48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng did not take his eyes back at the first moment after hearing Ameko's words. He was thinking about how to get into the main task. He didn't expect to see the prompt at the next moment.

In front of these guys, known as runaways, are obviously retrofit car enthusiasts, and if they can mix into their circles, they should soon have access to all kinds of underground races, and get in touch with one or two of them, and maybe let them teach him the art of carjacking.

But there is one problem.

He could feel Ameko's rejection of these people, and without Ameko as a translator he couldn't even communicate with them.

So do you want to try to convince Ameko to help, or do you want to just drag her down?

Zhang Heng did not have much time to hesitate. The moment before the headscarf man's eyes turned here, he lowered his head and avoided eye contact with each other. The guests around him acted almost the same way. The runaways seemed to feel some satisfaction above the average person, whistling and walking towards the empty table behind him.

Zhang Heng gave up at the last minute and had nothing to do with Ameko, purely because this voter was too stupid to [beep], and had to deal with them first to bring their intelligence to the same level as them.

Zhang Heng had no tendency to masturbate, so he thought about it and gave up eventually. He didn't believe that there was only one way to get into underground car racing, and he didn't think there was anything useful to learn from these guys.

Zhang Heng spent the next two weeks learning Japanese and working at a western restaurant. There was little progress in racing. Ameko's relationship with him was getting better. The two of them worked together. Zhang Heng helped Ameko correct Chinese pronunciation. In return, Ameko would coach him in Japanese. In addition, Zhang Heng also found that Ameko was increasingly fond of texting each other.

After a long time of contact, Ameko turns out to be a super chatty girl, ranging from peaches at home to stray dogs on the road, discounted lunch boxes at the supermarket, sending a message about everything she sees.

Zhang Heng will receive a text from Ameko during the Japanese class, "Ah, today the Mandarin teacher wore a super cute floral skirt that was totally out of proportion to her age! Everyone was surprised. ”

You will receive Ameko's text message at dinner, "Big Event!!! You know, the school dog Pinecone is a prince! ”

Or before bed, "Zhang Song, do you think the world wouldn't be so bad without a cat? ”

And almost every day, “Oh no, I don't like messaging too much. You don't hate me, do you? ”

“No, I was just reviewing what I learned today.” Zhang Heng dropped the neutral pen in his hand and rubbed his eyes. Although he had not found those underground events hidden in the night, he had not been idle for some time. He felt like he was back in senior year. In order to master Japanese early, at least he could understand the simplest daily conversation, he was almost playing with his life.

Compressing sleep time to five hours, practicing Japanese almost all the time, even playing the piano in the restaurant beside the foundation of Japanese, Zhang Heng felt that he was not here to play games, but to attend the remedial classes.

“Zhang Song, you work too hard, and you feel like you're spending your life completely in vain than I do.” Ameko is admired.

“Just doing what you have to do.” Zhang Heng smiled bitterly. He wasn't really interested in language learning, but just the evening after coming here, he was prompted by the sound of the mystery.

Confirmation of this return was indeed extended to 420 days, and some things could be planned in advance. For such a long time, he could not have been relying on Ameko as a translator, not to mention that the latter was also applying for an exchange student in China. He would most likely be gone next school year. Zhang Heng decided to do his own food and clothes.

A 14-month tourist environment is not easy to encounter, and it seems that the local language may also be a bit violent without the use of such conditions.

Zhang Heng has a bad feeling. Maybe the game will go on, and he will learn all the world's mainstream general language first.

Though Ameko is still tearing up little things about chicken garlic peel in her texts, Zhang Heng was bombarded by her for a week to show that her emotions seem a little depressed today.

So I typed, "What's wrong with you?" And the moment before it was sent, it was deleted again, and I just dialed in, “Ameko, are you in some kind of trouble? ”

The latter was somewhat surprised to receive a call. Her throat was a little dull, seemingly just crying and still sucking her nose. “Zhang Sang, I'm sorry to worry you, but it doesn't really matter. It's just my own family business. No, it's not a family matter. The man left us six years ago. ”

“It would be easier to say it. If you want to, you can tell me. I can help you keep it a secret. After all, nobody here understands what I'm saying except you. ”

The sad Ameko on the other side of the phone was laughed at by this phrase, and then she told Zhang Heng her story. Turns out her biological father became obsessed with gambling horses when she was a child, and lost all the money in the family. Her mother couldn't stand it, and then the two divorced. After breaking up all the relationships, her mother took her and remarried her current stepfather, and then gave birth to a brother. The family now lives well.

However, after going to college, her father did not know how to find her contact information and found her. He borrowed money for the first time. At first, he said that there were business difficulties that needed to be turned around, but once, there was a second time, and a few times later, Ameko finally became suspicious, knowing that the latter not only gambled money but also had an alcoholic habit.

As a result, the father and daughter had a fight and had not contacted each other for a few months. Just an hour before this afternoon, Ameko received another call, saying that he had been injured by the person who had made the debt call and had no money to see a doctor. However, with the help of the previous car, Ameko did not remit the money earned from his work in the first place, so he was scolded by his biological father for ungrateful things, who also threatened not to have her daughter.

Ameko couldn't help but cry and asked Zhang Heng on the other side of the phone, "Zhang Song, am I cold? ”

“Well, I think your father is even more outrageous, although he seems to be 90% lying, but if you're worried about him, I can come with you tomorrow. ”

“Really, but wouldn't it be too much to bother you with my own family business?” Ameko's a little embarrassed.

“No, I've almost reached my limit in the last few days, either learning Japanese or playing Bendrick in the restaurant, just getting some air.” This is also Zhang Heng's heart, and now he sees that the pseudonymous syllables are a little vomiting.

“Tomorrow is Saturday, so let's finish this morning and go together. ”

“Okay.”

“Thank you, Chang Song. ”

“You're welcome. ”

The Ameko thing was just a little insert, Zhang Heng didn't pay too much attention. After hanging up the phone, he started thinking about how to improve his driving skills. Fifteen days had passed since the start of the second round of the game. He had not started the main line of work, and the other players were probably dying in a hurry.

Zhang Heng was not in such a hurry because he had 14 months of work to do, but he couldn't spend so much time. He still gave himself a deadline. If he couldn't find a way to improve his car skills in a month, Zhang Heng could only try to make contact with the runaways.