Zongman: The post-2D era

Sakura Matou's gaze froze instantly, and the memories of yesterday came flooding back like a tide. She clearly remembered that this girl had come to the research institute yesterday, left a puzzling sentence and hurried away.

"This world is overlapping, there is heaven and hell!"

At this moment, she appeared again, and her clear eyes seemed to hide some unknown secrets.

Sakura Matou's heartbeat couldn't help but quicken, and an inexplicable chill climbed up her spine.

Feng Feng closed the door gently and turned around to see Sakura Matou looking pale, with beads of sweat on her forehead flickering slightly in the setting sun.

He walked quickly to her side, gently wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief, and comforted her softly:

"Don't worry, it's just that the school is taking back the institute. We will always find a way to solve it."

As he spoke, he picked up the piece of paper that was stuffed through the crack in the door. On the paper was written crookedly the news that the research institute had been taken back, and the edges were slightly curled due to the nervous rubbing of his fingers.

"The 'evil god' behind this piece of paper may be able to help us. The sacrifice is just food worth more than 9,000 yen!"

Feng Feng's eyes became determined, as if he was trying to find a glimmer of hope through this note.

The setting sun shone on them through the window, framing the scene into a warm and slightly melancholy picture.

Feng Feng and Jian Tongying wrote their demands on a piece of paper and put it into the Huibo furnace, asking the "evil god" to prove their innocence.

After several attempts, Feng Feng and Matou Sakura looked at each other with an inexplicable light in their eyes, and decided to try to activate the "magical" function of this microwave oven again.

They carefully unfolded the slips of paper with their requests and solemnly wrote down their needs with a black pen, each word carrying their expectations for the future.

When they were done, they gently folded the paper and placed it reverently in the microwave, as if performing an ancient ritual.

The light of the microwave came on, accompanied by a slight buzzing sound, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

When the microwave stopped working, they opened the door with great anticipation, only to see that the words on the note had miraculously transformed into a detailed list of personal items.

Every item on the list is accurate, but it looks like a shopping list for a girl living alone, as if some supernatural power is silently responding to their calls.

Feng Feng and Matou Sakura discussed it and decided to go to the supermarket again to purchase items according to the list "given" by the microwave oven.

Chapter 935 World Line

Thursday, January 21

In the heart world, Chen Guangwei looked around the room less than ten meters away, humming a song while processing the ingredients.

The shadow of a telephone microwave dinged in a corner of the room, and the note in the round tray appeared out of thin air.

In the Space-Time Props Research Institute, Feng Feng waited for the note in the microwave and complained daily: "That principal and I must have gone crazy!"

This time, Sakura Matou, who experienced time travel for the eighteenth time, did not cover her mouth and laugh. Instead, she looked at his back expressionlessly.

Feng Feng frowned slightly and waited for a while, but the note in the microwave still did not appear. He felt inexplicably uneasy.

He turned slowly and his eyes fell on Sakura Matou's face, which had lost its usual smile. She had a blank expression and her eyes were staring blankly somewhere, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

"Ying, what's wrong?" Feng Feng's voice was filled with a hint of urgency and concern. He took a step closer and noticed that her clenched fists revealed her inner turmoil.

Inside the room, the morning light became mottled, casting the figures of two people, one still and one moving. The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Feng Feng gently patted Matou Sakura's shoulder, trying to comfort her: "Sakura, don't worry about the principal expelling me. Don't take it too seriously."

"My heart is now full of this microwave oven that can travel through time. It doesn't matter if I don't go to school. Anyway, with it, I can travel through the long river of history. You see,"

He pointed at the microwave oven, his eyes flashing with a strange light, "This is not just a piece of kitchenware, it is the key for us to explore the unknown. When I crack all its secrets, I will take you to ancient times to see real cherry blossoms, how about it?"

As he spoke, Feng Feng raised the corners of his mouth, trying to infect Matou Sakura with his optimism, hoping that she could smile again.

Seeing this, Feng Feng decided to tell a joke to ease the atmosphere: "Do you know? History teachers and microwave ovens have one thing in common, which is..."

He deliberately dragged out his voice, and when he saw Matou Sakura's eyes slightly focused, he smiled and said, "Both can make time 'heat up', but one is talking about the past, and the other is cooking the future!"

After saying this, he couldn't help but laugh, hoping that Matou Sakura would be infected by his humor.

However, Matou Sakura's brows were locked even tighter. She shook her head gently, and said in a low and firm voice: "Feng Feng, stop making trouble. I think I should go and talk to the principal again. About you, and about this microwave oven..."

We can't keep going like this, there has to be a solution. In the 28 futures I've seen, your leaving school is inevitable, and the destruction of the school after you leave is also inevitable!

This is destiny, this is history!

She only repeated this sentence silently in her heart, then stood up, with an unprecedented determination flashing in her eyes, and walked towards the door.

"I will definitely change everything, even if it means changing the name of the Matou family."

Feng Feng sat in front of the microwave, holding the piece of paper tightly in his hand. The words "World Line 0.028" on it were glaring and cold.

He seemed to be able to see through these simple numbers and see the inevitable future - his departure from school, the destruction of the school, scenes flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope.

In the room, the morning light had dimmed, leaving only a faint afterglow intertwined with Feng Feng's lonely figure. The shadow of the microwave stood quietly in the corner, as if silently mocking his powerlessness.

Feng Feng took a deep breath, his eyes flashed with determination, and he looked out the door. That was the direction where Sakura Matou left, and that was also the fate he had to face.

Feng Feng followed the instructions on the note and carefully adjusted the various parameters on the microwave oven. His fingertips lightly touched the numbers representing different times and spaces, and an indescribable excitement and uneasiness surged in his heart.

He quickly took out his phone and typed a short message to himself as a confirmation signal after crossing. The moment he clicked send, the whole room seemed to be enveloped by an invisible force.

Suddenly, Feng Feng felt a darkness in front of his eyes, and his body seemed to be sucked into a huge whirlpool. As the world spun around, he lost all sense of direction.

There was a buzzing sound in his ears, as if countless voices were ringing in his ears at the same time, and then quickly dissipated. His vision was blurred, and he could only vaguely see the light and shadows around him constantly changing, as if he was in a bizarre dream.

Feng Feng was lost in the vortex of time and space, and the scenes before his eyes were intertwined and overlapping.

He caught a glimpse in a trance. In the familiar ten-square-meter room, the morning light gently sprinkled on the corner of the table. The girl sat quietly, holding a bowl of steaming porridge in her hands. The scene was warm and peaceful. That was the daily life in the research institute, simple but full of warmth.

But in a flash, the picture was torn apart, and he was dragged into another extreme world - flames shot up into the sky all around, ruins were everywhere, and despair and wailing intertwined into an elegy for the end of the world.

The sky was as dark as ink, with no stars in sight. Only endless darkness and pain spread, as if the gates of hell had opened wide, swallowing up all the beauty. Feng Feng's heart trembled violently with this extreme change.

Feng Feng staggered out of the door that seemed to connect two worlds, tightly clutching the newly appeared note in his hand. The note was glowing strangely in the dim light.

The numbers "World Line 0.129" were as glaring as a brand, and the words "The future begins to change" below made him feel mixed emotions.

He looked up and around; the scene outside the institute was completely different.

The ruins that had been in ruins miraculously began to recover, dotted with green trees, birds singing and flowers blooming, full of vitality. The morning light shone through the gaps in the leaves and sprinkled on his face, bringing a hint of warmth, as if even the air had become fresh and sweet.

Feng Feng took a deep breath, and the depression in his chest seemed to dissipate. An unprecedented light flashed in his eyes, and an unprecedented hope and determination surged in his heart.

Fengfeng stood in the midst of this earth-shaking change, and the world around him seemed to leap from the abyss of despair to the peak of hope.

At the horizon, a gigantic monster streaked across the sky. The giant dragon was covered in black scales, and its wings spread out to cover the sky and the sun. The dragon's roar rumbled like thunder, shaking every inch of space.

There was a flickering blue flame in its eyes, which contained both the power of destruction and the light of wisdom. It looked directly at Feng Feng, as if examining this uninvited guest.

The dragon was surrounded by wisps of dark energy. Every time it flapped its wings, it brought with it a howling wind, which swept up fallen leaves and dust on the ground, forming small tornadoes, once again shrouding this reborn land with a hint of mystery and uneasiness.

Feng Feng's back was soaked with sweat. He retreated into the research institute and pressed the dial button on his cell phone with trembling fingers.

The faint light coming through the crack in the door reflected on his nervous face. Sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the cold metal floor, making a tiny and crisp sound.

On the mobile phone screen, the green dial icon rotates slowly, and every second of waiting seems to be infinitely stretched.

Outside the door, the roar of a giant dragon could be faintly heard, and every tremor made Feng Feng's heart beat violently.

He closed his eyes tightly, praying that the message would be sent smoothly and everything would be as written on the note.

Chapter 936 Shihua School

Friday, January 22

Feng Feng caught a cold and watched "Under One Person" for a while with a hot head. Then he fell asleep with his phone on.

In his dream, he seemed to see two overlapping schools. The two schools were like the front and back of a drawing paper, but now they have undergone strange changes.

The originally colorful school began to fade, but the black and white school print on the back of the drawing paper turned colorful.

Sakura Matou walked to the gate of the research institute and saw Feng Feng who was sleeping with his cell phone on. She helped him turn off the phone and left.

The sound of the institute's door closing made Feng Feng frown, and the scene in his dream fluctuated.

He seemed to walk out of the heavy door side by side with Matou Sakura. Outside the door was a hazy night, the moonlight was thin, and the stars were hidden behind thick clouds.

The principal's figure stretched out under the dim street lights. He paced back and forth anxiously in the empty campus, looking up in the direction of the research institute from time to time, his brows furrowed, and he muttered to himself:

"That guy is a disaster. If it becomes real now, I'm afraid I'll lose my job at best, or be held accountable and go to jail at worst."

He seemed to be facing an unprecedented difficult problem, and looked like an ant on hot pot, running around in a panic.

It was quiet all around, with only the principal's chaotic footsteps echoing in the empty space.

Feng Feng felt that he and Sakura Matou had walked out of a hazy dream, only to see the principal coming towards them in a hurry. Under the dim light, the principal's face looked pale and anxious.

He grabbed Feng Feng's hand, and with his other hand he tightly grasped Matou Sakura's sleeve, his eyes full of pleading and anxiety. "You must help me!"

The principal's voice was filled with tears, and beads of sweat on his forehead sparkled under the dim light. "If the Shihua incident cannot be resolved, I will lose my position as principal and may even end up in prison!"

As he said this, he actually fell to his knees, clasped his hands together, his eyes full of despair and expectation, as if they were his only life-saving straw.

Feng Feng and Matou Sakura were held tightly by the principal's sweaty hands. He kept repeating "please" with a trembling voice and endless apology.

The two looked at each other, nodded helplessly, and decided to solve the so-called "time transformation" mystery first.

In the darkness of night, they walked side by side towards the school green belt that was the first to change.

The dim street lights stretched their shadows long, and the mottled shadows of the trees swayed on the ground, as if trembling with the ominous atmosphere.

The plants in the green belt are mottled in color, and some leaves even have strange colors that do not belong to this world, like a painting distorted by time.

The principal's figure slowly retreated behind them, with his head lowered. His eyes flashed gloomily in the shadows, as if hiding some unknown secret.

The loss of face today is just a small matter, there is a long way to go, you...

Feng Feng and Matou Ying were discussing countermeasures in a low voice when they suddenly realized that the principal was no longer behind them. The air around them seemed to freeze, and an ominous premonition enveloped their hearts.

When they looked up, they saw that the plants in the school's green belt were growing wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, with branches and leaves spreading out like demons appearing in the world.

However, the good times didn’t last long. In the blink of an eye, the plants quickly turned yellow and shrank, and eventually turned into dry leaves scattered all over the ground. The whole process took only a few minutes.

There was not a single surviving plant in the entire campus. Only bare branches and withered yellow leaves were left. It looked particularly desolate and eerie under the dim street lights.

Feng Feng and Matou Sakura were looking for the principal while comforting their classmates. Suddenly, a scream came from the direction of the toilet. The classmates fled out of the school gate in panic, and the two went to the toilet against the flow of people.

Feng Feng and Matou Sakura quickly walked through the fleeing crowd and hurried towards the toilet.

At the end of the dim corridor, the toilet door was half-open, and a cold wind blew out, mixed with unknown whispers and rustling sounds.

They exchanged a firm look, pushed open the door, and a musty and decayed smell hit them in the face.