"Ground control calling Captain Tom... Ground control calling Captain Tom..."
In the darkness, two figures slowly moved forward.
One of them tiredly carried an excessively long iron whip. His head hung low, sweat dripped onto his stained black shirt, and he looked utterly wretched. The other person, however, seemed to be on a spring outing. He walked with a carefree swagger, bobbing his head, and even had earphones in, happily singing along to his own BGM:
"You're doing fine, now the media wants to know which team you're rooting for..."
The slightly off-tune singing echoed in the eerie darkness, startling a flurry of tiny sounds and the continuous flapping of bats' wings.
But when he turned to look at the pale-faced Shen Yue behind him, he couldn't help but sigh. He walked over, tiptoed, and slung an arm over Shen Yue's shoulder.
"Don't look so down, bro." Huai Shi waved his fist. "Xinhai is counting on us to save it!"
