9:16:03.
Inside Security Checkpoint One, Ye Qian and Ji Xiaoxiang showed no surprise at the face mask in Li Qingming's hand, their expressions suggesting it made perfect sense.
It wasn't just an ordinary mask, after all; it wouldn't have been anything new if he had pulled a smoke grenade from his underwear.
Seeing such a nonchalant reaction from Ji Xiaoxiang and Ye Qian, Li Qingming himself felt slightly unhappy, suddenly missing his classmates from Senior Class Four. They would be shocked by everything, and even his own fart would come off as imposing, always giving off an expression that met expectations.
It turned out that the mundane was actually the best; he really should cherish them and spend more time with them.
After this brief moment of nostalgia for his old friends, Li Qingming too raised his mask and beckoned his two teammates:
"Gather here. Ye Qian, put on the gas mask, and Xiao Xiang, use the oxygen mask in front of me."
"What about you?" they asked in unison.
