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"No! Don't come here! Help, help!!!" Xiao Ming closed his eyes tightly and lay on the bed, his hands unconsciously scratching the slightly worn sheets under him. Half a day later, amidst the bursts of alarms, Xiao Ming slowly opened his eyes. First he stood up and sat on the bedside in confusion. After a while, the confusion in his eyes gradually disappeared. He took a look at the familiar environment around him, the shabby bookcase, the three-legged stool, and the bed where the paint had fallen into. The head table and the seemingly brand-new alarm clock next to the bedside table. After scanning all the belongings in his home, he saw that there was nothing missing. Xiao Ming let out a long breath of air-conditioning obviously, got up from the bed, and took a look at the small bed he had pieced together... Three old but quite flat boards. He shook his head helplessly and walked to the bathroom with a self-deprecating smile. He didn't know if he could survive this winter.