When I opened my eyes, my head was still buzzing. The afterkick of that bottle of Maotai last night was no joke. Rubbing my temples, I found myself lying in the middle of a bamboo forest.
"What the hell? Where is this?"
Struggling to my feet, I saw that my t-shirt and jeans had turned into ancient-style robes, and a wine gourd was hanging at my waist. I touched my face—stubbly, but with sharp contours, several notches more handsome than my original self.
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