On June 24, 2055, the Meteorological Bureau reported that the highest temperature in history was 50°C.
The air conditioner in the cafeteria became a decoration. Shen Cang gave me a piece of meat. I gnawed on the watermelon and said, "I wish I could cool down the earth."
He rolled his eyes: "Cool down? You finish your bowl of rice first."
We are still complaining about having to make up classes during the summer vacation of our senior year of high school and complaining about the hot weather.
Three hours later, the classmate in the front row suddenly bit his deskmate's neck.
Blood squirted on my plate.
My bamboo horse Shen Cang grabbed me and picked up the iron spoon in the cafeteria: "What are you doing standing still? Run!"
Later I learned that that day was not only a high temperature record day, but also a doomsday day.
And me and this resentful bastard who quarrel with each other every day have somehow become mankind's last hope.
The poisonous female protagonist VS the cheerful and intelligent male protagonist
