He turned on the tap and rinsed his forehead with cool water for quite a while, but the scar remained scorching hot. If his mind had not been completely clear, he would have thought he ought to go straight to the school clinic. But… hadn’t that little stone been something he found in his previous life? Wait. He had hit his head against the lost-and-found counter, which meant… the blood on the stone should have been his. And then his soul had crossed into Qi Jun’s body… Could that little stone have caused it?
His thoughts gradually opened up. Suddenly, he remembered several boys’ love stories Zhao Jia had made him read. One of them involved a portable space. Could it be… that he had somehow gotten unbelievably lucky and obtained a portable space of his own?
At the thought, Qi Jun said, “Enter!”
And then he was once again standing inside the crude little room from before.
After going in and out more than a dozen times, pinching his thigh and twisting his cheek along the way, Qi Jun finally confirmed it: he truly possessed a miraculous portable space!
So what came next? Naturally, he had to explore his space. Surely it could not consist of only one shabby little room.
Of course it did not.
The moment he pushed open the room’s door, the view outside made Qi Jun’s mouth fall open. Such a vast stretch of land—this was incredible!
He ran out of the hut and stared at the black soil before him, drawing in a deep breath. The fragrance of fresh earth nearly moved him to tears. In his old life, it was a smell he usually noticed only when it rained. In the beast world’s cities, there was basically no exposed soil at all. The scent made him feel as though he had returned home. Safe. Grounded in the most literal sense.
The land was enormous by his standards, perhaps the size of five or six football fields. It had been divided neatly into… one, two, three, four, five… thirty plots! Ten had already been planted, and the crops were either fruiting or fully mature.