After breakfast, my parents each took a bicycle and took my sister and me to school.

We were in preschool and first grade, sitting in the back seat, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar street scenes on both sides of the road.

It feels just like the early 1990s, but there are also many unfamiliar aspects, such as the abundance of ancient architecture.

Our house is clearly a workers' residential building.

The building is not tall, with six floors in total. My family lives on the second floor, which has a separate bathroom and kitchen, and is about fifty square meters.

The apartment has two bedrooms, one living room, and one bathroom, but there are also public toilets in the community, which proves that some apartments do not have private bathrooms.

This also shows that my family's financial situation is not bad, at least not the worst batch I've worked hard for.

Observe the surrounding situation and analyze the information that may be needed.

I'm afraid I might accidentally ask something that everyone knows, but I don't.

For example, what are the names of Mom and Dad, and where do we live?

This is similar to forgetting your wife's name after being married for a long time; you can't ask her directly, you can only inquire from other places.

While thinking about random things, I swayed back and forth on the back of the bicycle, trying my best to act like a 6-year-old child.

That's why they say a man is only young at heart; given the right environment, a man can be incredibly naive.

Some things don't need to be acted out.

I glanced back and saw my sister staring at me; I made a face at her.

Then they laughed together, like little kids.

Happiness is really simple. I don't know what's so funny, but when she laughs, I laugh along with her.

What else could we do? This laugh drew my sister's attention elsewhere.

Since they were just children, they kept an eye on my unusual behavior that morning, and soon our family arrived at the school gate.

I saw that the school was very big, and there were also students who looked like junior high school students.

This should be a comprehensive school that offers education from preschool all the way to junior high school.

Oh

It's quite advanced. My father led me all the way to register and be assigned to a class, while my mother went to see my younger sister off.

I kept an eye on where my sister went, just in case I needed to pick her up and take her home that night.

If I don't know where to pick you up, that would be a disaster. I should have come up from preschool too, but you don't know how to get there.

It would be such a shame to be exposed on this. As for my childhood friends and playmates, they're just a bunch of little kids...

If that still doesn't work, then whether you're a time traveler or not is probably irrelevant.

I arrived at the classroom door safely, glanced at the sign and saw it was Class 8, Grade 1. Hehe, very good.

There are over twenty classes throughout the year, and they are all above average, which is quite good.

Let's play it safe for now and observe the situation before considering anything else.

After all, they've only been here a short while; there's still plenty of time to think about grand ideals.

When I entered the classroom, many people greeted me. I had already noticed quite a few fellow travelers on my way here.

School was probably assigned by picture cards, so many of my classmates were also neighbors.

This is a bit troublesome. Let's pretend to be in a bad mood first and then secretly find out who's who to check.

Luckily, I got tricked by my sister this morning, and when I said I was in a bad mood, a lot of people sympathized with me.

Wow, it seems my little sister is quite famous in the industry.

On the first day of school, they didn't teach anything serious. Instead, I secretly eavesdropped all morning.

I got a general idea of ​​the original owner's social network.

They were just kids, a few close childhood friends, and it didn't take them long to find out.

Names, nicknames, family backgrounds, and a few "life-or-death" enemies whose origins are unclear.

In the end, I still couldn't find out how they developed such a deep-seated hatred.

Having taken care of the initial interpersonal relationships, it's time to get down to business.