48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng opened his eyes again and found himself in a different place. This time it was not just time, he was no longer in the original city. No, more precisely, he was not even in his own country.

At this moment, Zhang Heng is surrounded by blonde foreigners, and the street names are marked with English.

Zhang Heng searched the roadside for a bookshop and learned from the boss that he was now in Durham, a small town in northeast England.

Zhang Heng immediately remembered something when he heard the name. Han Lu studied in the UK for a while, and was located at the world-famous University of Durham, the third oldest prestigious school in the UK, and Cambridge, Oxbridge, also known as Doxbridge. In addition to attracting a large number of middle-class and wealthy family members in the country, Han Lu's business school was also popular with international students, and was triple-certified (EQUIS, AMBA and AACSB), one of the world's leading business schools.

Zhang Heng did not hesitate to take a taxi to Durham University immediately.

The driver was enthusiastic, thought Zhang Heng was a tourist, and introduced him to the tourist attractions of the next city, but when he arrived at his destination, Zhang Heng had to apologize for not being able to pay, knocked him out, stuffed him in the trunk, and drove a taxi into an underground parking lot.

Park your car and walk into Durham University.

Like the vast majority of schools, Durham is large enough to see ancient brick walls and castles everywhere, has school buildings from downtown Durham to the outskirts of the city, and Durham is one of the few universities still practicing college. Student dormitories do not discriminate between specialties, but are somewhat similar to the magic school Hogwarts in Harry Potter. The college arranges accommodation according to the character, hobbies and habits of students, which also makes it more difficult to find people.

As Zhang Heng pondered where to go next, she walked in front of a short-haired girl, who was much older than him. She should be a student at this school. She was in a hurry with two books in her arms. Shortly after passing Zhang Heng's side, she suddenly stopped again.

And then she came back, and the probe said in Chinese, "What, classmate, do you need help? ”

Instead of answering, she looked straight at her.

Short-haired girl touched her face, "Huh? Don't you understand Chinese? Are you a Korean or Japanese student? ”

“Sorry, actually I was looking for someone.” Zhang Heng finally recovered from his brief fainting, but his eyes didn't move away. He had only seen him so young from the photograph before.

“That's bad luck meeting me. I've been reading here for a year and a half, but people I know can count their hands. I don't think I can help.” Short-haired girls shrug their shoulders.

“No, this man you must know, because she's your roommate.” Zhang Hengdao.

Is it a coincidence, no, it should be said that the woman in front of him who has always seemed heartless has a keen instinct that doesn't match her silly appearance, so she suddenly stops walking past him, because she sees through his heart, so she reaches out to him.

Zhang Heng can only lament the fact that this is probably some kind of superpower. You know, with what he's been through, it's almost impossible for him to be seen through his mind right now. Probably, only this guy in the world can do it right now.

“Wow, are you Han Lu's exotic boyfriend? I've heard about it for a long time,” Short-haired girl opened her eyes, "I've heard her talk about you, and I've seen your picture, and so on... The person in the picture doesn't seem to be you,” Speaking of which, she covered her mouth, "I don't know if I've said too much, but Han Lu's guy shouldn't have put so much effort into it. She complains about her homework every day, so she doesn't have the energy to have an affair. ”

“You misunderstood, I'm just a friend of hers.” Zhang Hengdao, “asked her for something. What's your emergency?” Zhang Heng refers to the book in the arms of a short-haired girl.

“Well... it's not too urgent, I can go again at night.” Short-haired girls are enthusiastic, “I'll take you to Han Lu first. ”

“Then we're in trouble. ”

“Hahahahahaha, don't be so polite, we are all yellow grandchildren.” Short-haired girls spill their way out, "in return you can tell me a few gossips about her. ”

“Well, I've got a lot of her childhood stuff on my hands. Would you like to hear it? ”

“Of course, of course.” Short-haired girls laughed and nodded.

…………

Someone was guided, Zhang Heng finally didn't have to take any more chances. The two of them walked and talked, and soon came to the tennis court. Short-haired girls came out of the dormitory. She said that Han Lu had left early in the morning, had not been in the dormitory all morning, and had not said where to go. However, she had a tennis habit and often came to play tennis at this time.

Yet today's tennis court did not see that figure.

Short-haired girl comforts Zhang Heng, “It's okay, we'll go to the next place, you have to find someone else. I can't help it, but Han Lu, I can find her with my eyes closed. ”

Zhang Heng sniffed and didn't immediately attach peace. After a pause, he asked, "Well, don't look for the places she often goes. Do you know her so well? Do you know where she would hide if she was scared? ”

“Huh?” Short-haired girl snorted, “That guy's got so much nerve, we can all have fun watching ghost movies together, who can scare her, you? ”

Short-haired girls were talking and measuring Zhang Heng up and down, but did not wait for the latter to say that they denied shaking their heads first, “No, I don't think people are very accurate, you are not a bad person. ”

“There are some bad things coming, so I was so anxious to find her, can you help me?” Zhang Hengyang raised his eyebrows.

“So mysterious, to save the world?” Short-haired girl opens her eyes, "looks fun, so add me, I know a place where she loves to sneak up when she's in a bad mood. ”

“Where? ”

“Oriental Museum," Short-haired Girls' Road, "where there are many Asian and Indian collections, Han Lu always said that there is a sense of kindness and the mood will calm down. ”

“It shouldn't be too late, let's go now.” Zhang Hengdao, he looked up at the sky, and the strange cloud had signs of appearing again. To date, he had experienced three rounds of dreams. According to time calculations, the cloud appeared earlier and faster and faster, which was not a good sign, reminding Zhang Henghe was running out of time.