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This place was strange, it was an old dilapidated hut. There were no decent houses around, and there were some pottery jars in the corner. However, a rather unremarkable bowl caught his eye - it looked exactly like a Ming Dynasty bowl.,Lin Hao's head ached, especially his brain was buzzing. He struggled to open his eyes. As his vision gradually cleared, he saw several familiar yet unfamiliar faces.,Lin Haoran's days were passing pleasantly. That day, he returned from negotiating a contract with the library of a certain university and had a beautiful encounter with that tall elder sister.。