Zongman: The post-2D era

Wuzan said calmly: "Open, fair and just competition."

"It's a smile, it's happiness!" Feng Feng tilted his head and said, "Go back to work."

"The part-time job devil is here to deal with you, are you dissatisfied?"

The faces of the Twelve Demon Moons were distorted in the shadows, like enraged beasts in the night, with flames of unwillingness and anger flashing in their eyes.

Their bodies moved slightly, as if they were ready to transform into the sharpest blades and attack this "Muzan boss" at any time.

However, Muzan slowly raised his hand to stop their impulse, and a fake smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but that smile contained a chill deeper than the abyss.

"Let's go back to work." Muzan's voice was low and threatening, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with irresistible force.

He turned around, his black robe swallowing up the last ray of light like the night, and the Twelve Ghost Moons followed closely behind him, their steps in unison and in silence.

Like a legion swallowed by darkness, it disappeared silently from everyone's sight.

The chill and uneasiness that remained in the air lingered for a long time, as if even the sunlight was trembling.

Feng Feng gently stroked the hair on his forehead, a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes: "Killing by rules?"

He turned slowly, and with an elegant but firm gesture of invitation, he motioned for the part-time job devil to walk towards the audience seats with Ashiya.

The sunlight shone on them in patches, but it seemed unable to completely dispel the invisible tense atmosphere.

"Working Devil, are you trying to cause trouble for me on purpose?"

Feng Feng's voice was low and magnetic, with a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes wandered over the working devil, as if he could see through all the secrets.

Upon hearing this, the working devil raised his lips slightly and a cunning light flashed in his eyes. He did not answer directly, but gently patted the empty seat next to him to indicate that he was seated.

"Your subjugation of the villain Muzan has made many people uneasy."

At the same time, he responded in a relaxed but not to be underestimated manner: "I just came to enjoy this feast of sports and solve some 'little troubles' by the way."

After saying this, he glanced across the field and just happened to catch the moment when an athlete sprinted across the finish line.

That concentration and joy seemed to infect him as well, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, making everyone present feel an unusual sense of ease and relief.

Ashiya's hand trembled slightly, but he firmly handed Fengfeng a bottle of still cool mineral water. The sunlight was reflected on the water, flashing fine and gentle light.

"Drink some water, please."

Under his furrowed brows were a pair of worried eyes. He explained quickly and sincerely: "Master Fengfeng, you know, they are just "ordinary people" who are struggling to make ends meet."

"I participated in the sports meet this time just to win some prize money and make my life easier. They have absolutely no disrespect or hostility towards you or this event."

"Please believe that we are all doing our best to maintain peace and order in Utopia."

As he spoke, Ashiya's eyes involuntarily looked towards the dark shadows that were gradually disappearing in the distance, and he prayed silently in his heart, hoping that this sudden storm would subside as soon as possible.

Feng Feng gently unscrewed the bottle cap, and the crisp sound was particularly clear in the slightly dull air.

He took three sips in a row. The cold liquid slid down his throat, bringing a subtle sense of relief, but it seemed unable to completely calm the waves in his heart.

He turned his head and stared at the working devil with his deep eyes. There was both scrutiny and inquiry in his eyes, as if he could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts.

"If I," Feng Feng's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed carefully chosen, "I just chose to abide by the rules and follow what Wuzan called 'fairness'."

"You, the visitors from various worlds, will you stop and leave this utopia that you regard as a paradise?"

There was a questioning tone in his voice, but also a subtle expectation, as if he really hoped to get an answer that would restore everything to normal.

"Some of our powers can change the world, and they are very dangerous."

The working devil's movements were smooth and mysterious, as if the air was slightly twisted. With a faint smile on his lips, he slowly stood up, attracting curious glances from the people around him.

"We are all protagonists in our respective worlds, and we don't want to be treated as pawns."

He just waved his hand lightly, and subtle ripples appeared in the air. Then, a steaming and fragrant fried chicken meal appeared out of thin air in his hand.

"Utopia is a free world, and you are the master of Utopia who treats others equally."

The golden fried chicken has a crispy skin, the chicken is tender and juicy, and the tempting aroma spreads instantly, forming a sharp contrast with the tense atmosphere around it.

He gracefully placed this unexpected gift gently on Feng Feng's slightly surprised but still calm hands. Their eyes met at this moment, as if there were thousands of words to say without needing to be said.

"Our king should be lawless, bringing us laughter and normalcy."

Feng Feng was slightly stunned, then a complicated smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. In that smile, there was both surprise at this sudden surprise and admiration for the unfathomable abilities of the working devil.

“What about your McDonald’s?”

He gently took the fried chicken, feeling the warmth from ordinary life, and a corner of his heart seemed to be touched quietly, warm and subtle.

"Rejoin the competition, or..."

Chapter 756 This Promotion is Really Good

Wednesday, July 24

Fengfeng and Ashiya were standing aside, so nervous and blushing that they could almost hear their own heartbeats.

The oppressive famous scene was being played at the closing ceremony of the school sports meet.

After the video was processed, it seemed as if the whole world lost its color at this moment, leaving only black and white.

On one side is the shadow of Muzan representing death, and on the other side is the lonely and determined figure of the Demon King.

The wind seemed to have stopped at this moment, leaving only the invisible tension between the Demon King and Muzan, crackling in the air like lightning that was about to erupt.

Feng Feng and Ashiya's images also appear in the video, with colorful words marking their titles as the Lord of Utopia and the Demon King's Four Elements Master.

"Well, this promotion is really good. I'll go find the producer." Feng Feng blushed and walked backstage.

Ashiya covered his face with his hands, looked around, and walked towards the bathroom like a thief, saying, "This propaganda is so immature. Is this social death?"

The backstage staff and Bansheng were confirming each other's work at the long table made up of desks. Fengfeng was standing at his feet, looking down at the wires on the butterfly.

Yukinoshita Yukino stood up from the table and shouted, "The screen just flashed. Who stepped on the wire again?"

Feng Feng took a few steps back, tiptoeing slightly, for fear of touching anything that might cause a "disaster".

He put his hands behind his back, his fingers unconsciously intertwined, and an embarrassed blush appeared on his face, like the clouds dyed red by the setting sun.

Yukinoshita Yukino looked around with a stern yet gentle light in her clear eyes.

Feng Feng slowly raised his right hand like a primary school student eager to explain after making a mistake, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice: "Xue Nao, it was me...accidentally...are you...busy?"

After he finished speaking, he deliberately lowered his head, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he could hear the sound of his own heart beating violently.

The occasional whispers from the surroundings intertwined together, forming a picture that was both tense and warm.

When Xueno saw Fengfeng, her clear eyes suddenly lit up and the corners of her mouth unconsciously rose. Her gentleness was like a flower blooming in spring, instantly dispelling the gloom around her.

"Give me two minutes."

She turned lightly, her fingers jumping quickly on the keyboard, and after a few operations, the picture on the screen returned to stability.

She nodded with satisfaction, then stood up lightly, and the chair moved slightly, making a slight sound that was particularly clear in the empty backstage.

"Stop pretending, let's go to the ring!"

She moved in front of Feng Feng, the sunlight filtered through the half-open curtains and fell on her shoulders. The golden light and the smile on her face complemented each other, so beautiful that it was heart-warming.

Yukino reached out and gently pulled the chair away, with a subtle touch of grace and care in her action: "Thank you for your hard work."

She stood still, her eyes fell softly on Feng Feng, her voice as warm as a spring breeze: "I just finished my work, are you okay? Don't take it too seriously, this kind of episode is normal."

After saying that, she smiled slightly, and that smile seemed to instantly dissolve all the embarrassment and uneasiness.

Feng Feng tried hard to calm the waves in his heart caused by the second-year video. Looking around, he saw his classmates were either excited or laughing, and the atmosphere was very lively.

The intricate tables, chairs and wires seemed to soften at this moment and were no longer so dazzling.

He gently patted Yukinoshita Yukino beside him, his eyes gleaming with anticipation and a barely perceptible smile:

"Yukino, this sports meet is quite interesting. Why don't we go and have a look at everyone's competitions and feel the excitement."

When Yukinoshita Yukino heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, which was then replaced by tenderness.

"Today is almost over, it's time for us to enjoy ourselves."

She nodded slightly, a faint smile appearing at the corner of her mouth, as if the noise of the whole world was quieted by this smile.

The two walked out of the backstage side by side. The sun was shining brightly, the breeze was not dry, and the playground was filled with colorful flags and a bustling crowd.

They moved among the crowd, sometimes stopping to watch the intense competition, sometimes being infected by the laughter of their classmates, with relaxed and happy smiles on their faces.

A student raised his mobile phone to take a photo, capturing the heartwarming scene of two people walking side by side, which seemed particularly peaceful and beautiful amid the hustle and bustle of the sports meeting.

The setting sun poured down like molten gold, coating the outline of the forest with a warm orange-yellow color.

Xueno and Fengfeng walked in the afterglow of the setting sun and into the open space gently embraced by nature.

In the center of the open space, a wooden platform tower built of logs stands tall, surrounded by carefully arranged bonfire pits. The flickering flames complement the last rays of sunset in the sky, creating a dreamy and warm atmosphere.

With their arrival, couples around them were either snuggling or laughing, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of wood and barbecue.

Xueno gently took Fengfeng's hand and led him to a more secluded campfire.

The firelight reflected on her face, adding a touch of softness and mystery to her.

She bent down and picked up a thin branch, gently poking the fire, and sparks flew everywhere like stars falling into the earth.

"Miss, can I dance with you?"

Feng Feng's words rang softly beside the campfire, carrying with them a hint of tenderness and expectation that could not be rejected.

He stood up slowly, his posture showing a bit of youthfulness and courage, as if at this moment, the eyes of the whole world were focused on them.

When Xueno heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, followed by a deep smile. She gently put down the branch in her hand, and the firelight danced in her eyes, reflecting a dazzling light.

She stood up, her skirt swaying gently with her movements, like a newly blooming lily dancing in the breeze.

Feng Feng gently extended his hand, palm facing up, his gesture of invitation both gentlemanly and slightly nervous.

Yukino placed her hand on his palm without hesitation, and their hands were tightly connected at this moment, as if an electric current was gently jumping at their fingertips.

As the soft melody slowly flowed in the air, Xueno and Fengfeng slowly stepped onto the dance floor. Their steps were light and in perfect harmony, as if this dance was tailor-made for them.

The surrounding bonfire and the outline of the forest in the distance interweave into a warm picture, adding a touch of romance and mystery to their dance.

Xueno opened her red lips slightly and leaned close to Fengfeng's ear. Her voice was like the gentlest whisper in the night wind, with a hint of subtle shyness and smile:

"Actually, that interesting promotional video was the idea of ​​Chuunibyou Rikka. She always comes up with these quirky ideas, which makes the sports meet a lot more fun."