Chapter 642 A Day in the Life of a High School Student

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

Zhang Heng, who was sleeping, received a system reminder and learned that his mission time had been extended from 20 days to 140 days. For a copy with this modern background, the advantages of extending the game time undoubtedly outweighed the disadvantages, which meant that he had more opportunities. Spend more time exploring the dungeon and practicing your skills without adding additional risks.

But... is this copy really as peaceful as it looks on the surface?

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

Counting the time in the dungeon, he has been away from high school life for quite some time. A life like opening his eyes on time every morning, racing against time to eat and then go to school 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 for it 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 put on his schoolbag, said hello to his grandfather and went out.

Although he already knew who the dark figure under the bridge pier was last night, he did not immediately go to find the other party. Firstly, because the other party could not run away for a while, and secondly, although everything in this copy looked normal so far. , but Zhang Heng did not give up his vigilance.

At least on the surface, he hasn't done anything beyond his status as a student yet.

Zhang Heng waited for the bus at the station. There were already many students and office workers in the same bus. One of them, a girl with pigtails, was still taking advantage of this time to carry the text on her back, until the bus was almost full of people. The driver was still shouting, "Stand back, stand back!"

Zhang Heng had no choice but to move half a step towards the girl with pigtails, and the two of them were almost touching each other.

The girl with pigtails raised her head and glanced at Zhang Heng. Zhang Heng gave her an apologetic smile, so the girl with pigtails quickly lowered her head, almost burying her face in the textbook.

Because he had been taking this route at this time, this was not the first time that Zhang Heng met a girl with pigtails. Judging from the textbook she was holding, she should be one year older than Zhang Heng. However, in reality, Zhang Heng was not. I talked to a girl with pigtails, and until she graduated from the college entrance examination, Zhang Heng didn't know her name.

However, this time Zhang Heng did not do the copy to relive his high school memories. Seeing the other person lowering his head and continuing to "endorse", Zhang Heng had no idea of ​​saying anything more, and the two of them just stood at the school station.

Zhang Heng was dragged off the bus by the crowd. He tidied up his slightly messy clothes and looked up at the familiar yet unfamiliar school gate in the distance. The time was now 7:15, and there were only a few minutes remaining before the start of morning reading. Five minutes.

So Zhang Heng also quickened his pace like other students around him. He touched 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 copies. I have worked in all kinds of weird and weird jobs, but the busiest one is still a high school student.

This kind of life is like when you open your eyes every day, the whole day is fully arranged.

However, the amazing thing is that even so, everyone still has a way to carve out a lot of time for love and play from the almost breathless schedule, just like everyone has 48 hours.

Zhang Heng was a little dizzy after a day of class, not to mention that he was called to the office by many teachers during class because he failed to hand in his homework. Fortunately, he had not caused much trouble before. In the eyes of the teachers, The impression was pretty good. Zhang Heng used the excuse of not feeling well to excuse him, but this was just 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 informed Zhang Heng to go to the office before.

"Fortunately, I said I had a fever last night."

"Were you sick last night?" Bai Qing was a little surprised.

"No."

"…………"

"Then it's better for you to do your homework well. That means 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 had not forgotten her responsibilities as a study committee member, and gave her earnest advice. road.

And Bai Qing didn't know why. Today's deskmate gave her a different feeling. Unlike before, Zhang Heng could clearly feel absent-minded in class today. He didn't pay much attention to either mathematics or English. The pages of the book open on the bed are not turned very often.

Although Zhang Heng would occasionally lose his mind before and wonder what he was thinking about, he was not in such a state that he was thinking about other things all day long. Moreover, Bai Qing also noticed that Zhang Heng used a pen to write down something in the textbook from time to time. Something, and then quickly crossed it out.

Zhang Heng hummed when she heard Bai Qing's words. The latter thought Zhang Heng had listened. She always felt that Zhang Heng was different from the other boys in the class who were noisy. He had a calmness that belied his age and knew what he should do. What to do, after the result, Zhang Heng asked, "Can you lend me your homework to copy?"

"..." Bai Qing was speechless upon hearing this, "Teacher is not a fool, you can tell it when you copy your homework."

"That makes sense. Then I'll borrow another book and copy it."

It was troublesome enough to come to school every day before he understood the situation. Zhang Heng didn't want to have to do homework after school as before. Although he had more time than other players, he didn't like to abuse himself.

"Copying... is not an option." Bai Qing frowned and said, "You still have to reveal your secret when it comes to the exam. You can't lie to yourself when studying this kind of thing." Although she said this, she still said He handed over his exercise book and completed papers.

This girl's hands are very fast and she can sit still very well. Apart from going to the toilet and fetching water, Zhang Heng has never seen Bai Qing get up and move around much during the break. Usually, after a day of class, she has done almost the same homework. .

"Thank you." Zhang Heng took the exercise book and said, "I'll treat you to milk tea later."

"Coco?"

"what ever."

"I want a double copy of pearls, and what should I do with my English and biology homework? I haven't written them yet," Bai Qing said.

"I can do English by myself. As for biology, can you come early for self-study tomorrow morning?"

"Okay." Bai Qing nodded. Seeing Zhang Heng packing his backpack, she hesitated and said, "Hey!"

"Why, is there anything else?"

"I can help you for a week at most. After that, you still have to do your homework by yourself."

Looking at the serious-looking study committee member, Zhang Heng did not defend himself, but just hummed, "I will see if I can find any other methods at that time."