48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng ran around the playground seven times, 2,800 meters.

When he was done, he took a shower in the public bathroom, changed a clean white t-shirt and jeans, and had breakfast in the cafeteria at Slow Slow Slip, which brought the freshly read Xiaoshan Wanhua Mirror to the library.

Reading is also one of Zhang Heng's habits, like running in the morning, and he maintains the speed of one copy per week.

However, unlike the morning run that Grandpa forced him out of, reading can bring him a lot of fun. It's kind of a pastime, and he himself has always enjoyed it.

In fact, if not for a limited amount of time, he would have liked to read a few more books a week.

Zhang Heng touched his phone out of his pocket after completing the handover at the service desk.

Open a small program called the Random Digital Generator, set eight digits, and then... make an exciting roll point.

It must be admitted that this shipment is not always perceived by God as having no reason.

Anyway, normal people borrowing books in the library can never show up with this kind of roll-point book crap.

But Zhang Heng's reading has one advantage, or weird habit, probably because he has read more books since childhood, this guy is cold, poisonous, from the world famous to Long Aotian Xiaobaiwen, even Jinjiang president body he can read Jinjin has a taste, and the disease is still worsening, even today he can read the "Grass Program" and "Scientific Pork Breeding Manual", basically there is no cure.

To avoid the troubles of choosing a book while enjoying the sheer pleasure of encountering a good book, he created this set of normally distributed calligraphy.

Unfortunately, when applying for the campus scientific research award, it was unfortunate that there was no funding for follow-up promotion.

So capital markets are always lacking in perspective.

…………

Zhang Heng arrived at the corresponding bookshelf according to the last two digits of the roll to the number.

Not bad luck this time, although it's not a signed literature class, but it's also interesting to run, at least better than the one he rolled in last month called Water Supply and Drainage, Heating, Gas Engineering Bill of Quantities Pricing.

Stick your finger out and pull this target out of the bookshelf.

- Adam Smith's National Wealth Theory

Looks like we could have a nice morning.

Zhang Heng took a seat by the window and then opened his leisurely reading time.

Someone might see this place getting tired of puking. Is that okay? Doesn't he give a shit about his watch?

Zhang Heng said that he really can't handle this.

Positive response after the incident is right, but that has to be something you can handle within your abilities, such as supernatural phenomena. With too few clues, perhaps nothing is the right choice. In the classic horror films, you will not see the teachers who have been enthusiastically turned around by being photographed in the dark painted old house, without exception, have all received lunch boxes.

Instead, when it doesn't exist, go all the way down, maybe it's just a frightening haunted house trip.

So in many cases, calm is the most important thing.

Zhang Heng is calm now, from the appearance you can definitely not see that he is in a psychotic incident, this cargo made up for the morning run with the time of skipping classes, watched the National Wealth Theory in the library all morning, honestly attended the elective classes in the afternoon critical thinking, and honored the promise at night, please go with the sleeping brothers to the people's food alley across the street to toast the strings, after going back to the bedroom and even have a few episodes of drama painted.

Then at 11: 30, the dormitory shut down on time.

Although Zhang Heng's notebook had a battery on it that lasted three or four hours, he did not affect the rest of his brothers sleeping with him and resolutely turned off the power.

The day was almost over in half an hour, and someone else's watch had turned twice, and he had a familiar and unfamiliar starfish on his hands, just a full circle clockwise.

What's gonna happen? Zhang Heng doesn't know, all he can do now is wait.

Zhang Heng put on his headset, turned on the mp3, lay in bed, and quietly spent the remaining half hour of the day.

00: 00

The three hands coincide punctually at the top of the dial, pausing for about a blink of time, after which the second hand continues to swim.

Zhang Heng did not notice any abnormalities during this period.

Is that a mistake? He took off his headset.

But then immediately something went wrong.

Around -- too quiet.

Summer nights are always extra lively, the little fan on the door squeaks its head, the mosquito buzzes in its ears, the untied faucet in the bathroom next door, the water drops in the tincture of the sink, the wildcat makes a sasha noise through the garden downstairs, and of course the snoring of the inclined bed...

It all disappeared tonight.

The whole world is like suddenly losing all its voices and becoming more silent than ever.

Zhang Heng would even suspect that he had lost his hearing if he didn't have a hidden song in his chest headset.

With the faint light on the mp3 screen, he looked at the time on the watch again.

It's 00: 01.

Usually at this time the door bedroom is still playing lol online and they can hear the thrill of finishing a great kill or ultimate escape.

In addition to this, Zhang Heng discovered another unusual thing. On the right side of Starfish's dial is a date display, and the date above the zero point should reasonably change with it, but this time it still stops yesterday.

Zhang Hengxin moved and seemed to think of something.

He didn't take off his clothes when he went to bed tonight and jumped straight from it.

Starting the computer, it took less than seven seconds to turn on, and the QQ landing interface popped up, but Zhang Heng's attention was not there. His gaze moved to the toolbar, and the date and time on it was a little dazzling.

00: 00

2017920

Was it the last minute of yesterday?

Zhang Heng waited a little longer. Instead of looking at the time on the starfish, he pinched his pulse for a few hundred strokes. At least two minutes have passed according to his 72 beats per minute, but the time on the desktop still stops at 00: 00.

Zhang Heng picked out the eyebrows, but didn't rush to make any definitions.

He walked to the bed and pushed Chen Huadong who was still asleep. The latter was the lightest sleeper in the entire bedroom. Normally, anyone who got out of bed at night and drank water could wake him up. However, this time, no matter how Zhang Heng pushed him, he did not react.

“I'm sorry, brother, I don't have a girlfriend, but I'm not who you think I am. ”

Zhang Heng placed his fingers under each other's nostrils, while still being able to empty his skin in this strange atmosphere.

I can only say that the psychological quality of the product is excellent.

After five minutes, Zhang Heng couldn't feel Ding's nose.

If this is part of the prank, then Chen Huadong's breath holding kung fu is too strong to participate in the Guinness World Record.

Now that you've done it once, it's not so bad for the second time.

Zhang Heng then made it again, and tried it under the nose of the two remaining roommates.

The result is the same as Chen Huadong.

Zhang Heng has basically concluded that he has encountered supernatural phenomena that science cannot explain.

He is now in a period of time that should not have existed.

For example, it was as if the river of time had divided a tributary for him.