Countdown 64:00:00.
Early morning, in a certain dormitory.
A pale young man opened his eyes and raised his hand on the bed, clenched his fist, then relaxed.
It seemed like he was getting used to the strength of this body.
It was obviously his own body, yet it felt both familiar and strange.
He sat up, and his roommate was already gone early in the morning.
The young man reached under the pillow and took out a "letter written to himself."
Seeing the crooked handwriting on the letter, he frowned:
"Dear brother, these past two days I've been attending classes diligently, and after school I've been working hard to earn points. The day before yesterday, I participated in a basketball game and enrolled in a lecture. Yesterday, I entered a Go competition and directly advanced to the top 16, amazing, right?"
