Qie Qinghuai, 17 years old, has a good smile and a good smile. His shortcoming is that he smiles too well.
Wang Linyan, 18 years old, is good at data analysis, but his shortcoming is treating his teammates as data analysts.
Li Xingmian, 18 years old, his specialty is his bad mouth, but his shortcoming is that he can talk bad words regardless of the occasion.
Geng Yu, 18 years old, is good at playing games. Her shortcomings are - there are no shortcomings, because she is a genius.
Ji Yunshu, 20 years old, specializes in making soup. The disadvantage is that the soup tastes so good that no one wants to leave.
That day they were playing video games at Qie Qinghuai's house, and there was fog outside the window. The world is erased from the edges, tall buildings melt, streets disappear, and they run into a manor.
The manor is very nice. There is a warm bath, a bed, and all the illusions that "it seems like I can still live." Then people started disappearing. Turn into gray mist, turn into a monster, turn into "that person" who was sitting together for dinner yesterday but only has one coat left today.
They decided to find out what was going on with this place. Decided to cover each other. Decided to... Pretend that I can still hold on.
"Ber? Teammate, stop pretending." Ji Qinghuai looked back at the top of the tower and smiled, his eyes filled with gray, "I know you are all going to be broken."
Half of Li Xingmian's body was turning into ashes and he was still talking: "Break it into pieces and fight it back."
Wang Linyan couldn't make a sound, but his hands were steady when he put them on their shoulders.
Yiyu squatted on the ground and typed a line of text on the handheld device with the last 1% battery:
"This one cannot be destroyed."
Ji Yunshu folded everyone's hands together and said softly: "Then I'll hold on a little longer."
