Transmigrated, Then Almost Given Mouth-to-Mouth Resuscitation

(New author, new book. If possible, please be patient with me, dear godfathers and godmothers. Also, there will be plenty of moments when characters act OOC compared to the originals, and the book's overall pace should focus on a relaxed, everyday life. Please bear with me, dear godfathers and godmothers.)

(Leave your brains here.)

The space station's alarms rang incessantly, echoing throughout the station.

March 7th raised her camera to her eye, aimed it at a vicious claw mark on the wall, and gently pressed the shutter.

"Material, excellent material," she murmured, shifting to another angle. Through the viewfinder, the torn texture of the metal wall was clearly visible.

"Watch your step, March," Dan Heng called from ahead.

Stelle brought up the rear, dragging her baseball bat and idly kicking metal fragments aside with her toes. Their light clinks rang especially clearly in the silent corridor.

The three had just passed through an empty connecting passage. It had been strangely clean, with nothing there—not even a single Voidranger in sight.

After walking another hundred meters or so, March 7th suddenly stopped.

She turned and looked back at the empty passage behind them.

"What is it?" Dan Heng looked at March 7th, a little puzzled.

"I don't know... I just feel like... we forgot something." March 7th wrinkled her nose, unable to explain the strange feeling herself.

Dan Heng followed her gaze back. There was nothing in the passage but the pale light of the ceiling lamps, not even a shadow.

"We checked just now. There was nothing unusual."

"No, I have to go back and check." March 7th had already turned around as she spoke, giving the hem of Stelle's clothes a tug along the way.

Stelle shrugged indifferently and followed her back. Dan Heng glanced at the two of them, said nothing more, and followed with Cloud-Piercer in hand.

When they returned to the passage, March 7th stopped short and froze.

A person was now lying face down on the floor, which had been completely empty moments ago.

Dan Heng reacted quickly. He stepped half a pace forward and held Cloud-Piercer across his body, shielding March 7th and Stelle behind him.

Stelle poked her head out from behind Dan Heng and looked at the person who had suddenly appeared on the floor, her expression somewhat surprised.

"Huh? How did this person get here? There definitely wasn't anyone here just now."

Dan Heng didn't lower his guard. Holding Cloud-Piercer ready, he cautiously edged forward, watching the person in front of him for any movement.

He circled around to the side and confirmed that the person carried no weapons and bore no trace of any Path. Only then did he lower the tip of his spear slightly and gesture to the two behind him.

Safe.

When March 7th saw Dan Heng's gesture, she immediately hurried over and looked curiously at the person on the floor.

"That's strange. When we walked past just now, there wasn't even a bug here. Where did he come from?"

Dan Heng silently shook his head, indicating that this was beyond his understanding.

There was something inexplicably eerie about the whole thing.

Stelle looked at their puzzled expressions and remembered that they had found her in much the same way. Her world-shaking wisdom began to show: her eyes lit up, and she raised the index finger of her right hand.

"Oh!"

Hearing Stelle, March 7th and Dan Heng both turned to look at her, wondering what else she might have discovered.

Still holding the same pose, Stelle said:

"Do you think he could be my biological brother? After all, you found me the same way just now."

March 7th rolled her eyes at Stelle. She had thought Stelle might have discovered something else, but it seemed she shouldn't have expected so much of her.

Even Dan Heng turned his head away, unwilling to pay any attention to Stelle's world-shaking wisdom.

March 7th crouched down, trying to get a good look at the person's face, but he was lying face down, and all she could see was his short black hair.

"Teacher Dan Heng, give me a hand."

Dan Heng asked no questions. He reached down, gripped the person's shoulder, and swiftly rolled him over.

A delicate face was revealed under the lights. His features were relaxed, and his breathing was steady, as though he were asleep.

March 7th stared at his face. For some reason, a name surfaced in her mind, and she said it aloud without thinking.

"Bai Luoming?"

The moment the words left her mouth, March 7th herself froze.

Dan Heng turned to look at her, a question in his eyes. "Do you know him?"

March 7th opened her mouth and sifted through all the memories in her mind.

She had no recollection of the name whatsoever, yet looking at the face before her, she felt an inexplicable hint of familiarity.

Her expression shifted from confusion to bewilderment, and in the end, she could only shake her head honestly.

"...I don't know him. But when I looked at his face, the name just popped into my head."

Hearing March 7th's words, Dan Heng frowned almost imperceptibly.

Stelle crouched down too and poked Bai Luoming's cheek with her index finger.

It was soft.

But there was no reaction.

She poked him again.

Still no reaction.

Stelle looked up at Dan Heng.

Dan Heng reached out to check Bai Luoming's breathing and carotid pulse. There were clear signs of life, but no matter how they called him, he wouldn't wake up.

"Perhaps he's fallen into a deep sleep," Dan Heng concluded. He tried patting Bai Luoming's shoulder and calling him a few times, but he still didn't stir.

He straightened up and paused for two seconds, his expression somewhat hard to read.

"His breathing is weak," Dan Heng stated expressionlessly. "He might need... mouth-to-mouth resuscitation."

Even he seemed to choke on the words after saying them.

Dan Heng looked around. The only people there with him were March 7th and Stelle. Finally, as if accepting his fate, he dropped to one knee.

He supported the back of Bai Luoming's neck with one hand and prepared to open his jaw with the other. His movements were textbook, but there was a hint of distaste on his face.

Seeing Dan Heng's look of distaste, March 7th's lips curved up slightly, but it felt as though something had gently twisted in her chest, leaving her inexplicably uncomfortable.

She instinctively tightened her grip on the camera hanging against her chest.

"Wait!" she blurted out. "Dan Heng, how about you put him down and let me do it?"

Dan Heng stopped and glanced at her. His gaze was calm, but March 7th thought she saw a hint of relief in his eyes.

Dan Heng agreed to March 7th's suggestion without even a moment's hesitation.

He promptly laid Bai Luoming flat again, stood up, and stepped back half a pace.

"Okay."

March 7th crouched beside Bai Luoming and looked at his face up close. She could hear her own heart pounding over and over.

I'm saving him! This is to save him! March 7th encouraged herself.

But when she placed her hand on Bai Luoming's shoulder, heat still rose uncontrollably to her ears.

She took a deep breath, leaned down, and moved closer to Bai Luoming's face.

The moment their breaths mingled.

March 7th abruptly straightened up.

Then she took another deep breath and slowly moved toward Bai Luoming's lips.

Just before she reached his lips, she sprang back again.

Dan Heng watched expressionlessly as she performed her on-the-spot resurrection, then calmly reminded her, "If you keep hesitating, he might really run out of oxygen."

"I know, I know! Stop rushing me!" March 7th gritted her teeth, her cheeks flushed red.

Stelle, who had been watching quietly the whole time, rested her gaze on Bai Luoming's face for a while before suddenly standing up.

Without warning, she stepped forward and swiftly took Bai Luoming from March 7th's hands.

Stelle supported Bai Luoming's back with one hand, letting him lean halfway against her arm, and held his chin with the other, tilting his face slightly upward.

The whole process was smooth and fluid, without the slightest hesitation.

With that done, Stelle lowered her head slightly and moved her lips toward Bai Luoming's.

By the time March 7th reacted, the two were less than an inch apart.

"Ah—" she cried. "Stelle, you...!!"

She reached out to stop her, but fell just short.

Dan Heng raised an eyebrow and chose to watch from where he stood.

Just before those soft lips were about to touch.

Bai Luoming's eyelashes fluttered.

He opened his eyes.

His vision went from blurry to gradually clear, finally focusing on the face right in front of his.

Bai Luoming: "..."

Stelle: "..."

It was as if someone had pressed pause on the air, and everything fell silent.

"Hello," Bai Luoming spoke first, his voice hoarse from just waking up. "May I ask what you're doing?"

Without changing expression, Stelle let go and allowed Bai Luoming to sit against the wall on his own. Then she clapped her hands and stood up, looking as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Waking you up," she said succinctly. "I knew this trick would work."

March 7th's cheeks were slightly red, and her voice abruptly rose. "What are you talking about?!"

Stelle glanced at her and answered frankly, "When I was unconscious just now, that's how you woke me up. I think this trick is very effective."

"See? He's awake now, isn't he?"

March 7th was starting to lose it. "How is that the same? Back then, we clearly..."

Halfway through, March 7th found it a little hard to continue. When she'd held Bai Luoming just now, what she'd actually been thinking was a little different from when they'd saved Stelle.

Stelle thought for a moment and nodded. "Close enough."

March 7th clutched her chest and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Good thing they didn't kiss.

But then she realized how strange her reaction was. Why did she care so much about this person? She clearly had no memory of him at all.

She looked at the man sitting against the wall, rubbing his temples. He was looking around, obvious confusion in his eyes.

March 7th pushed down the inexplicable feeling, switched back to her energetic self, and crouched in front of Bai Luoming.

"Hey! You're awake? You're Bai Luoming, right? How did you end up here?"

Bai Luoming looked up at the pink-haired girl in front of him, then at the silent young man beside her and the gray-haired mature beauty nearby. Bewildered, he asked, "...Where is this?"

March 7th and Dan Heng exchanged a glance.

It seemed Bai Luoming didn't know he was on the space station.

Dan Heng stepped forward, intending to explain the current situation to Bai Luoming.

Just then, a piercing crash of metal rang out from the end of the corridor, and the alarms that had just fallen silent began wailing again.

"Enemy attack." Dan Heng tightened his grip on his spear and turned toward the sound, his voice growing cold. "The explanation can wait."

Stelle had already slung her baseball bat over her shoulder and started toward the sound.

March 7th grabbed Bai Luoming, who still hadn't gotten his footing, and pulled him back toward a spot where there were no members of the Antimatter Legion.

"Hide back there for now!"

Before Bai Luoming could say anything, he saw the pink-haired girl charge out. Halfway there, she turned back and gave him a brilliant smile.

"We'll have a proper chat when we get back!"

The three headed toward the danger, leaving him alone where he stood.