Finally, I became their white moonlight

Ming Hai couldn't help but laugh, and this laugh involved the wound on his lower abdomen, making him unable to help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

But it didn't matter, his goal had been achieved - he had done most of what he wanted to do, and this little pain was nothing. If some time passed, he might even forget that there was a steel pipe growing on his lower abdomen.

The most important thing now is the next "surprise" that I have painstakingly arranged.

"Never, never leave my side..."

As the last note fell.

The girl gripped the microphone tightly, and her gentle whisper of happiness yet sadness was gradually swallowed up by the night.

In a brief silence.

In the distance, there seemed to be a sharp whistling sound rising into the air.

Ming Hai raised his head expectantly, but at that moment, he saw the spotlight on the stage begin to flicker and sway back and forth.

“…Ah? Really?”

The girls did not notice anything unusual behind them. They just looked up at the night sky in front of them as if they were expecting something to appear.

The smile on his face disappeared instantly, Ming Hai couldn't help but grit his teeth and coughed up blood foam viciously.

"I've defended so many times, but in the end, you still have to do this to me?!"

“Uncreative garbage!”

Only this hoarse curse remained.

Ignoring the intense pain from the heavy blow, he forcibly pulled out the steel pipe that was hindering his movement, pressed hard on the wound on his lower abdomen that was beginning to bleed heavily, and rushed onto the stage as fast as he could.

I could vaguely hear someone screaming, and some people started shouting loudly after realizing what was happening.

But these have nothing to do with him anymore.

Finding that his body was so weak that he could only turn into whistle candies, and that he didn't even have the strength in his throat to open his mouth to remind others, Ming Hai gave up all the extra thoughts and just did what he should do now and what the script of fate thought he would do.

——He pushed away Su Shi and Xiangzi, who were looking up at the sky and had no idea what was happening, and staggered to stand under the spotlight that was just beginning to fall, then instinctively crossed his arms to protect his head.

I couldn’t see the reactions of the people around me, nor could I see the blood flowing out of my body.

Before the burning heat and heaviness descended upon his head, Ming Hai closed his eyes, leaving only a faint sigh in his heart -

"I'm sorry... I still couldn't keep my promise."

The next moment.

In the boundless darkness, he seemed to hear the sound of fireworks exploding brilliantly.

--boom!

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Don't worry, the introduction is still behind, this is just the beginning.

Volume 162: Chapter Chapter Xiangzi, I wish you happiness

"Hey, didn't we check the stage once?! Why did something fall off again?!"

"I don't know! We've already confirmed that no matter how strong the wind is, it won't be able to blow it down..."

"Ming..."

-

The world is like a messed up paint bucket, with noisy and chaotic sounds crowded together.

I couldn't hear who was talking, nor where I was.

The consciousness floats and sinks in a boundless black ocean, as if it has lost the instinct to feel pain, allowing the blurry flesh and blood to gradually dissolve and fall off, and finally turn into nothingness that no one can perceive.

-

"It wasn't blown down. It was probably because of the thunder that the electromagnetic interference caused the screws to loosen... But the other lights don't seem to have this problem."

"Who can accept such an outrageous excuse! Not to mention that the lightning didn't hit the stage itself, there were so many devices on the stage, how could it be possible that only one screw of a light was affected while the others were intact?!"

"Narumi..."

-

But above the bottomless ocean, there is an extremely beautiful and clear starry sky.

There were stars twinkling constantly, and the faint lights were composed into vivid words, shining on the calm sea surface, and moving towards the seabed with difficulty.

It passed through the nothingness, through the flesh that was about to fall off, and finally reached his consciousness where the ripples gradually dissipated and it became calm along with the black ocean.

-

"It's as if the god of death wanted someone to be crushed to death by this lamp, so he dropped it..."

"Stop arguing, the event is over. Evacuate everyone now, both on and off the stage! Then call the police and an ambulance!"

"Narumi-kun!" Narumi-kun! Narumi-kun! 』

-

The light depicts his presence.

A voice so sad that it feels like it's about to be torn apart, a cry so painful that it feels like it's about to be suffocated.

One more drop, one more drop...

Warm rain fell on the ocean, creating ripples again.

The next moment, black water splashed out as if someone sat up from nothingness.

He picked up his consciousness from the ocean

, picked up the pain that seemed to be crushed all over

, picking up the flesh and blood that had fallen off and disappeared.

He couldn't open his eyes, but still tried to find the color of that light from the chaotic paint bucket.

"Mr. Ming Hai..."

heard it.

Loved ones are crying, trying to reach out their arms and pull him out of the ocean of death.

——So, now is not the time to pretend to be asleep.

Without any hesitation, he also reached out his hand to respond to her.

Breaking free from the black ocean, the young man staggered to his feet and walked into the starry night sky with the light.

Even if it can only bloom for a fleeting moment like fireworks.

As long as Toyokawa Shoko's voice could be heard, Narumi would definitely respond.

Even if death is still inevitable ahead.

-

First, the fingers moved slightly, and then the eyelids, which were stained with blood, began to tremble.

"what……"

The breath flowed into the lungs with difficulty, but then escaped from the body full of holes, and the cracked lips could only make a barely audible moan.

As if picking up broken glass on the ground, Ming Hai struggled to regain consciousness from the brink of death.

He tried hard to regain his composure and hold on to the feeling of being alive - this was not difficult. The intense pain all over his body, as if he had been run over by a steamroller, reminded him all the time that he was still alive.

It's just that death is not far away.

His head was dizzy, he couldn't open his eyes, and he didn't have the strength to move; the almost numb feeling only made him realize that he was lying on a pool of liquid with some cold, heavy steel object pressing on him.

Ming Hai finally remembered.

"I was hit by the spotlight... because of the system's rubbish script."

"I just used my arms to protect my head before it hit me, so I didn't die on the spot... Unfortunately, this can't be considered a resistance at all."

'Even if my head is fine, the spotlight has smashed my bones and internal organs into pieces, not to mention the bleeding wound from before... Unless I can replace my body with candy like Anpanman, it's only a matter of time before I bleed to death.'

"So... now is the time to have a last gasp and leave your last words?"

Just like when I first came into this world.

As he is about to leave this world, he still remains calm, assesses the current situation, and makes the best choice for himself.

——Even though this doesn’t make any sense and is not the most correct choice.

Because after he dies and successfully leaves this world, all traces of him will be wiped out.

Whether it was the chaos of the summer music festival, the crying of the girl, or everything left behind... they would all return to nothingness, just like the moonlight after the rising sun.

But for Ming Hai now, meaning is no longer something that can be judged rationally.

As long as it is something he wants to do, even if it is just squatting on the ground and counting ants, it has his own unique meaning.

"Um……"

Ming Hai pursed his lips tightly and tried to raise his arms, but found that only his shoulders could move slightly - probably both his hands were smashed into meat paste?

However, this little noise was enough for the people around him to notice and react.

"Narumi-kun!"

Xiangzi's hoarse voice could be heard to be filled with surprise, and then warm hands held his face, as if holding a glass doll that was about to break, cautiously and tremblingly: "You, you finally woke up! That's great, I thought, I thought..."

"what……"

"Don't be afraid, the ambulance will be here soon! Ming Haijun, you must hold on, I will send you to the best hospital for treatment. It doesn't matter how much money it costs or how much time it takes, you will definitely get better! So...so...don't...leave me..."

"Cough..." Ming Hai coughed out some blood foam in his throat and finally made a decent sound, "Water... Help me, wash my face... I can't see you..."

"Eh?" Toyokawa Shoko stood there in a daze. She didn't expect that this would be the first thing he said after waking up.

Before she could recover from her surprise, a bottle of water was placed between them.

"water."

Ruoye Mu still had no expression, and his eyes were not even on Ming Hai. After putting down the water, he continued to stand there silently, with empty eyes like a real puppet.

Toyokawa Shoko didn't have time to think at all. She just poured the water in the bottle into her hands as Ming Hai said, and then cleaned his handsome face that was blurred by blood bit by bit.

She knelt in the ocean of blood, like a small boat that could sink at any time.

Even though her knees were scratched by glass shards, and even though her clothes and body were stained with dirty blood, she still gently and carefully stroked his face with her fingers, as if she was afraid that if she used a little force, the weak burning candle would be extinguished by her own hands.

Not long after, Ming Hai tried to open his eyes, and the white vision was quickly filled with familiar colors, and what came into view was her face leaning over to look at him worriedly.

"You cry so ugly." Ming Hai smiled with the corners of his mouth.

"It's all because of you..." Hearing him say that, Toyokawa Shoko couldn't help shedding tears again. She wiped her tear-stained face with her palms, leaving several blurry traces of blood. "Idiot, why did you save me... why did you do this... You know very well that I value you more than my own life..."

"What a coincidence, I thought so too." He tried his best to control his weak and hoarse voice, pretending to be relaxed and casual, "So, don't cry, Xiangzi... It's just a fatal injury. I'm a sports student. I'll be fine after three days in the hospital."

"Don't lie!" She shouted, and subconsciously wanted to grab his arm tightly, but when she saw the twisted and distorted flesh, her fingers trembled and she didn't dare to touch it. She could only hold his face, which looked relatively intact, and sobbed, "You lost so much blood, and your body became like this, how can it be so easy to be fine... Please, don't talk anymore, have a good rest, and wait for the ambulance to come..."

"That won't work."

Ming Hai sighed. He felt that he could speak much more smoothly and his breathing, which was leaking everywhere, gradually became steady.

I don’t know if it’s the adrenaline that starts to take effect, or if the power of a person’s last burst of energy when he is about to die can really transcend life and death.

"By the way, did you see the fireworks? They must have been beautiful, right?" he continued in a chatty tone.

"How can I possibly see it..."

"That's true, what a pity... By the way, Kasuga Kage is really nice to listen to. You successfully brought the most perfect stage to the audience and to me. I'm proud of you."

"Don't say such things at this time..."

"What about the others? They should be okay, right?"

"other people……"

Toyokawa Shoko raised her head and looked around.

Wakaba Mutsu was right next to her, standing there motionless for some reason; Shiina Riki was grabbing the staff members' collars, shouting something, stopping those who wanted to approach them and asking them to leave the scene.

Takamatsu Deng and Nagasaki Motoyo had similar expressions, both seemed to have lost their souls and light. They looked at this place stiffly and blankly like ice sculptures, as if they were unwilling to face reality.