The End of the World: Start with a Lighter

In 2055, a global disaster strikes! After the heavy rain, a hand stretched out from the soil; Li Ge climbed up with difficulty, holding on to the broken brick wall half a foot high with one hand. The sky is gray, the surroundings have long been reduced to ruins, and the air is filled with the smell of decay, mixed with some pungent smells. Li Ge couldn't remember how many times he had narrowly escaped death. Suddenly, a bullet pierced Li Ge's head, blood spattered, and his body fell slowly. … Jingle bell bell! Jingle bell bell! When the class bell rang, Li Ge, who was lying on his stomach, quickly stood up. A male teacher wearing glasses walked quickly onto the podium, holding a notebook under his elbow. "This is... The classroom!... The foreign language teacher!" Li Ge lowered his head and glanced at the electronic watch on his wrist. "Three days before the end of the world?..."