v3 Chapter 4： 1 day for high school students (1/2)

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

Zhang Heng in his sleep received a system reminder and learned that his mission time was extended from 20 days to 140 days. For this copy of the modern background, the extension of the game time is undoubtedly more beneficial than disadvantages, which means he has more Spend more time exploring copies and building skills without adding extra risk.

It's just ... is this copy really as calm as it looks?

In the morning, Zhang Heng was awakened by an alarm.

Counting the time in the copy, he has been away from high school for quite some time. Like this, he opened his eyes on time every morning and raced against the clock after a meal.

The sudden return to high school also made him a little uncomfortable, not to mention that he didn't do any of his homework yesterday.

After returning from the river beach, he thought about making up a little, but turned over, and found that many things are too difficult to remember, so he simply gave up completely.

After having breakfast, Zhang Heng brought his schoolbag, said hello to his grandfather, and went out.

Although he already knew who the shadow was under the bridge pier last night, he didn't go to the other party immediately, because the other party couldn't run for a while, and because the copy so far seemed normal. , But Zhang Heng did not give up vigilance.

At least on the bright side, he hasn't done anything beyond his student status for the time being.

Zhang Heng waited for the bus at the station. There were already many students and office workers in the same car. One of the braided girls was still taking advantage of the time to carry the text, until the bus was almost crowded. The driver master is still shouting, ”Stand back, stand back!”

As a last resort, Zhang Heng could only move half a step towards the braided girl, and the two were almost together.

The braided girl raised her head and looked at Zhang Heng, Zhang Hengchong showed a somewhat apologetic smile, so the braided girl quickly lowered her head again, and almost stuck her face into the textbook.

Because I have been on this route at this time, Zhang Heng is not the first time to meet a braid girl. From the textbooks held by the other side, she should be one session older than Zhang Heng, but in reality Zhang Heng does not After talking to the braid girl, Zhang Heng did not know her name until she graduated from the college entrance examination.

However, this copy of Zhang Heng was not intended to relive the memories of high school. Seeing that the other party lowered their heads to continue ”endorsement”, Zhang Heng didn't say anything, and the two stood at the station of the school.

Zhang Heng was wrapped in a stream of people and got off the bus. He sorted out his clothes a little messy, and looked up at the familiar and unfamiliar school gate in the distance. The time is now 7:15, and only the early reading is left. Five minutes.

So Zhang Heng also accelerated his pace like other students around him. He touched his class according to his memory. It was not long before the schoolbag was put down, and the bell for early self-study rang. It must be acknowledged that Zhang Heng has experienced so many copies. He has done all kinds of strange jobs, but to say that the busiest ones are high school students.

This kind of life is like every day when you open your eyes, a day is full.

But the magic is, even so, there is still a way for everyone to deduct a lot of time from the schedule that can hardly breathe, to fall in love and play, just like everyone has 48 hours.

Zhang Heng was also dizzy after a day of class, not to mention he was called to the office by many teachers during the class because he didn't hand in his homework. Fortunately, he hadn't messed up before, and in the teacher's eyes The impression here is not bad. Zhang Heng used the physical excuse as an excuse to pretend to the past, but this trick is also a temporary means, it must not go on like this.

Fortunately, Zhang Heng also has the same table-Bai Qing, who is also a learning member in the class.

”Are you okay, did Mr. Song scold you?” Bai Qing looked at Zhang Heng who came back from the office and said with concern, the person who had previously told Zhang Heng to go to the office was her.