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"Yeah, right, the train at ten in the morning tomorrow..."

"There's really no need to come pick me up; it's not like I don't know the way home. Yes, yes, I get it—I'll be careful."

"Isn't it just because you don't want me to go through the trouble? Your son isn't some bookworm without the ability to move; I've never been directionally challenged... Alright, alright, I'll listen to Dad."

Sam sighed and hung up the phone.

The person he had been talking to was naturally his father in this world, discussing his trip back to his hometown tomorrow.

The night had already fallen, and the stars outside the window shone brightly.

Especially at this time, people tend to feel particularly lonely and isolated, having not yet eaten but already tasting solitude. But actually, for Sam, these weren't difficult things at all.

The real challenge was the first week after arriving in this world.