I opened my eyes in a daze and found myself lying on the bed in the dormitory.

The sunlight was refracting through the window, and everything before me was a vast expanse of white.

After a while, I could barely see clearly.

The dormitory was still the same, and my roommates were lying on their beds, breathing evenly as if they were asleep.

Was it all a dream?

I heard a creaking sound from the upper bunk, probably Yu Shuang turning over.

"Are we... back?"

It wasn't a dream.

I couldn't have had the same dream as Yu Shuang.

Zhang Lin and Zheng Xin Yue also gradually woke up, sitting on their beds to regain their senses.

The loudspeaker made two buzzing sounds, and we looked at each other, seeing the fear in each other's eyes.

"Dear students, welcome back to your familiar campus. Today is the first day of school, and the morning sun shines on the vibrant faces of the students..."

Then followed a long recitation of poems.

Zhang Lin raised her middle finger at the loudspeaker, cursing angrily.

Zheng Xin Yue touched the electronic alarm clock next to her pillow, and it was still there.

She whispered, "Is it all over?"

"Yeah, everything is over."

Our dormitory returned to its normal life, but there were some abnormal things as well.

For example, several dormitories on this floor had all transferred to other schools.

And the cafeteria started a new stall selling braised pork belly, which smelled delicious but never attracted any customers. It closed in a few days and was replaced by a spicy fish stall.

And... no one dared to be late or sleep during class anymore.

Everyone became model students, and after inspections by the leaders, our school even achieved a "Double First-Class" status.

Perhaps this could be considered a blessing in disguise.

A semester passed in the blink of an eye, and the winter vacation arrived. We packed our bags and prepared to go home for the Chinese New Year.

This winter seemed unusually cold. Because it was the peak holiday season, everyone wore masks when traveling on public transportation.

It was a struggle for me to get on the train with my luggage. Sitting opposite me was a girl about the same age as me, with her head buried on the table and her hand covering her stomach, looking very uncomfortable.

Maybe it was her period.

I kindly leaned over and patted her shoulder, whispering to her,

"Are you feeling unwell? Can I help you get some hot water?"

The girl raised her head, and the eyes revealed outside the black mask were as if I had seen them countless times in my dreams.

She smiled, sweetly opening her mouth with a high-pitched voice that was unusual.

"I'm just hungry."

"Excuse me, can you buy me a serving of braised pork belly?"

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