Zhang Haifeng suddenly woke up. The surroundings were pitch black. The smell of sour water permeated the air, causing people to suffocate.

"What kind of place is this? School? Classroom? No, then where is this!" He sat up and felt the muscles in his body aching as if he had lost his strength. There was an inexplicable panic in his heart. He clearly remembered that not long ago, he was still teaching chemistry in the classroom. The female teacher, Zhao Xueying, was still shaking in front of her in a tight blue dress and a light pink shirt that could be torn at any moment by her plump breasts, but why did she faint all of a sudden? When he woke up again, he actually arrived at such a place where he could not even see his fingers? Could it be that he had transmigrated?

He shook his head, feeling as if he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

After regaining his composure, he began to slowly explore on his face. He had a habit of familiarizing himself with his surroundings and occupying an advantageous position as soon as he arrived at an unfamiliar place.

A wooden pole? It feels very smooth … The front end is a flat, wide piece of metal with pointed hair. It's a shovel! Why are there shovels here?

What else? Oh? A wet and waterlogged mop head, a shovel and a mop head, what kind of place would this be? A vague concept appeared in his mind.

He continued to grope, a stacked funnel-shaped tin bucket, A row of wooden bookcases that creaked when lightly touched against the wall, A pile of cords that smelled somewhat moldy. On the wall opposite the cabinet, there were a few pieces of glass of different sizes. He even accidentally touched a few leather balls beneath his feet. It should be one of the basketball, football or volleyball used in PE class. He did not use his hands to distinguish between them.

After familiarizing himself with his surroundings, his vague concept became clearer and clearer. This should be a debris room used for storing old wastes. According to the judgement, this junk room was not big. It was about two meters wide and about three meters long. Moreover, it was filled with items, so there was very little room for movement.

"Since it's a junk room, there must be a door. If there's a door, you can walk out!" Although the stench in the air was uncomfortable, Zhang Haifeng still took a deep breath. The unease he felt in the unfamiliar environment had gradually subsided.

He only took two steps to reach the wall where the glass was placed, and then carefully used his hand to explore the outside of the wall.

Previously, when he inspected this place, a pile of inexplicable debris had blocked the end of the door, so he was certain that the door was definitely on the opposite side.

After walking for about five or six steps, the wall took a turn.

He was overjoyed in his heart and fiercely thought, "When we get out, I must find out what brought me here. I must settle this with him."

However, he did not stop and indeed touched a door.

The door was icy cold, and he gently pushed it without moving.

"Damn it!" Zhang Haifeng cursed in a low voice and tried to find the door handle. Perhaps the door was open inwards.

Unexpectedly, he was stumbled by something soft and almost threw himself forward. Fortunately, he reacted in time to stabilize his body.

"What is blocking the door? Is it a person?" It was a person who tripped him by instinct just now, but why was there a person in front of the door? And there's not a single movement? Could it be that it was a dead person? An absurd thought jumped into his mind, and his hairs instantly stood up one by one.

In the sealed space, there was only him and a dead person. What kind of feeling was this? Wasn't it a bit unbelievable for him, a senior high school student?

"Calm down, calm down, calm down … Say the important things three times." Zhang Haifeng muttered to himself.

Perhaps the pitch-black environment did not frighten him, but living alone with a dead person was obviously not his forte-perhaps even if the whole school put together, few people were good at it.

"Are you dead or alive?" Feeling that his teeth were fighting, his intense curiosity forced him to slowly squat down and stretch out his hand in fear.

Eh? What was this ball? Zhang Haifeng felt a little soft, a little stiff, and a little elastic … Zhang Haifeng's head was short-circuited, and two words that were incomparably familiar to any man appeared in his mind.

"It's actually a woman." He squeezed it twice again and suddenly remembered that the other party might be a dead person. He was so frightened that he quickly retracted his hand. Touching a dead person's chest, he was still a little unwilling to return. If this were to be said, wouldn't he immediately become a super abnormal person? Mm, but the feel is really good, and the scale is also very large …

He hurriedly spat a few times, cursing that his male hormones were acting out at a terrible time.

However, in this way, his tense nerves relaxed. Wasn't she just a dead person? She wouldn't jump up and bite people, afraid that she would be scared to death?

After calming his emotions, he reached out his hand again and touched his opponent's head, intending to test his nose to see if he was alive or dead. Although it was tempting to the plump mountain peak, he really did not have the courage to touch it again. After all, the other party might be a dead person.

Everything in the darkness depended on his instincts, but he didn't touch his face at all. Instead, he had a slender neck. Her hands were gentle and delicate, and she didn't hold back her hands. Eh, a little bit down, you can feel a small piece of exquisite collarbone. Along the clavicle, it is a round shoulder … No, when I touched my neck just now, something seemed to be beating!

Zhang Haifeng was shocked and hurriedly moved his hand away from the other party's shoulder, landing on his neck again. One, two, three … The artery was beating. Although it was weak, it was actually beating again. She's not dead, she's alive. He almost let out a cheer. He moved his palm upwards and sliced through two thin, slightly dry lips. He reached under the other party's nose, and a faint breath of hot air came out.

"So I'm not dead. I'm scared to death." He sat paralyzed on the ground for a long time before regaining his senses. He pushed the other party hard and shouted, "Hey, wake up, it's dawn."

The opponent did not react at all and only slightly shook his body.

"You're still greedy for sleep. If you don't get up, I'll touch your XXX." Zhang Haifeng said evilly. He couldn't help but think in his heart, should he take advantage of the fact that the other party hadn't woken up and touch the pair of tall and straight babies that looked like two peaks? One had to know that he was only eighteen years old this year. He was a high school student who was preparing to face the tough college entrance exam. Normally, he didn't have many chances to talk to girls, let alone have any intimate contact with them. As for the situation just now, it was even more impossible for it to happen. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him.

"Touch, or not?" In the Heavenly Battle, Zhang Haifeng had a bottom line. He definitely wouldn't do such a thing while others were in danger. It was just an accident, not counting.

"You can't touch it, it's too wicked!" He fiercely cut off his evil thoughts and continued to shake his opponent.

However, the other party still did not show any signs of waking up. He only heaved a heavy breath.

At this time, an idea popped up in his mind: "Otherwise, do an artificial respiration!" Damn it, it's not drowning. Do you want to take a hairy artificial respiration? Hehe, maybe she was fumigated by the stench here. If you give her a breath, maybe she'll wake up? "Otherwise, I'll give you a heart massage … Forget it. If you're not careful, it'll turn into a touch again … Forget it, in order to save someone, I can only barely breathe …"

After struggling for a while, Zhang Haifeng finally made a decision. He felt more tired than solving an entire exam paper.

He pulled the other party's body over and laid it flat, determined the position of his head, and then knelt down on one side of her body-the space here was indeed extremely narrow, and with just a mere twist and turn, it made a rumble, and it was unknown what fell to the ground again.

Amongst the chaotic sounds, there were also rustling sounds of footsteps that were not obvious.

However, in order to save him, he had no time to care.

Everything was ready. He pinched his opponent's nose with one hand and opened his mouth with the other. Then, he took a deep breath and lowered his head to the opponent's mouth to breathe in.

Inadvertently, he touched the other party's lips, feeling soft, cold, and carrying traces of sweetness. His heart shook. Damn, isn't this more serious than touching his chest?

After taking five or six breaths in a row, the other party suddenly coughed and twisted his body. He actually woke up.

Zhang Haifeng heaved a sigh of relief. Why did it feel so good to save someone?

"Where is this? Who? Who is here?" As soon as the other party woke up, he cried out loudly. Then, he struggled to support his body, curled up against the door, and covered his chest with both hands. Naturally, she could not see her movements in the darkness, but the muffled sound of her back hitting the door and the sound of her hands pulling her clothes tightly proved it.

Although the other party's voice was hoarse and dry, it was still familiar to Zhang Haifeng. The owner of this voice was actually Zhao Xueying, the chemistry teacher. That was the dream of countless boys in the school. The girls were jealous and jealous of him. He remembered that as long as it was Teacher Zhao's class, all the boys in the class would always focus on her plump breasts. Naturally, he was also included.

Zhang Haifeng stammered, "Zhao … Zhao … Teacher …" However, an indescribable strange feeling arose in his heart.

"Who … who are you? Zhang Haifeng?" Zhao Xueying seemed to recognize his voice and asked in a probing and puzzled tone.

"Teacher Zhao, you know me?" Zhang Haifeng was stunned. Zhao Xueying had never asked him questions in class, and he had never interacted with Teacher Zhao. Perhaps when they met, the other party could recognize him as a student of a certain class, but they definitely wouldn't know his name, so it was even more impossible for them to know who he was through their voices. However, he only said one sentence, and the other party knew who he was. Isn't that very strange?

"Of course I know … why are we here?" After confirming the identity of the other party, Zhao Xueying's tone became relaxed.

Zhang Haifeng was puzzled. He instinctively felt that he had forgotten something, but no matter how he thought about it, he had no impression of it.

He shook his head and threw away these strange feelings. "I don't know," he said. "Something special seems to have happened …"

'"Yes, indeed too many things have happened" murmured Zhao Xueying.

"Teacher Zhao, do you know what happened?" Zhang Haifeng heard some clues from the other party's tone and hurriedly asked.

"Stones, eyeballs, lots of stones, lots of eyeballs, they turn people into monsters, monsters that eat people, this world is finished …" Zhao Xueying muttered softly.

"What a mess" Zhang Haifeng scratched his head.

At this moment, a furious roar that resembled the roar of an ancient ferocious beast suddenly entered this sealed space. The deep and suppressed echoes seemed to be about to shatter a person's heart.

Zhang Haifeng's head buzzed and he almost fainted.

At the same time, the door panels in the junk room were knocked loudly by something. Every collision was like a heavy hammer hitting Zhang Haihai's heart.

Immediately, countless images flashed in his mind, and the memories that he had lost for a short period of time surged into his heart like a tide.