48 Hours a Day

The clock on starfish points to zero with the minute hand.

Zhang Heng in his sleep received a systematic reminder that his mission time was extended from 20 days to 140 days. For a copy of this near-modern background, it is undoubtedly more advantageous than disadvantageous to have the game time extended, meaning that he has more time to explore the copy and exercise his skills without adding additional risks.

Just... Is this copy really as calm as it looks?

In the early morning, Zhang Heng was woken by an alarm.

Counting the time in the copy, he has been out of high school for quite some time, like this every morning on time, fighting for seconds to eat and then going to school is a bit distant to him.

Suddenly returning to high school made him a little uncomfortable, not to mention he didn't do his homework yesterday.

When he came back from the beach, he wanted to make up for it a little bit, but he flipped over and found that he couldn't remember much, so he gave up completely.

After breakfast, Zhang Heng took his schoolbag and went out to say hello to Grandpa.

Although he already knew who the shadow was at the pier last night, he did not immediately go to the other party, first because the other party could not escape for a moment and a half, and second because, although everything seems normal in this copy so far, Zhang Heng did not give up his vigilance.

At least on the bright side, he hasn't acted beyond his student identity for the time being.

Zhang Heng waited for the bus at the station. There were already many students and working people in the same bus. One of the girls in braids was still racing for seconds to carry the texts, until the bus was running out of people. The driver was still shouting, "Stand back, stand back! ”

Zhang Hengkou had to move half a step toward the braided child, and the two were about to stick together.

The braided child raised her head and looked up at Zhang Hengzhuang. Zhang Hengzhuang gave her a somewhat apologetic smile, so the braided child quickly lowered her head and stuck her face almost in the textbook.

Because she has been sitting on this route at this time, Zhang Heng is not the first time that she has encountered a braided child. From the textbook held by the other party, she should be a year older than Zhang Heng. However, in reality, Zhang Heng did not talk to the braided child until the other party graduated from the college exam, and Zhang Heng did not know her name.

However, this copy of Zhang Heng was not intended to rejuvenate the memory of the high school. He saw the other party continue to “endorse” his head. Zhang Heng also did not have any further thoughts. The two stood at the school station.

Zhang Heng walked off the bus, slightly sorted out the slightly messy clothes, looked up at the familiar and unfamiliar school door at a distance. The time now is 7: 15, and there are only five minutes left before the early reading begins.

So Zhang Heng, like the other students around him, accelerated his footsteps. He felt his class according to his memory. Shortly after he dropped his schoolbag, the bell of early self-study rang. It must be admitted that Zhang Heng went through so many copies and made all kinds of strange occupations, but to say that the busiest was not a high school student.

It's like every day when you open your eyes, the day is filled with arrangements.

And yet, amazingly, even so, there are ways to deduct a lot of time from an almost wheezy schedule to fall in love and play, just like everyone has 48 hours.

Zhang Heng also had some dizziness after a day of school, not to mention that he had been called to the office by many teachers because he had not handed over his homework. Good thing he had not caused much trouble before. In the eyes of the teacher, Zhang Heng had made a good impression. Zhang Heng used his body not feeling well as an excuse to plug the past, but this was a temporary means, and it was definitely not possible to continue like this.

Fortunately, Zhang Heng also has a table - Baqing, who is also a class member.

“Are you all right, Mr. Song?” Bai Qing looked at Zhang Heng returning from the office and expressed concern that she was the one who had previously informed Zhang Heng to go to the office.

“Fine, I said I had a fever last night. ”

“Were you sick last night?” Bai Qing had an accident.

“No.”

“ ………… ”

“It would be better if you did your homework well, that is, you did well and the teachers didn't pursue it, but you won't be so lucky next time.” Pa Qing warned that she had not forgotten her duties as a study commissioner and persuaded her to do so in a bitter way.

Besides, Bai Qing doesn't know why, the same table today gave her a slightly different feeling, unlike before, Zhang Heng's class today can obviously feel distracted. Whether it's math or English, he doesn't really listen to it, and the books spread out on the table don't turn pages very well.

Although Zhang Heng occasionally fainted before, I don't know what he was thinking, but he hasn't been thinking about the status of other things all day, and Bai Qing also noticed that Zhang Heng used a water pen to write something on the textbook from time to time, and then quickly cut it off.

Zhang Heng heard Paqing's words. The latter thought Zhang Heng had listened in. She always thought Zhang Heng was different from the other boys in the class. The whole person had a kind of unequal stability to his age and knew what to do. After that, she heard Zhang Heng ask, "Can I copy your homework? ”

“...” Bai Qing heard a little speechless, “The teacher is not stupid, you can tell by copying the homework. ”

“That makes sense, then I'll borrow another copy, mixed copies. ”

It's troublesome enough to come to school every day without knowing the situation. Zhang Heng doesn't want to do his homework like before after school. Although he has a lot of time compared to other players, he doesn't like to masturbate.

“Mixed copying… is not a solution.” Bai Qing frowned, "By the time the exam is done, you can't lie to yourself about learning this kind of thing.” Having said that, she handed over her study book and the finished volume.

The girl's hands were quick and she was able to sit down very well. In the classroom, aside from going to the toilet and playing with water, Zhang Heng did not see much of Bai Qing's activities. Often after a day of classes, she did the same homework.

“Thanks.” Zhang Heng took over the workbook and said, "I'll buy you some milk tea later. ”

“Coco? ”

“Whatever. ”

“I want double pearls and English and biology. I haven't written it yet.” Bai Qingdao.

“I can do my own English. If you're a creature, you can study early tomorrow. Can you come early? ”

“Yes.” Bai Qing nodded and saw Zhang Heng pack up her backpack. She hesitated and said, “Hey! ”

“What, is there anything else? ”

“I'll help you for a week at most, then I'll have to do my homework myself. ”

Looking at the serious study commissioner, Zhang Heng didn't argue either. He just mumbled, "I'll see if I can find another way. ”