The school grass's sales contract

where am I?

Room that doesn't smell.

What's this?hemp rope?Lord, I'm tied up!

There are footsteps.

"Take off his blindfold," the man said.The voice is hoarse, but it doesn't feel old.

Intense and dazzling light flooded over the sky and covered the sky.

"Who are you?" I half-closed my eyes and asked, struggling a bit, the rope was really tight, it wasn't covered.

"The old school grass," the person standing in front of me shouted with a look of superiority.

"Who are you calling? Young master, my name is Gucao," I raised my eyes to meet his gaze, this person looked familiar, as if I had seen him somewhere.

"I'm calling you," he looked at me with a half-smile, and pointedly announced: "Listen to me, from today onwards, your old grass is my Yuan Yan's."

What did you say?What cosmic joke?