Apocalypse Invasion: Survival on the Infinite Train
Sometimes, accidents catch you completely off guard.
Ming Chu's vision through the smoke grenades could reach about eight meters; although it got blurrier the further away things were, she could at least see human silhouettes.
Because of this, she appeared to be feeling her way, but she had been avoiding the others wandering outside.
Until just now, there were unexpectedly many people nearby. Ming Chu had squeezed through the gaps to the limit, but who knew a small, vortex-like wind would blow through, exposing them.
The bald, burly man opposite was clearly startled, too; he couldn't help but take a step back, wanting to hide.
Alas, another gust of wind came, blowing the fog in that area into a thin veil.
At such a close distance, he could not only see the faces of the three girls, but he could even see their eyes, which were red from squinting and trying to keep them open.
That's right, even Ming Chu's eyes were irritated by the thick fog, and they were currently bloodshot.
The bald man's body stiffened, as if he were the one backed into a corner, not Ming Chu. He actually stood there, staring blankly at the three of them for nearly a minute.
During that minute, the people who had been nearby all walked away, and the closest person disappeared from Ming Chu's line of sight, meaning they were more than ten meters away.
It was a relatively safe distance.
The bald man stared cautiously at the three girls, and after holding his breath for a long time, he finally said dryly: "You students, why aren't you staying in the classroom properly instead of running out? Are you trying to skip class?"
The bald man, putting on a stern face, felt nervous inside. He hoped he was playing the 'teacher' role correctly, right?
He still remembered that when he didn't study properly back in the day, his teacher would lecture him just like that.
It should be correct.
The bald man gave himself an affirmative nod.