Sauntering and chatting, time flew by. Before they knew it, evening had arrived.
Seated at Haidilao, after a busy day, Master Zhang finally got to enjoy the hot pot he had been longing for.
How could you have hot pot with a beauty and not pair it with some beer? So, Zhang Beixing waved his hand grandly and ordered a case of beer and two bottles of white spirits. He casually propped a foot on the beer case, striking a cool pose.
He had no idea how much time had passed, and then, in another blink of an eye...
"Hmph—"
"Huh? Fuck, did I transmigrate again?"
With the snoring cut off, Zhang Beixing jerked awake, suddenly finding himself in a classroom, utterly confused.
What's going on? I clearly remember being at Haidilao, so how did I end up in a classroom? Transmigrating twice in one month? Absurd! Ridiculous, just fucking ridiculous.
