48 Hours a Day

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

Zhang Heng in his sleep received a system reminder that he learned that his mission time was extended from 20 days to 140 days. For this copy of a modern background, the prolonged game time is undoubtedly more beneficial than harm, meaning that he has more More time to explore the copy and exercise skills without adding additional risks.

It’s just … Is the copy of this time really as calm as it looks?

Early in the morning, Zhang Heng was awakened by an alarm.

Counting the time in the copy, he has been away from high school life for quite some time. Like this, he opened his eyes every morning on time and went to school after a minute of meal.

Suddenly returning to high school made him a little bit uncomfortable, not to mention that he didn’t do the homework yesterday.

After returning from the river beach, he thought about making up a little bit, but turned over and found that many things were not clear, so he gave up completely.

After breakfast, Zhang Heng brought a schoolbag, greeted his grandfather and went out.

Although he already knew who the black shadow was under the bridge pier last night, not at all immediately went to the other party. One was because the other party could not run for a while and a half. 2 was because although this copy looks so good so far Normal, but Zhang Heng not at all gave up vigilance.

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

Zhang Heng was waiting for the bus at the station. There were already many students and office workers in the same bus. One of the female children with pigtails was still taking advantage of this time to carry the text, until the bus was almost unable to squeeze people. The driver Master is still shouting “Go back and stand, go back and stand!”

Zhang Heng had no choice but to take another half step to the braided girl, and the two were almost sticking together.

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

Because he has been taking this route at this time, it is not the first time that Zhang Heng has met a girl with braids. From the textbook held by the other party, she should be one year older than Zhang Heng. However, in reality, Zhang Heng not at all had spoken with the braided girl until Zhang Heng didn’t know her name until the other party graduated from the college entrance examination.

However, this time the copy of Zhang Heng was not for revisiting the memories of high school. I saw the other party bowed his head and continued to “endorse”. Zhang Heng didn’t say any more and so on thoughts, so the 2 people stood at the school stop.

Zhang Heng walked off the bus, wrapped in a stream of people, sorted out a little messy clothes, and looked up at the familiar and strange school gate in the distance. The time is now 7:15, which is only left from the beginning of early reading 5 minutes.

So Zhang Heng accelerated his pace like other students around him. He felt his class based on his memory. It did n’t take long for him to put down his schoolbag. The ringtone for early self-study rang. It must be admitted that Zhang Heng experienced so many copies. I have done all kinds of weird professions, but to say the busiest, it is none other than high school students.

This kind of life is like every day your eyes are opened, and the day is full of arrangements.

But the magic is that even so, there is still a way for everyone to forcibly spend a lot of time in love and play from the almost impossible to breathe schedule, just like everyone has 48 hours.

Zhang Heng was also dizzy after a day of class, not to mention that he was called to the office by many teachers during the class because he didn’t hand in his homework. Fortunately, he didn’t cause any trouble before. In the teacher’s eyes The impression here is pretty good. Zhang Heng used the excuses of being uncomfortable as a pretext to confuse the past, but this trick is also a temporary measure, and it will definitely not work all the time.

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

“Are you all right, Song Teacher scolded you?” Bai Qing looked at Zhang Heng who came back from the office and started to worry. She was the person who informed Zhang Heng to go to the office.

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

“You were sick last night?” Bai Qing was surprised.

“No.”

“………”

“Then you should do your homework better, that is, you have a good grade. Teachers don’t pursue it, but they won’t be so lucky next time.” Bai Qing reminded that she hadn’t forgotten her duties as a learning committee member, and perseveredly persuaded her. Road.

And Bai Qing did n’t know why. Today ’s table at the same time gave her a different feeling. Unlike before, Zhang Heng clearly felt absent-minded in class today. Whether it ’s math or English, he did n’t listen to it very much. The book that was spread out didn’t turn pages very much.

Although Zhang Heng had occasionally been distracted before and did n’t know what he was thinking about, he had n’t been in a state where he was thinking about other things all day long, and Bai Qing also noticed that Zhang Heng used a pen to write points in textbooks from time to time Something, then quickly crossed out.

Zhang Heng heard Bai Qing’s words un’ed. The latter thought Zhang Heng heard it. She always felt that Zhang Heng was different from other boys in the class. The whole person had a kind of calmness that was not consistent with age. What should I do? After that, I heard Zhang Heng ask, “Can you lend me your homework?”

“…………” Bai Qing hearing this is a little speechless, “Teacher is not a fool, you can see it by copying homework.”

“It makes sense, then I will borrow one more copy and mix it up.”

It’s already troublesome to come to school every day before I can’t figure out the situation. Zhang Heng doesn’t want to do his homework as before after school. Although he has a lot of time compared to other players, he doesn’t like self-abuse.

“Mixing copy … is not a way.” Bai Qing frowns saying, “It is not necessary to expose the stuff at the time of the exam. It is impossible to deceive yourself by learning this kind of thing.” Pass your own exercise book and finished paper.

The girl’s hands are fast and she can sit well. During the class, except for going to the toilet and fetching water, Zhang Heng rarely sees Bai Qing to get up and do activities. Often after a day of class, her homework is almost the same. Too.

“Thanks.” Zhang Heng took the workbook and said, “Go back and ask you to drink milk tea.”

“Coco?”

“whatever.”

“I want two copies of pearls, and what about English and biological assignments? I haven’t written it yet.” Bai Qingdao said.

“I can do it by myself in English. If you are a creature, can you study early tomorrow?”

“Yes.” Bai Qing was nodded, seeing Zhang Heng pack up her backpack, she hesitated and said again, “Eh!”

“Why, is there anything else?”

“I will help you for a week at most, and I still have to do my homework afterwards.”

Looking at the serious study committee member, Zhang Heng didn’t make any excuses, but just hummed, “I will see if I can find any other way.”