone, Xueno’s text message was like a warm breeze blowing through my heart: “Have a safe journey, Fengfeng. No matter what the outcome is, you are always the hero in my heart.”

He smiled slightly, and his fingertips gently replied on the screen: I will go and educate Wuzan.

The roar of the train starting up gradually drowned out the surrounding noise. Feng Feng looked out the window at the night scene speeding by, with both a longing for the world of Demon Slayer and a nostalgia for the real world in his heart.

The lights in the carriage cast mottled shadows on his face, and each ray of light and shadow seemed to carry a story that was about to intertwine with a new chapter.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the unique atmosphere in the carriage, and said silently in his heart: "Xue No, wait for me to come back with the glory that belongs to us."

The train stopped at the Demon Slayer station.

The night of Edo gently embraces this ancient city, and the neon lights come on, dyeing the ancient streets with a dreamy color.

Feng Feng walked out of the tram station, as if he had traveled through a time tunnel and came to a world that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

The old-fashioned record store on the corner of the street plays melodious Showa melodies, mixed with the laughter of the izakaya in the distance.

The air was filled with the faint aroma of soy sauce and grilled fish.

Walking on the stone road under your feet, every step echoes history.

On both sides were wooden buildings arranged in an orderly manner. Warm yellow light shone through the window frames, reflecting on his curious and excited face.

In front of a Japanese confectionery shop, exquisite sweets are displayed in the window, colorful and mouth-watering.

Feng Feng couldn't help but stop and look through the exquisite glass, as if he could smell the sweetness. A warm power surged in his heart, making him interested in the work that was about to begin.

Feng Feng shuttled through the night of Edo, his eyes wandering among the bustling crowd and the mottled light and shadow, silently repeating the name in his heart - Muzan Kibutsuji.

The position of this villain from Demon Slayer appeared in his mind and he walked through the crowd.

Turning into a narrow alley, there were ancient walls on both sides. The moonlight was dim, and only a few lanterns were swaying, adding a touch of eerie color to this dark space.

Feng Feng stopped, closed his eyes and concentrated, as if he could sense a hint of unusual breath in the air.

"Hello, my name is Feng Feng, come out! Muzan Kibutsuji."

Suddenly, a cold wind blew by, and in the shadow at the end of the alley, a pair of blood-red eyes slowly lit up. It was the unique cold gaze of Muzan.

"Your aura is very special, the pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps, no, even more special!"

The moonlight was obscured by the clouds, and the alley suddenly became as dark as an abyss. Those blood-red eyes were extremely eye-catching in the darkness, as if they could swallow up all the light.

"If I eat you, I will definitely be able to overcome the sunlight and live forever."

The figure of Muzan Kibutsuji slowly walked out of the shadows, surrounded by ominous black fog. Every step was accompanied by a low roar, and the air seemed to solidify.

"Humph, a mere human dared to follow my whereabouts and made me break out in a cold sweat."