Zongman: The post-2D era

As she spoke, she smiled slightly, a smile that contained relief, satisfaction, and infinite longing for the future.

"So, even if it's just a dream, it means the world to me."

Chapter 805: The Loser of Petty Citizens

Monday, September 19

The sound of reading aloud could be heard in the school in the early morning, but Feng Feng and Xiao Zuo Nei were looking out the window and still hadn't left the station.

The train slowly pulled into the platform, making a heavy metallic friction sound, and finally stopped steadily.

The car door opened with a clang, releasing a fresh and slightly cool air.

Xiao Sane took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and stepped onto the train. She walked through the bustling crowd and found a seat near the window and sat down.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the car window onto her profile, giving her a soft golden edge.

She gently adjusted her sitting position so that her sight could just pass through the window lattice and freeze on the figure who was still standing quietly on the platform - Feng Feng.

His figure lengthened in the setting sun, appearing exceptionally lonely and determined.

Xiao Zuo's heartbeat could not help but speed up, her fingers twisted the corners of her clothes unconsciously, and she mustered up all her courage and slowly spoke. Although her voice was soft, it was unusually clear: "Feng Feng, I like you."

"I know you can hear my confession but you won't answer. You know I can't let go but you want me to enjoy ordinary happiness."

"Is this the loser heroine in the light novel? I feel so uncomfortable."

In front of the classroom blackboard, a bald teacher in a suit angrily slammed the desk and shouted, "Yuki Sanai, what's outside the window? Stand up and answer the question."

Xiao Sane suddenly came to his senses, his cheeks slightly red, with a bit of embarrassment and relief, he slowly stood up and bowed deeply to the teacher on the podium.

"I'm so sorry, teacher. I was distracted."

Although her voice was soft, it was sincere. The teacher glared at her, but seeing her sincerity, he sighed softly and pointed to the math problem on the blackboard, "Well, please explain the solution to this problem."

Xiao Sane took a deep breath and refocused his eyes on the complicated numbers and symbols on the blackboard.

Her brain was working rapidly, as if the emotional fluctuations just now had been paused by an invisible force.

She spoke slowly, her voice clear and confident, breaking down the question step by step with strict logic and clear organization.

As she explained, the commotion in the classroom that had been caused by her distraction gradually died down, and her classmates looked at her with admiration.

Freedom College, the sunlight shines obliquely through the classroom window, making Feng Feng's figure particularly profound.

His eyes were empty and distant, as if they were penetrating the walls of the classroom and staring into a distance that no one knew.

The students around him were attracted by his abnormal behavior in the morning. They all put down their pens, turned their heads, or simply stood up and looked in the direction Feng Feng was looking.

There was nothing outside the window except a few white clouds occasionally passing by and the vague shadows of trees in the distance.

"Hey, Feng Feng, what did you see? An alien spaceship?"

A naughty boy shouted half-jokingly, causing the whole class to laugh.

However, Feng Feng still maintained that posture, without any reaction, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

The students' laughter gradually faded away, replaced by an inexplicable silence and curiosity. They began to discuss in low voices, guessing the unspeakable secret in Feng Feng's heart.

There was a subtle and tense atmosphere in the air. Everyone wanted to read something from Feng Feng's deep eyes, but in the end they could only see nothingness.

At lunch time, the hustle and bustle of the cafeteria seemed to be blocked out by an invisible wall, and the only sounds left in the classroom were the slight sound of flipping books and the occasional bird calls outside the window.

Xueno tiptoed towards Fengfeng's desk and gently put down an exquisite lunch box. There was a subtle tenderness and care in her action.

She sat next to Feng Feng and slowly opened the lunch box. A rich aroma of stewed potatoes and meat instantly filled the air, interweaving with the original scent in the classroom to create a unique warm atmosphere.

"You said you wanted to eat this yesterday."

A trace of worry flashed in Xueno's eyes. She looked at Fengfeng's profile which was still staring out the window. His outline seemed particularly soft under the soft sunlight, but it also concealed a bit of imperceptible loneliness.

"Feng Feng, are you...broken-hearted?"

She asked softly, with an imperceptible tremor in her voice.

Her words were like a breeze, gently blowing across Feng Feng's heart, stirring up delicate ripples.

However, Feng Feng did not respond immediately, but just tilted his head slightly, his eyes still not leaving the half-open window, as if all his worries were drifting away with the wind outside the window.

Seeing this, Yukino stopped talking and just sat there quietly, accompanying the silence, letting the aroma of stewed potatoes and meat continue to flow slowly in the air, as if it could warm all the sorrow.

Feng Feng finally pulled himself out of his deep thoughts. He took a deep breath slowly, as if he wanted to absorb the solemnity of the surroundings and his own heaviness, and then slowly exhaled.

He gently picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of stewed soft and glutinous potato. The golden skin was covered with tempting sauce, and it sparkled with an attractive luster in the afternoon sun.

He put the potato into his mouth and chewed it carefully. The rich but not greasy aroma of potato and meat intertwined together, instantly awakening his taste buds and seeming to warm his seemingly cold but actually sensitive heart.

"Well, it's really good." He praised softly, with a hint of satisfaction and relief in his eyes. Putting down his chopsticks, he patted his stomach lightly, as if saying goodbye to some burden in his heart.

Then, he turned to look at Yukino, a faint smile on his face, a smile that contained a hint of self-mockery and relief.

"I've never really been in love, so how can I talk about heartbreak? It's just that sometimes, people are inexplicably trapped by some emotions and forget the beauty in front of them."

After saying that, he looked out the window again, but this time, the emptiness in his eyes had been replaced by a touch of tenderness, as if all the entanglements and confusions of the past had been blown away by the wind.

On the other side, the sunlight shines through the glass windows of the cafeteria onto Yuki Osauchi's dining table. The mottled light and shadow are intertwined with the slightly worn cover of "Plato" in her hand, adding a bit of quiet academic atmosphere.

She bit her chopsticks gently, occasionally raising her eyes from the pages of the book to look at the bustling crowd in the cafeteria, a barely perceptible loneliness flashing in her eyes.

Just as she was about to continue immersing herself in the world of philosophy, a crisp voice interrupted her thoughts: "Hey, Xiao Zone, do you mind if I sit here?"

Xiaojiu had a sunny smile on her face, holding a tray in her hand, and without waiting for Xiaosona to answer, she sat down in an empty seat beside her.

At this time, Xiao Sane was also having lunch. She was holding a copy of Plato borrowed from the library. She lowered her head to eat. When she saw Xiao Jiu sitting in front of her, she said:

"Feel sorry."

Xiaojiu stared at the copy of Plato and said, "I want to borrow one too. We are just students. Whether it's love or literature, it's not time to give up yet."

Chapter 806: Common People's Chang Wulang

Tuesday, September 20

Kobato Changgoro raised his eyes from the book "Plato" that was deeply attractive, and involuntarily stretched out his hand, gently running his fingertips across the cover, as if he could feel the wisdom and philosophy flowing between the pages.

"I have seen this book several times in the corner of the library, but I passed by it in a hurry every time and didn't have time to take a closer look."

He looked up at the sky, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and desire, "It's been ten years, Xiao Sane, you are such a thoughtful and affectionate person."

"Now that I have a fortune of tens of millions, I borrowed a copy to read, hoping to find some answers to Charlotte's dream ten years ago."

Upon hearing this, Osane's mouth curled up slightly, and that smile showed both his cherishment of friendship and his resonance with knowledge.

"Of course, this book is definitely worth reading again and again."

As she spoke, she gently closed the book and pushed it towards Xiaojiu, as if she was passing on a precious gift.

"But remember, we are only mortals, and we are still on the road of exploration and learning. It is far from the time to give up."

A train pulled into the station amid the announcement, and the station, which was converted from the Municipal South Gymnasium, was crowded with people.

“No matter what kind of incurable disease we encounter, never forget the friendships we have made in the past, as they can always guide us forward.”

Osane wanted to send Chang Goro to the train, and the Plato in her hand ignited a spiritual fire that only she could see, acting as a ticket.

As the announcement faded, the crowd slowly moved away. Xiao Sane stood on the platform with a gentle but firm look in his eyes.

She gently handed the copy of "Plato" to Kobato Changgoro, her fingertips inadvertently running across the spine of the book.

In an instant, a faint blue spiritual fire leaped quietly and meandered between the pages of the book, like the whisper of ancient wisdom, or like a stream of time gently passing through the fingertips.

The spiritual fire was not scorching, but it carried a power that warmed people's hearts. It slowly rose around the book and finally turned into an invisible ticket, gently sticking to Xiaojiu's palm.

The people around them seemed unaware of this, but between the two of them, there was a tacit understanding and miracle that went beyond the ordinary.

"Feng Feng, are you still sleeping in the academy? I have lived for ten years. I opened a cake shop, but..."

Xiao Sane stared at the departing train with deep affection, whispered about the past ten years, and finally said that Chang Wulang had a brain disease, which was an incurable disease in this world.

"I still haven't let go of the past. I've read Plato for ten years and made Xiaojiu wait for me for ten years, but I still can't forget you."

Osane watched the train slowly leave the platform until it turned into a blurry light in the distance and disappeared into the hustle and bustle of the city.

Her eyes became deep and complex, as if she had crossed the barrier of time and space and returned to those youthful high school years she spent with Chang Wulang.

A breeze blew by, gently lifting the hair in front of her forehead, and seemed to take away some of her reluctance and worry.

She slowly turned around, with her back to the bustling crowd, her eyes fell on the copy of "Plato" in her hand, her fingertips gently stroked the pages, feeling mixed emotions.

"Please use my ten years of longing as a ticket to help him, Feng Feng."

Suddenly, her voice became low and gentle, as if she was talking to the air, or to some unhearing soul in the distance:

"Chang Wulang's brain disease is like an incurable pain in this world, which makes people helpless."

"But I know that you have never given up your pursuit of knowledge and your persistence in your dreams. An incurable disease is not a problem for you."

The train slowly pulled into Utopia Station. The setting sun poured onto the platform like molten gold, coating everything with a layer of warm orange.

When Kobato Changgoro stepped out of the car, he was greeted not only by the cool autumn breeze, but also by an indescribable sense of familiarity.

He looked up and saw a figure standing quietly at the other end of the platform, as if traveling through the corridor of time. It was Fengfeng, whom he had been dreaming about and looking for for ten years.

The sunlight shone through the sparse clouds, dappled onto the tips of his hair, giving his gentle face a soft golden edge.

She was wearing a simple high school uniform, her hair swaying gently in the breeze, like the purest dream in summer.

His eyes were still clear and deep, as if they could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts, just like they were ten years ago.

The train stopped at Utopia Station in the autumn sunset. Chang Wulang stared at Feng Feng on the platform and recalled the summer ten years ago, that alley and that dream.

Chang Wulang's pupils suddenly dilated, and he held his head tightly with both hands, as if being torn by an invisible force. Every step seemed extremely difficult. His face was as pale as paper, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, forming a sharp contrast with the coolness of the autumn day.

Chang Wulang held his head and screamed, staggering towards Feng Feng, muttering: "It's you, you really exist, it's you who rewrote my memory, it's you who made Xiao Sane read Plato for ten years, it's you..."

The people around seemed to be separated by an invisible film and were unaware of this scene.

He staggered forward, his eyes fixed on Feng Feng. His clear eyes now seemed as heart-wrenching as an abyss.

"I took the train not for medical treatment, but for the truth."

Feng Feng's face was still gentle, but there was an indescribable sadness and determination in his eyes.

"You think too much. You are the protagonist, which has caused brain cell mutation."