The description in the background of the copy is a bit vague. It just says that a riot occurred thirty years ago, and there is no specific year, month and day.

The biometric identification passed smoothly, and the iron door in front of me slowly opened, revealing the true appearance of the ten-square-meter dormitory.

It's quite neat, probably because women often come to spend the night.

Yang Ming closed the cabin door, went straight to the desk, grabbed the long electronic clock and started pressing the buttons. He could read the languages ​​​​and numbers on it effortlessly.

Yang Ming was also belatedly aware that the language he had heard before was all the common language of the Galaxy, and there was no problem.

Oh, thank you Hanton.

Let me see how long it is until New Calendar 723...

He had already called up the calendar, squinted his eyes to observe, and then froze in place.

New Calendar 724,01,22.

Mudd!
Chapter completed!