It took only a week to adapt to China.

At this point, most of the discomfort had subsided.

The absurd suggestion made by Teacher Xiao on the first day was promptly declined.

Since my assigned roommate had vanished, I had to quickly find a place to stay.

"Thankfully, the chairman was considerate."

I was able to stay at the chairman’s residence for a few days, and now, a week later, I could finally relax because my family had arrived.

"Wow... Oppa, how did you even live here?"

"You get used to it after a while, even if it’s suffocating."

I ruffled Yoon’s hair as she complained through her mask.

I was annoyed by the fine dust at first, but maybe because of my past life during the COVID pandemic, I adjusted quickly.

After all, in Korea, we wore masks when yellow dust blew in, too.

Still, compared to others, I adapted fairly quickly.

While showing Yoon around the school neighborhood:

"What do you think Chinese tanghulu tastes like?"

My eyes caught sight of a tanghulu stall, and Yoon, predictably, couldn’t just pass it by.

Why do people even eat tanghulu...?

I remembered taking a bite of the sugar-coated fruit and immediately passing it to Ha Soo-Yul, finding it too sweet for my taste.

As for what we were doing now?

"Just giving a neighborhood tour, really."@@novelbin@@

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