Zongman: The post-2D era

The principal pulled Feng Feng and Matou Sakura aside and said in a cold tone, "Tell me, what is going on? Are you deceived by the illusion, or are you deliberately making up lies to tease me?"

There seemed to be flames dancing in his eyes, hot and angry, making the two men's hearts rise to their throats.

Feng Feng opened his mouth and was about to explain, but was interrupted by the principal's fierce confinement magic. He could only lower his head helplessly, with mixed feelings in his heart.

In his eyes, inside the door, several teachers were carefully checking and asking questions to the rows of empty seats.

The other one-third of the students had mutated bodies, their limbs twisted, their skin glowing with an ominous sheen, and they stared at him with warnings in their eyes.

Among the remaining one third of Dragon Deadpool, one actually turned into Lu Mingfei, who was smiling at him after suppressing Deadpool!

Chapter 933: Space-Time Props Research Institute

Tuesday, January 19

In the heart world, Chen Guangwei hid in a room less than ten meters squared and located a research institute based on the time curvature on the screen.

In the Spacetime Props Research Institute, Feng Feng was studying the microwave oven and complained: "That principal and I must have gone crazy!"

Matou Sakura covered her mouth and laughed, and said seriously: "Then the principal must be crazy!"

Feng Feng scratched his slightly messy hair, with a look of embarrassment and helplessness on his face. He turned around and walked slowly towards the wooden shelf on the side of the room.

The shelf looked ordinary, but it was filled with all kinds of sundries summoned by the minions, like a small grocery store.

He casually picked up a glowing smartphone, slid his finger lightly across the screen as if confirming some information, and then gently put it back.

Next to it, a colorful Rubik's Cube lay there quietly, with each side arranged in an orderly manner, as if telling an unknown story.

Further down, rolls of neatly stacked white toilet paper are out of place with the surrounding technological products, appearing particularly abrupt and interesting.

Feng Feng's eyes wandered among these miscellaneous items, as if looking for some inspiration or answers.

"Ying, do you believe that a telephone microwave can travel through time and space?"

Feng Feng scratched his hair and returned to the microwave oven with his mobile phone in an increasingly embarrassed manner. After hesitating for a long time, he finally plugged the data cable of the mobile phone into the port on the back of the microwave oven.

The small screen on the microwave oven lit up instantly, flashing a strange light, as if responding to some unknown call.

At this time, Matou Sakura was standing on the other side of the room, holding her cell phone in her hand.

The screen showed a call with the principal. Her face was filled with anxiety and dissatisfaction, and she argued with a trembling voice:

"Principal, are you sure you want to expel Feng Feng? This is simply a slap in the face of our Matou family!"

"Matou Sakura, you still want to protect him after hearing his ridiculous words? Love has made you lose your sense of right and wrong! I will give your family face. I will give you three days. The formalities will be completed in three days..."

Feng Feng stared at the jumping light spots on the microwave oven with a frown on his face. He moved his fingers back and forth between the mobile phone and the microwave oven, as if trying to unlock some unknown secret.

Matou Sakura ended the call and approached with light footsteps. She had a gentle smile on her face, trying to dispel the tense atmosphere in the air. "What's wrong, Fengfeng? Have you encountered any headaches again?"

She asked softly, her eyes gently falling on Feng Feng's slightly tired but still focused face.

The sunlight slanted in from the window, giving the scene a faint golden glow. Tiny dust particles floated in the air, dancing slowly in the light and shadow. Everything seemed so peaceful and beautiful.

Feng Feng's eyes suddenly became deep, as if he was recalling a distant dream. He asked softly, "Ying, do you know where in the world there are large particle colliders? The kind that can generate micro black holes?"

There was a hint of urgency in his tone, and his eyes sparkled with curiosity and desire for the unknown world.

Matou Sakura frowned slightly when she heard this, and after thinking for a moment, she shook her head: "I don't know much about this, but it sounds like it's very dangerous."

There was a hint of worry in her words, and her eyes fell on the microwave in Feng Feng's hand, as if she understood something.

Feng Feng ignored her worries and instead looked down at the shelf full of miscellaneous items, running his fingers through it as if looking for something.

"I remember that among the things I summoned, there should be an old-fashioned Browning pipe..."

His voice was low and focused, his eyes wandering among the storage rooms, and finally, in an inconspicuous corner, his fingers stopped on a dusty object.

Feng Feng and Matou Sakura worked together to install the heavy old-fashioned Brownian tube on the back of a retro TV. The TV casing had a faint yellow hue due to its age.

Feng Feng carefully tightened the last screw. Fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, gleaming faintly under the dim light.

He stood up, wiped the sweat off his face, and then turned on the TV. The screen slowly lit up, flickering with snowflakes, with a hint of the old times.

Feng Feng quickly picked up his phone from the microwave, his fingers quickly jumped on the keyboard, and sent a text message to Matou Sakura: "Are you ready? Let's witness the miracle together."

After sending the message, he stared at the phone screen nervously, expecting something, while Sakura Matou stood beside him, her eyes flashing with excitement and nervousness.

Feng Feng only felt a flash of light before his eyes, as if he was sucked into a bizarre world.

And Sakura Matou, her hand holding the phone was trembling slightly, and a new memory suddenly flooded into her mind.

In my memory, Feng Feng’s complaint to the principal is as clear as yesterday: “The principal and I must have gone crazy!”

But then, her emotions surged inexplicably, and her anger overwhelmed her reason like a tide.

This time, she was in the corner and shouted at the principal on the other end of the phone, her voice sharp with excitement: "Principal, why do you treat him like this! Our research is not over yet, and your hasty decision is a blasphemy to science!"

The principal on the other end of the phone was shocked by this sudden anger, his voice trembling: "Matou Sakura, you... you are simply rebellious!"

Finally, in anger, the principal said, "You don't need to come to school tomorrow," and hung up the phone.

Matou Sakura came back to her senses and found herself still standing there, with a determined light flashing in her eyes, which echoed with Feng Feng's expression of exploring the unknown world beside her.

Feng Feng shook Matou Sakura's shoulders eagerly, his eyes flashing with anticipation and nervousness, and handed the phone to her, his voice trembling slightly:

"Ying, come and take a look, is our experiment successful?"

Sakura Matou came back to her senses from a trance and looked at the mobile phone screen, but saw only a blank screen. As she was wondering, there was a slight sound at the door.

A beautiful female student appeared at the door. She had long hair and a curious and inquiring look in her eyes. She knocked on the door frame gently with a clear and pleasant voice: "Excuse me, is this the Time Research Institute?"

The sunlight shone through the crack in the door behind her and shone on her body, giving her a soft golden edge. Her eyes moved between Feng Feng and Matou Sakura, and she seemed to sense the unusual atmosphere here.

Feng Feng slowly let go of his hands that were tightly holding Matou Sakura's shoulders, and turned his gaze to the beautiful female student at the door, with a hint of confusion and curiosity in his eyes. "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

His voice was gentle and polite, trying to ease the sudden awkward atmosphere.

The female student bit her lip lightly, her eyes flashing with excitement and nervousness: "Is this...really the Time Research Institute? Last Friday, Senior Feng Feng asked me to come to the institute today, saying that he had something important to tell me."

As she spoke, she took out a yellowed paper from her backpack and gently unfolded it. There were some strange symbols and formulas densely written on it.

The sunlight shone through the crack in the door and onto the paper, as if coating the mysterious symbols with a layer of golden glow.

The female student's eyes shifted between Feng Feng and Matou Sakura, and the air was filled with a subtle sense of anticipation and tension.

Feng Feng's heart sank. He hadn't traveled through time last Friday. How could it be possible...

Chapter 934 Overlapping Worlds

Wednesday, January 20

In the world of mind, Chen Guangwei looked around the room which was less than ten meters in size, and determined the coordinates of the research institute by following the curvature of time on the screen.

The shadow of a telephone microwave appeared in the corner of the room.

In the Spacetime Props Research Institute, Feng Feng was studying the microwave oven and complained daily: "That principal and I must have gone crazy!"

Matou Sakura, who was experiencing time travel for the eighth time, covered her mouth and laughed, and said seriously again: "Then the principal must be crazy!"

Feng Feng scratched his slightly messy hair, with a look of embarrassment and helplessness on his face, staring at the note in the microwave tray and said:

"Perhaps, both the principal and I are crazy!"

There was a line of words on the note, with Chen Guangwei's name written behind the words.

"This world is overlapping, and traveling through time and space cannot change the nodes of fate."

Feng Feng held the note in his hand, frowning as if he wanted to stare a hole through the words, to make sure that he had never put such a mysterious note in the microwave.

Seeing this, Sakura Matou came closer curiously, and the two of them started studying it head to head.

At this moment, something strange happened - the words on the note began to distort, as if they were erased by an invisible hand.

Gradually, those words about time, space and destiny blurred into a blot of ink, and then miraculously disappeared, turning into an ordinary list of daily groceries.

It clearly listed daily ingredients such as eggs, milk, and bread, which formed a sharp contrast with the profound content before. The two looked at each other, their eyes full of astonishment and confusion.

After studying the note, Feng Feng and Matou Sakura could only determine that the food list should be some kind of price for time travel. The existence of another time and space was approaching them, and the things on the list were some kind of sacrifice.

Feng Feng and Matou Sakura went out to the supermarket to buy food according to the food list. One of them pushed the cart while the other selected the ingredients, just like a newlywed couple.

Feng Feng pushed the shopping cart and looked at Sakura Matou who was carefully selecting ingredients in front of him with gentle eyes.

Her slender fingers gently brushed across the neat rows of cans, and finally picked up a can of temptingly colored ketchup. She turned back and smiled at Feng Feng. That smile was like the warmest sunshine in spring, illuminating his heart.

Feng Feng responded with a doting smile, reached out to take the ketchup from her hand and put it into the shopping cart.

There were people coming and going in the supermarket, but it seemed as if only the two of them were immersed in their own little world. The air was filled with happiness and sweetness, and every movement revealed the tacit understanding and warmth between the newlyweds.

Carrying heavy shopping bags, Feng Feng and Sakura Matou walked side by side on the way back to the research institute.

The setting sun stretched their shadows long. Sakura Matou lowered her head and looked through the cookbook in her hand, her brows slightly furrowed, but a smile hung on the corners of her mouth.

"Look, the combinations on this list are both nutritious and tasty, and there are also these creative seasonings. They must have been created by a tech geek who loves life and has some hobbies."

She said softly, with curiosity and warmth in her eyes, as if she had seen through the list and saw the busy and happy figure of the "homegirl" friend she had never met at home.

Feng Feng and Matou Sakura returned to the research institute and placed the things next to the microwave. After a while, the things disappeared one by one, as if someone had taken them away.

Feng Feng and Matou Sakura looked at each other, their eyes full of astonishment.

The shopping bags seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and disappeared one by one, leaving only an empty space next to the microwave.

Just as they were puzzled, there was a sudden knock on the door, dull and powerful, and every impact seemed to be knocking on their hearts.

Matou Sakura subconsciously grabbed Feng Feng's arm, and both of them's breathing became rapid involuntarily.

Outside the door, the unknown existence seemed to be quietly peeping at them, waiting for something.

Feng Feng walked slowly towards the door, each step seemed extremely heavy. He slowly placed his hand on the door handle, his heart beating like a drum, as if it would jump out of his chest in the next second.

Feng Feng gently turned the door lock. A female student in school uniform was standing outside the door. She was holding a yellowed attendance book in her hand, with a look of anxiety and helplessness in her eyes.

"You offended the principal on Monday, and this research institute was taken back by the school. I will take it back on Friday."

The afterglow of the setting sun shone obliquely on her, giving the sudden visitor a soft golden edge.

"Have we met before?" Feng Feng asked, rubbing his head.

She had a pretty face and an awkward smile on her lips, as if she was an elf who had strayed into someone else's dream.

"I'm the student union secretary, but this is the first time I'm communicating with you, so don't try to be friendly."