I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

"Say it again! I want to record this and save it!"

Dan Heng did not turn around or give any response throughout the entire process.

Not only that, he also subtly quickened his pace.

It's obvious they don't want to get into this topic.

The three of them walked side by side along the corridor of the space station.

The roadside was a scene of devastation, bearing the marks of the antimatter army's rampage.

The overturned precision instruments were scattered all over the ground, and broken glass shards were everywhere.

The thick walls were covered with burn cracks of varying depths.

Occasionally, a few lone pawns would dart out from the shadows around the corner.

However, compared to before, the number of monsters has decreased by more than half.

As the group turned a corner, March 7th suddenly raised his hand and stopped everyone.

Her expression hardened, and she immediately looked warily into the depths of the corridor.

"Wait—there's someone ahead!"

At the end of the corridor, a thin, gray figure huddled on the ground.

The other party remained motionless, seemingly without any movement.

As the group quickly approached, they realized that the person lying on the ground was a girl.

Her long, grayish hair clung messily to her pale cheeks.

His coat was covered in dust, making him look particularly disheveled.

Her breathing was very weak, but still even and steady.

There is no immediate danger to his life.

On March 7th, he immediately squatted down and carefully turned the girl over.

The girl's face was pale and serene, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

It looked as if it had fallen into a deep sleep.

On March 7th, my anxiety eased a little.

"Still alive!"

She let out a long sigh of relief, then frowned deeply again.

"But the person was completely unconscious, and no matter how we called him, we couldn't wake him up."

"Her breathing is getting weaker and weaker; she needs immediate emergency treatment!"

Danheng immediately squatted down and quickly checked the girl's condition.

After reading it, his brows furrowed tightly, and his expression became serious.

"Breathing obstruction. Artificial respiration is needed."

A calm and straightforward judgment instantly made the atmosphere subtle.

March 7th was stunned on the spot, caught off guard.

She blinked, and spoke with a hint of confusion.

"CPR? Who will do it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

Dan Heng remained silent, simply looking calmly at March 7th.

His gaze was direct, and his meaning was self-evident.

March 7th pointed incredulously at himself.

His face was etched with a mixture of absurdity and panic.

"I?"

Dan Heng remained silent, only nodding slightly.

"No, why me?!"

March 7th's cheeks instantly turned bright red.

"You can't do it? You definitely know first aid!"

She hurriedly tried to shift the blame, struggling to do so.

"I won't."

Dan Heng lied with a straight face, completely expressionless.

"Who are you kidding! You clearly participated in the entire first aid training for the train crew!"

March 7th was speechless after hearing his words and retorted angrily.

"forget."

Two words shut down all excuses.

"you--"

March 7th was so angry with him that he was speechless and couldn't say a word.

She turned her head sharply and looked to Qiye for help.

At this moment, Qi Ye was lazily leaning against the wall.

He crossed his arms and watched the whole thing with great interest.

They clearly had the air of enjoying watching a show.

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As Qi Ye was engrossed in watching, he suddenly met the pleading look in San Yueqi's eyes, and the smile on his face instantly froze.

He paused for a moment, then pointed to himself: "No, what does this have to do with me?"

"Didn't you say you had first aid experience?!"

March 7th is a day of righteous indignation.

"When did I say that?" Qi Ye asked in shock.

"You just said that I actually have the ability to fight back."

That confident tone... he must know more than just fighting; he must also know first aid!

"What kind of absurd logic is this?!"

"Enough with the nonsense!"

On March 7th, he grabbed his sleeve and pulled him to the unconscious Xing.

"Human life is at stake, hurry up!"

Qi Ye opened her mouth and looked down at the gray-haired girl on the ground.

It doesn't seem to work either.

The moment the thought crossed her mind, Qi Ye mentally slapped herself.

But he didn't look away, staring at that face for another two seconds.

Then he coughed lightly, trying to make his tone sound like he was completing a task he had to do.

"Alright, alright, I'll do it. For the sake of human life."

March 7th was taken aback for a moment, probably not expecting him to agree so readily:

"Didn't you just—"

"Saving lives is the priority. Human life is at stake. You all step back."

Qi Ye squatted down and knelt on one knee beside Xing.

He took a deep breath and bent down.

Not long after their lips touched, he felt something being put into his mouth.

Qi Ye's brain went blank for a moment.

He immediately met those eyes and found that they were open and looking at him closely.

Qi Ye immediately straightened up, took a half step back, and looked completely bewildered.

Xing sat up, tilted her head, and looked a little confused.

She looked at Qi Ye, then at March 7th, then at Dan Heng, and finally her gaze returned to Qi Ye.

"cough."

Qi Ye cleared her throat, trying to make her voice sound steady and normal.

"Well... I'm saving you. CPR. You get it?"

Xing tilted her head, seemingly processing the information.

Her expression remained calm throughout, as if she had just woken up and hadn't fully turned on yet.

Then she raised her hand, touched her lips, and seemed to be deep in thought.

On March 7th, he squatted down in front of her and waved:

"Hey, can you hear me? What's your name? Do you remember what happened?"

Xing looked at March 7th and blinked.

"I think my name is Xing (星)."

On March 7th, her eyes lit up; she had finally remembered the name.

"What else happened? Do you remember anything else?"

Xing shook her head.

"I can't remember anything else."

Upon hearing this, March 7th immediately frowned.

She turned her head and exchanged a glance with Dan Heng beside her, her face full of helplessness.

Dan Heng stepped forward and briefly checked Xing's condition, shaking his head to indicate that he was fine.

It's obvious that the girl has simply lost all her past memories.

Xing suddenly turned his head and stared straight at Qi Ye, who was still in shock, making him feel very uncomfortable.

Qi Ye felt a little uneasy under the gaze.

Why are you staring at me like that?

Xing's gaze lingered on Qi Ye's face for a long while, as if trying to discern something.

"Because you gave me CPR."

Qi Ye choked for a moment: "Yes, so what?"

"So you're a good person."

Qi Ye opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.

I got friend-zoned.

We'd only been together for less than five minutes, and I hadn't even had time to wipe my mouth before I was given the "friend zone" card.

Coming from the mouth of an amnesiac girl, its destructive power is doubled.

"Fine," he nodded resignedly, "A good person is a good person, better than a pervert."

Xing tilted her head: "What's a pervert?"

"You don't need to know."