After hearing Su Shijun's words, Zheng Qing did not hesitate in the slightest. He scrambled up from the snow, tugged Dr. Xiao along beside him, kicked Fatty Xin and Zhang Jixin, and the four of them stumbled and crawled toward the teaching assistants not far away.
He had watched far too many movies and melodramatic TV shows as a child. Whenever life-and-death moments like this arose—when the male lead desperately held back some deadly figure like an assassin, giant beast, zombie, eunuch, inspector, or boss—the female lead would always squeeze out a few wholly unnecessary tears, refuse to leave no matter what, miss the best chance to escape, and end up dying alongside him without even a burial ground.
Zheng Qing had warned himself more than once that if he ever truly encountered such a situation, he had to flee seriously. He had to escape with the sacrificed person's share of life as well, so that their sacrifice would not be in vain.
Now, he had truly encountered such a situation.
And just as he had rehearsed it thousands upon thousands of times in his mind, he fled with great rationality and utmost seriousness.
Only, for some reason, he felt as though his chest were clogged.
Focus! Focus!
The young wizard slapped himself twice hard.
He still had to go back and take care of Poseidon! He still had to help Su Su smash up Old Yao's office!
He still had many things to do. He could not lose focus now.
Zheng Qing's gaze swept over the crisscrossing bodies sprawled in the snow not far away—he had to find a way to wake the unconscious teaching assistants, find a way to stop their injuries from worsening, then find a way through the Temporary Passage beside Shattered Moon—Beauty Su had said