Summary
I opened my eyes and found myself ten years in the past.
In the shabby, yellowed classroom, someone was using me as the stake in a bet.
“…I bet twenty yuan is enough to cop a feel of Ji Xiang. Anyone want to try?”
After trading a round of lewd jokes, they made their choice.
“Zhou Ling’an, you do it.”
“Sure,” Zhou Ling’an said. “Why not?”
I rested my head on the desk and closed my eyes.
Then I waited for Zhou Ling’an to walk over.