Hmph, that old geezer Eunuch Zhang is like a cockroach—simply impossible to kill! But I’m no pushover either. Want to play dirty with me? Keep dreaming!
Back in my room, I plopped down on the bed and rubbed my aching temples. Recent events had been a tangled, unending mess; it was more headache-inducing than studying for my graduate entrance exams.
"Dammit, where on earth is that bead..." I muttered to myself again. The Time-Space Shuttle Bead was like a chronic illness, constantly reminding me that I didn't belong in this world.
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