As the Bus drove past, Gao Ming saw a mass of image files scattered around the electric scooter. They looked like the game design drafts he had once made for Xuan Wen.
"Big Dog and the others don't remember Xuan Wen anymore. Is it because she entered the Tunnel? Has she already left Hanhai?"
Every time he returned after dying, Gao Ming would sit behind Xuan Wen, relying on that battered electric scooter to carry them through the night and into Hanhai.
Terrified out of his wits and covered in wounds, Gao Ming had been at his most wretched and miserable then. Yet time after time, Xuan Wen had hoisted him onto her back, made him hold her waist, and all but strapped him to the rear seat.
Memory collided with reality. The flash of fire left Gao Ming momentarily dazed, but he did not slow down. By the time he came to his senses, the Coach packed with Class Thirteen's students had already entered the Tunnel!
After countless deaths, Gao Ming had returned in this way. He was still riding Class Thirteen's School Bus, but this time, the steering wheel was in his hands. He would decide which future the vehicle headed toward.
Darkness engulfed everything, leaving all the noise outside the Tunnel.
The temperature began to fall, and frost bloomed on the windows. Class Thirteen's students sat around the Brazier, its dancing flames seemingly carrying all their hopes.
Breathing out a cloud of cold air, Gao Ming gazed down the seemingly endless Tunnel. Perhaps only he could understand the expression on his face.
That familiar chill, that fear etched into my bones. The feeling is back, haunting my heart once again. After his last deadly fight with Situ An at Sishui Apartments, he had been left with only