After Transferring to Another School, I Became the Public Enemy of the Whole School.

In September 1995, the lingering power of the Autumn Tiger was still raging in Jiangzhou, a small southern city. When I stood at the gate of Jiangzhou Martial Arts School holding the old travel bag with the word "Shanghai" printed on it, sweat had already soaked the back of my white shirt. The school gate is an old-fashioned iron gate with mottled paint, and a wooden sign hanging on it reads "Jiangzhou Martial Arts and Sports School" in seven faded red letters.