The man curved his lips, winding a strand of the young man's hair around his index finger. His gaze settled on the sleek, jet-black ends as he asked softly:
"Other than that, what else have you experienced?"
Shen Ru discreetly took half a step back, watching his hair slowly slip free of the man's fingers. His gaze darkened as he looked at the others and said:
"Other than yours, I can't see anyone's face."
He meant that literally. In his eyes, everyone except the players had lost their facial features.
Shen Ru's gaze swept over Sheng Ziyao and Meng Yizhi. His red eyes curved as he said something that sent terror through them both:
"There might also be extreme negative emotions. For a moment back there, while I was driving, I really wanted to take all of you down with me."
His words landed like a bomb.
Who could have imagined that Shen Ru, the most clearheaded among them, had been affected by this world the most?
Sheng Ziyao stared at the young man in horror. That same careless smile still lingered on his lips, as though those chilling words hadn't come from his mouth at all.
Mo Yu lowered his eyes and unhurriedly took the young man's slender wrist, gently stroking the pulse beating on its inner side with his thumb.
Honestly, he was a little curious what it would look like when a madman willingly ended his own life.
But he also found it a regrettable bore. He had always preferred things that struggled desperately to survive.
Mo Yu sighed.
Yet the corners of his mouth had already lifted uncontrollably, betraying his undisguised interest.
Suddenly, the school's loudspeakers blared to life, a tremendous burst of static echoing throughout the campus.
"All students, please assemble on the sports field