Cycle

Bang, a plume of gray smoke poured out from the balcony of the classroom, a figure came out from inside, and a short knife struck Zhang Jinxuan. With one blow, Zhang Jinxuan lost consciousness. Zhang Jinxuan felt that he was sinking continuously. There was no space and time, and it seemed that it had passed. After five years, it seemed like only five seconds had passed. Zhang Jinxuan fell into a container that fit him perfectly. Even his hair was perfectly placed in it. Zhang Jinxuan felt light shining on his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar ceiling. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.