Cao Feng, the gold medal winner, was given several glasses of "palace jade liquor" at the celebration banquet. In his blur of consciousness, he could only remember the gentle words beside him. When he opened his eyes again, he was lying in a moldy rental house of less than eight square meters, with a squeaky hard bed beneath him, and rainwater dripping into the broken washbasin on the ground. He sat up suddenly, a sharp headache like a hangover intertwined with the shabby sight before him. After digesting the unfamiliar memories that flooded into his mind, Cao Feng cursed lowly, groped around, and only took out a crumpled three dollars and fifty cents from his trouser pocket. "Time travel?" He twitched the corner of his mouth, but a familiar sharp light flashed across his eyes, "The beginning was a bit miserable." Starve to death? Absolutely impossible
