Survival Day

One week later, at Cangnan City No. 6 Middle School.

"Hey, look, is that person from our school? Why is there a layer of cloth over his eyes?"

"Wearing our school uniform, definitely from our school."

"He's also holding a white cane, seems to be blind."

"Weird, why haven't we seen him before?"

"He must be a new freshman, right?"

"I have to admit, with those layers of black cloth over his eyes, he looks quite handsome."

"But how does a blind person attend classes? I don't think our school has special classes for them, right?"

"I don't know."

...

As expected, as soon as Mu Yiyang entered the school gate, he attracted a lot of attention.

However, Mu Yiyang had experienced this kind of scene too many times, so he calmly walked through the maple avenue of the school towards the direction of the teaching building.

Thinking about it, Mu Yiyang had prepared himself to face those troublemakers, just like in many mindless novels, there would certainly be a few so-called "school bullies" who would mock and ridicule him, laying the groundwork for future dramatic confrontations...

However, those troublemakers did not appear, instead, many students approached him voluntarily, asking if he needed any help.

This left Mu Yiyang feeling somewhat lost.

Thinking about it, in this day and age of compulsory education for nine years, where would there be so many troublemakers who don't know what's appropriate? Moreover, even if there were such groups, nowadays they emphasize "brotherhood." They might help their buddies settle things during ordinary days, but if they were to bully a disabled person, they would be drowned in spit the next day, ruining their reputation completely.

Ascending the stairs, Mu Yiyang quickly found his classroom, Class 2 of Grade 10. He had spent a year in special school for the first year of high school, and now, after transferring, he was considered a transfer student.

From most movies and novels, transfer students are usually isolated, lonely, and pitiful, after all, in the first year of high school, various small groups have already formed, and without taking the initiative, it's hard to truly integrate into the class.

Mu Yiyang knew very well that he wasn't the proactive type.

Even if he had been mingling with them since the first year, with his cold temperament, he might still be alone.

But being alone wasn't so bad. At least Mu Yiyang enjoyed the feeling of being undisturbed, focusing on his studies...

If he were deliberately asked to get along with others, he wouldn't do it.

Standing at the door of the classroom, Mu Yiyang took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and stepped inside.

The moment Mu Yiyang entered the classroom, the originally bustling noise suddenly quieted down, and the air became silent...

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Just as Mu Yiyang was about to say something, the classroom exploded!

"You must be Mu Yiyang, right? Your seat is ready, over there."

"Mu Yiyang, are you unable to see? Let me take you to your seat."

"Classmate, walk slowly, there are a lot of things on the aisle... Hey, you, quickly put away your schoolbag!"

...

Before Mu Yiyang could react, several classmates had approached him, carefully leading him to his seat, and a tall male student even took Mu Yiyang's schoolbag and carried it on his shoulder.

Surrounded by many people, Mu Yiyang "safely" arrived at his seat.

Mu Yiyang: ...?

How come this is so different from the script?

"Mu Yiyang, I'm Jiang Qian, the class monitor. If you need anything, you can find me." A girl with a ponytail patted her chest and said.

"I'm Li Yifei, if you need to go eat, just call me, I'll take you." The guy who helped him with his bag smiled.

"And me, I'm Wang Shao..."

...

Countless people surrounded him, warmly greeting him.

For a moment, Mu Yiyang felt somewhat bewildered.

To be honest, this was very different from what he had imagined.

"Do you guys... know me?" Mu Yiyang's expression was a bit strange.

"Our homeroom teacher told us about you." Class monitor Jiang Qian replied, "But what left the deepest impression on us was your aunt. That day she stood here with a basket of eggs and handed them out one by one, asking us to take care of you..."

As if a thunderbolt had struck, Mu Yiyang stood frozen in place.

Since when did the black cloth become slightly moist?

"Aunt..." he murmured.

While everyone was chatting, a female teacher walked in with books in hand, and upon seeing Mu Yiyang sitting in the front row, she came up to offer a few words of consolation before briefly introducing him to the class, then began the lesson.

"Turn to page ninety in your textbooks. Today we'll talk about the history and challenges of modern Daya..."

Apparently, due to Mu Yiyang's presence, the teacher skipped the routine of reading the textbook and began explaining its content directly.

"A hundred years ago, there were over two hundred countries on Earth, scattered across seven continents and four oceans, each with its own customs and cultures. Even in that age of undeveloped technology, we could still travel by ship to different countries and experience cultural collisions..."

"However, on March 9th, a hundred years ago, a mysterious fog suddenly appeared in Antarctica and spread at an astonishing speed, engulfing nearly 98% of the Earth's surface within 24 hours."

"The skyscrapers built by humans, ancient forests that had existed for ages, the boundless ocean... everything was covered by the mist, with no news from anywhere."

"However, this inexplicable fog stopped just before it was about to invade the Daya territory..."

"No one knows the reason, but that's just how peculiar it is."

"In the past hundred years, countless theories and speculations have been put forward. Some say that this fog is actually a type of organism that, after consuming 98% of the Earth, was just full, so it stopped near Daya; some say it's because of the special magnetic field in the Daya location that hindered the spread of the fog; some even say that this is the result of the accumulated heritage of Daya for five thousand years, sheltering this land..."

"The components of this fog completely surpass human cognition. Whether it's light, sound, radio waves, or other detection methods, they cannot penetrate this fog. No one knows if the other countries that were submerged a hundred years ago still exist behind this fog..."

"According to experts' estimates, the survival rate of those who survived in the fog is extremely low because inhaling it into the lungs or contacting the skin surface... is fatal!"

"In the past hundred years, our country has sent out countless well-equipped exploration teams into the fog, but not one has returned."

"Fifty years ago, our country's first satellite was successfully launched, and from the images transmitted from space, the entire Earth had turned into a grayish-white color, leaving only the pure land of Daya."

"Now, Daya is like an island on this planet, and we...

 perhaps are the last survivors on this planet."

"Therefore, the day the fog appeared, which is March 9th every year, is called 'Survival Day.'"