Holding an iron basin with a slender face, he took a gray towel from the drying rack next to him as he walked to the door, his steps and movements were so light that he didn't make a sound until he disappeared into the doorway. On the other side of the dormitory, the thin man had already packed his backpack, he turned back to the short man who was reading the newspaper, and without saying a word, he took the stack of newspapers that the short man was reading, folded it in half, put it in his backpack, and then left the dormitory. The dwarf, on the other hand, looked at the other newspaper on the table as if nothing had happened, and did not even lift his head the whole time. This process also happened quietly, Xue Kaimo turned over and got out of bed, thinking that he was in a set of pictures that were muted by the remote control, but he had just heard his careless scream. Xue Kaimo walked up to the dwarf man with suspicion, lowered his head to look at the freshly inked newspaper, and to his surprise, the date on the newspaper was exactly eight years ago.

"How could I come back here, where should I have been eight years ago?" Xue Kaimo's mind became more and more chaotic the more he thought about it, and he decided to ignore the dwarf in front of him for the time being, and go to this building to see the situation first.

Xue Kaimo walked to the door, did not reach out to pull the handle, but walked towards the closed door. As he expected, his body walked through the door and walked into the same corridor eight years ago.

It should be early in the morning, and the hallway is full of people who have gone to the water room with washbasins to wash, and a few people who have risen earlier have already walked out of the dormitory building and walking in the direction of Building 1 or 2. Xue Kaimo walked here and there, and found that all the people here didn't seem to know each other, they didn't talk, they didn't look up, they just cared about doing their own things, their movements and footsteps were the same silent, like a group of ghosts who were not afraid of the morning. Xue Kaimo walked towards the door of the dormitory building, and just as he was about to walk out, a pair of black eyes suddenly appeared from a small window in the mailroom next to him, and behind those eyes, the old man's much younger face was smiling at him.

"Are you awake?" said Old Man Zhang at the door of the bedroom and said to Xue Kaimo, who had just sat up from the bed.

Xue Kaimo stretched out his hand and pressed his slightly aching head, and for a while he couldn't tell whether he was still dreaming.

"It's your breakfast. Old man Zhang put down the plate in his hand on the table, and in the plate was a pile of burnt yellow fatty meat.

"What is this?" Xue Kaimo asked.

"Five-colored hoof tendons, a very famous dish in this school, but I can't do it well, you will eat it. Old man Zhang blinked, avoiding Xue Kaimo's gaze.

"Why have I never heard of it?" Xue Kaimo's mind flashed back to the suitcase under his bed and the recipe in the suitcase, but perhaps it was the effect of his subconscious, he lied to Old Man Zhang.

"That was many years ago. Hurry up and eat, I'll tell you everything today. We're running out of time. Old man Zhang said and sat down opposite Xue Kaimo, and a smile appeared on his ugly face for the first time.