Wait, Headmaster? This word made the nerves in Shu Han's brain tremble, he hurriedly opened his eyes, everything in front of him was no longer the home he was familiar with, but a dilapidated house without even windows, and sitting next to his bed at the moment was a young man dressed in shabby clothes and his face was full of mud, Zhu Ze.

"Chief, what are you watching me doing, I'm about to get up, the breakfast cart is coming, hurry up, hurry up." Zhu Ze saw Shu Han's eyes staring directly at him, and couldn't help urging, and the others also turned their heads to look in Shu Han's direction.

"How it is you, how can it be you." Shu Han muttered, he didn't believe it, he yanked his arm hard, the pain made him understand, he returned to hell again, looking at everything strange and familiar in front of him, looking at Shi Ping and the other roommates, and then looking at the tattered clothes on his body, Shu Han couldn't help it, and let out a loud roar, which frightened the entire dormitory.

"What's wrong with you? Head of House. Zhu Ze was so frightened that he trembled all over, and said with some fear.

Shu Han looked at him and the other roommates, and he wanted to cry without tears, what kind of plot is this, I still have to send WeChat messages to Peng Nan's sister, I still have to prepare for the college entrance examination, how can I, why did I return to this ghost place, Shu Han's heart was about to explode, but at this time, in the face of so many pairs of eyes looking at him, Shu Han finally remembered his identity.

I'm a slave here.

He could only hold back the grief and indignation in his heart, restrained the thought of wanting to beat Zhu Ze hard, and said angrily: "I was having a good dream just now, and I was woken up by you." ”

Hearing Shu Han say this, Zhu Ze was obviously relieved, and he asked with curiosity, "What kind of dream, head of the house." ”

"It's nothing, you get out of the way, I'm going to get up." At this time, Shu Han didn't know how to make it up, so he could only find an excuse to drive Zhu Ze away, but fortunately, everyone was not really curious, at this time, seeing that Shu Han had gotten up, they began to walk outside the house, eating is much more important than satisfying curiosity.

Climbing down from the bed on the upper floor, Shu Han also kept sorting out his mood, and at the same time had countless questions in his heart, why did he come back again? Will I be able to go back?

Thinking of this, Shu Han suddenly regretted in his heart, if he knew that he would come back, he would hurry up to Baidu to find out what the miners' know-how, or how the ancient mines were transformed, maybe he could return here and become a step into the body.

But it's useless to think about it now, let's think about how to complete today's work, thinking of the heavy workload, Shu Han's mood is even worse, and when he walked out of the door, everyone was already lined up at this time, waiting for the breakfast car, arriving at their door, Shu Han stood in the first row, obediently waiting, but his mind was full of all kinds of thoughts.

"Since I can go back and come back, maybe there is some kind of connection between them."

"Is it possible that there has been some kind of change in yourself that allows you to go back once in a while?"

Shu Han suddenly thought of a possibility, there are abilities in this world, and those who have abilities are called Skywalkers, so will his ability to travel through time and space be a kind of Skywalker? If this is really the case, then his ability is inevitably very rebellious, and more importantly, if he is really a Skywalker, it means that he can completely ignore the identity of a slave, and according to the rules of Ironstone City, he can leave directly.

"No, no, through time and space, this ability is inevitably too strong, if you really report it, I'm afraid you will face a more miserable life as a slave, besides, is this ability or coincidence? What motivates the ability to travel back in time? Is it really yourself? Or is it some kind of objective factor? ”

"But if it's not a superpower, what is it? Through time? Soul transfer? Shu Han couldn't figure it out, he planned to give it a try after the rest of the work was over, to see if his time travel was due to his own reasons or objective factors.

At this time, the breakfast cart has been slowly pushed in front of everyone, looking at the familiar black steamed buns, Shu Han is sick to his stomach for a while, he was used to eating these black-hearted foods, but after this day, what he eats is modern food, at least compared with these black steamed buns, even if it is a meal in the canteen, it is also five-star, and now let him eat these, it is psychologically difficult to accept.

But his physiology is undoubtedly expressing strong hunger, so driven by instinct, when the command to open the meal came, Shu Han followed everyone to pounce, hurriedly finished breakfast, and then was a day's work, and when he returned to the dormitory, Shu Han wanted to sleep while lying on the bed, but he had to control his sleepiness, and when everyone fell asleep, he quickly opened his eyes.

This is really a very difficult thing for people who have just experienced heavy physical work, with his eyes closed, his consciousness began to blur, Shu Han rubbed his face with his hand, and then sat up from the bed, only then did he wake up a little, listening to the snoring sound of the room, Shu Han began to recall the last time he returned to the modern era, what he did, what he said, what he thought, hoping to find a clue from it.

"It's useless."

After using all the ways and methods he could think of, Shu Han was still in this dilapidated house, surrounded by endless snoring, where was the trick to crossing? Or was that crossing really just a coincidence? Or, Shu Han thought that the last time he returned to the modern era was ten days after this era, could it be that there is still a time limit for this crossing, once in ten days?

Shu Han didn't dare to be sure, just like he didn't dare to look for death in this era, even if he had a certain moment, he thought that he would be able to resurrect from the modern era if he died, but he never dared to do so, because he really didn't have the courage to bet on his own life, and now he didn't dare to have too much hope for the unknown time, he was afraid that ten days later, if he didn't return to the modern era, he would not be able to hold on.

"Forget it, let's live well in this era first."

Shu Han said to himself helplessly, a day's work also made his body very tired, although he has not yet adapted to the boring and heavy life now, but he has slowly begun to adapt again, there are more ways than difficulties, Shu Han fell asleep in a daze.