The hour hand on the starfish points to zero together with the minute hand.
Zhang Heng, who was sleeping, received a reminder from the system that his task time had been extended from 20 days to 140 days. For a copy with this modern background, the pros of the extended game time undoubtedly outweighed the cons, which meant he had more More time to explore the dungeon and exercise skills without adding additional risks.
It's just... is the dungeon this time really as peaceful as it looks
In the morning, Zhang Heng was woken up by the alarm.
Counting the time in the dungeon, he has been out of high school for quite a while. The life of opening his eyes on time every morning and racing against time to go to school after eating is a bit far away for him.
Returning to high school suddenly made him a little uncomfortable, not to mention that he didn't do any of yesterday's homework.
After returning from the river beach, he wanted to make up a little bit, but after looking through it, he found that he couldn't remember many things clearly, so he simply gave up completely.
After breakfast, Zhang Heng took his schoolbag, said hello to his grandfather, and went out.
Although he already knew who the black shadow under the pier was last night, he didn't go to find him right away, firstly because the other party couldn't run away for a while, and secondly because although everything in this dungeon looks normal so far , but Zhang Heng did not give up his vigilance.
At least on the bright side, he hasn't done anything beyond his student status yet.
Zhang Heng waited for the bus at the station. There were already many students and office workers in the same bus. One of the girls with braids was still taking advantage of the time to memorize the text until the bus was almost full. The driver master is still shouting "Stand back, stand back!"
Zhang Heng had no choice but to move half a step towards the braided girl, and the two of them were almost touching each other.
The girl with braids raised her head and glanced at Zhang Heng. Zhang Heng gave her a somewhat apologetic smile, so the girl with braids quickly lowered her head again, almost burying her face in the textbook.
Because Zhang Heng has been taking this route at this time, it is not the first time Zhang Heng has met a girl with braids. Judging from the textbooks held by the other party, she should be a year older than Zhang Heng, but in reality Zhang Heng did not I talked to the girl with braids, and Zhang Heng didn't know her name until she graduated from the college entrance examination.
However, this time Zhang Heng did not copy for the purpose of reliving his high school memories. Seeing the other party bowed his head and continued to "endorse", Zhang Heng had no intention of saying anything, and the two just stood at the school stop.
Zhang Heng got off the bus under the crowd, sorted out his messy clothes a little bit, looked up at the familiar yet unfamiliar school gate in the distance, the time is now 7:15, and there is only one hour left before the start of morning reading. Five minutes.
So Zhang Heng also quickened his pace like the other students around him. He found the class he was in based on his memory. Not long after he put down his schoolbag, the bell for morning self-study rang. It must be admitted that Zhang Heng has experienced so many dungeons. I have done all kinds of weird jobs, but the busiest ones are none other than high school students.
This kind of life is like every day when you open your eyes, the whole day is fully arranged.
Yet amazingly, even so, there is a way that everyone can squeeze out a lot of time from the almost breathless schedule to love and play, just like everyone has 4 o'clock.
Zhang Heng was also a little dizzy after a day's class, not to mention that he was called to the office by many teachers during recess because he didn't hand in his homework. Fortunately, he hadn't caused much trouble before. The first impression was not bad, Zhang Heng used the excuse that he was not feeling well, but this trick was only a temporary measure, and it would definitely not work if it continued like this.
Fortunately, Zhang Heng also has a deskmate—Bai Qing, who is also the study committee member of the class.
"Are you okay, did Teacher Song scold you?" Bai Qing looked at Zhang Heng who came back from the office and asked with concern. She was the one who notified Zhang Heng to go to the office before.
"Fortunately, I said I had a little fever last night."
"You were sick last night?" Bai Qing was a little surprised.
"No."
"..."
"Then it's better for you to do your homework well, that is, your grades are good, and the teachers won't hold you accountable, but you won't be so lucky next time." Bai Qing reminded, she hadn't forgotten her duty as a study committee member, and persuaded him earnestly road.
And Bai Qing didn't know why, but today's tablemate felt a little different to her. Unlike before, Zhang Heng could obviously feel absent-minded in class today, whether it was mathematics or English, he didn't pay much attention to it. The book spread out on the top does not turn the pages very much.
Although Zhang Heng occasionally lost his mind and didn't know what he was thinking before, he was not in the state of thinking about other things all day long, and Bai Qing also noticed that Zhang Heng wrote down points in the textbook from time to time. Something, and then quickly crossed out.
Zhang Heng hummed when he heard Bai Qing's words. The latter thought that Zhang Heng had listened to it. She always felt that Zhang Heng was different from other bluffing boys in the class. What to do, after the result, Zhang Heng asked, "Then can I copy your homework?"
"..." Bai Qing was speechless when he heard the words, "The teacher is not a fool, you can tell by copying your homework."
"It makes sense, then I'll borrow one more copy and copy it mixedly."
It is enough trouble to come to school every day before you understand the situation. Zhang Heng doesn't want to do homework like before after school. Although he has a lot of time compared to other players, he doesn't like self-torture.
"Mixed copying...isn't a way." Bai Qing frowned, "You still have to reveal your secrets when it comes to exams. You can't lie to yourself when you study this kind of thing." Even though she said so, she still kept herself The exercise book and the completed papers were handed over.
This girl's hands are fast, and she can sit still very well. Apart from going to the toilet and fetching water, Zhang Heng rarely sees Bai Qing get up and move around between classes. Often after a day's class is over, her homework is almost done. up.
"Thank you." Zhang Heng took the exercise book and said, "I'll treat you to milk tea later."
"Coco?"
"what ever."
"I want double copies of pearls, and what about English and biology homework, I haven't written yet." Bai Qing said.
"I can do English by myself. For biology, can you come early for self-study tomorrow?"
"Yes." Bai Qing nodded, seeing Zhang Heng packed up his backpack, she hesitated and said, "Hey!"
"Why, is there anything else?"
"I can help you for a week at most, and I still have to do my homework after that."
Looking at the serious study committee member, Zhang Heng didn't make any excuses, but just hummed, "I'll see if I can find any other methods then."