Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

Bai Li stood at a distance, watching the melon with great interest.

Judging from their outfits and the conversation they had just had, he had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

This is a subculture group called "Landmine Style" having a face-to-face meeting.

This subculture is quite unique among young people.

The group was mostly made up of girls, and their tempers were unpredictable.

They have an extremely strong desire to control their partners; checking their phones and setting rules are just the most basic things they do.

Simply put, this is the lower-level version of yandere, who cannot tolerate the slightest grievance and is at risk of going crazy on the spot at any time. This is the origin of the word "landmine".

There are actually ways to distinguish between landmine-type and orthodox yandere.

Most of them are pretty, but they are usually penniless and struggling financially.

For everyday wear, she loves black and pink color-blocked dresses, paired with a row of sparkly earrings for a sensory thrill.

The most common practice is to use the pink Monster energy drink to soak rice.

Then, relying on the taurine and caffeine in the drinks to keep myself awake, I simply muddle through the day's vital signs.

Some even go so far as to ingest large amounts of prescription drugs in pursuit of pleasure, or even carve tattoos on each other's arms.

Bai Li's gaze swept over the mess on the ground.

Then look at the exposed arms of those girls, covered with crisscrossing red marks.

He roughly knew in his heart that most of the people present were heavily addicted to the game.

Only An Yaoyao, who was refusing to abuse drugs, seemed relatively normal.

These people are just bored and have nothing better to do.

Bai Li shook his head, silently complaining to himself.

Before he could turn his gaze away, the arguing suddenly intensified.

"You're not going to eat, huh!"

The girl with the princess cut, holding a medicine bottle, pressed closer step by step:

"We finally managed to meet up, and you're the only one who doesn't fit in! You're such a loner! Don't blame us for pushing you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, two girls wearing platform shoes surrounded her and grabbed An Yaoyao's arms from both sides.

"I won't eat! Don't touch me!"

An Yaoyao shouted loudly, struggled fiercely, and tilted her head back.

"Oh, it's a primary school student's spicy snack voice?"

The girl with the princess cut muttered something, and while An Yaoyao was being held down, she took the half-empty bottle of cough medicine and tried to force it into An Yaoyao's mouth.

An Yaoyao wasn't about to stand there and be bullied; she immediately launched a fierce counterattack.

She twisted her body, raised her foot, clad in small leather shoes, and kicked the girl opposite her in the stomach.

After kicking one person away, she then used her elbow to strike the ribs of the person grabbing her from behind.

He used both hands and feet, behaving like someone in a street brawl.

Within ten seconds, the situation was completely out of control.

Several people were tearing at each other's hair and pulling at each other's clothes, wrestling and fighting in a chaotic mess.

In the chaos, An Yaoyao's long, graying curly hair was pulled out and fell to the ground.

Once the wig falls off, you can see neat short hair that doesn't go past your ears.

The eye-catching black and pink dress was already covered in mud and filthy, and the lace trim at the neckline was torn and crooked.

But she continued to break through the encirclement.

Bai Li, who was watching the commotion from behind the tree, raised an eyebrow:

"Is it a boy?"

He muttered something under his breath.

He watched An Yaoyao's wild, unrestrained fighting style, which was completely devoid of the delicate charm expected of a cute anime girl.

She's almost as ruthless as his girlfriends, especially with that neat short hair.

"It's definitely a male-female pairing. I almost forgot that the Landmine series also likes to do some cosplay."

Bai Li slapped his forehead, his eyes gleaming with wisdom:

"Besides, who would name someone An Yaoyao? It sounds like an anime character!"

However, gender aside, judging solely by appearance, Bai Li couldn't help but take a second look and couldn't help but sigh:

"This guy has a face that even women would be jealous of. His devastating good looks are almost as stunning as Ruyue."

Bai Li commented with great interest.

But just as he was enjoying the melon, a strange action at the edge of his field of vision caught his attention.

At the very edge of the circle, there was a girl with exaggerated, droopy eye makeup who was now breaking away from the group.

She walked unsteadily, her steps unsteady, as if she were drunk.

She was holding a lighter in her hand and was walking unsteadily toward the corner.

It was exactly where that portable gas cylinder was placed.

"What is this person trying to do?" Bai Li's heart skipped a beat.

But what happened next sent chills down his spine.

The girl swayed as she squatted in front of the gas cylinder, reached out, and turned on the valve.

The sound of the leak was very faint in the noisy park, but it did not escape Bai Li's ears.

That wasn't all. The girl then picked up the lighter and slowly moved it toward the valve's vent.

"Holy crap! This idiot's really high, he's completely out of his mind!"

Bai Li, not bothering to watch the show, immediately started cursing.

Although it's just a small gas cylinder with limited destructive power, if it were to catch fire, the resulting damage would be enough to cause serious trouble for the people nearby.

In severe cases, it can even cause injury or death.

The situation is critical.

Bai Li didn't have time to think further, turned around and prepared to yo-yo:

"Only an idiot would run away like that!"

Unfortunately, things developed far faster than he could have imagined.

The girl's thumb was already on the lighter's grinding wheel, and she was pressing down hard.

"Holy shit, it's going to explode!" Bai Li yelled at the top of his lungs.

Upon hearing the sudden male voice, the landmine soldiers, who were fighting amongst themselves, all stopped what they were doing.

They turned their heads and looked at Bai Li, who was running away in a daze.

No one could understand what this tall, handsome stranger was shouting.

A spark ignited at the girl's fingertips.

That faint glimmer of light met the high-pressure gushing of gas.

A deafening roar suddenly erupted from the ground.

The violent blast of air, carrying mud, fallen leaves, and discarded aluminum cans, swept indiscriminately in all directions.

BOOM——

The towering flames and giant waves engulfed everything.