I Have 48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng opened his eyes again and found that he had changed places again. This time it was not only time that changed. He was no longer in the original city. No, more precisely he was not even in his own country.

At the moment Zhang Heng was surrounded by blonde foreigners, and the name of the roadside shop was also marked in English.

Zhang Heng found a book kiosk on the side of the road and learned from the boss's mouth that he was now in a small town in Durham in northeast England.

When he heard this name, Zhang Heng immediately thought of something. Han Lu had studied in the UK for a while, and the place was the world-famous Durham University, the third oldest famous university in the UK, and was called de with Cambridge and Oxford. The world ranking has always been in the top 100. In addition to attracting applications from a large number of middle-class and wealthy children in the country, it is also favored by international students from all countries. The business school where Han Lu has passed has triple certification (eis, aba, and aacsb). One of the few business schools in the world.

Zhang Heng did not hesitate to take a taxi to Durham University immediately.

The driver was very enthusiastic, thinking that Zhang Heng was a tourist, and also introduced him to the sightseeing spots in the city, but after reaching the destination, Zhang Heng was very sorry to stun him because he couldn't pay, and stuffed him into the backup Box, then drive the taxi into an underground parking lot.

Parked the car, Zhang Heng walked into Durham University.

Like most prestigious schools, Durham is very large, with ancient brick walls and castles everywhere. There are school buildings from Durham's city center to the suburbs. University-level universities, student dormitories are not divided into majors, but are somewhat similar to the magic school Hogwarts in Harry Potter. The college arranges accommodation according to the personality, hobbies and habits of students, which also makes finding people become more difficult.

As a result, when Zhang Heng was thinking about where to go next, a short-haired girl came forward, who was not much older than him. She should be a student in this school. She was hurrying with her two books in her arms. Not long after passing Zhang Heng's side, he suddenly stopped.

Then she stepped back and asked the probe in Chinese, "Why, classmate, do you need help?"

As a result, after she said this, she found that the opposite boy didn't reply, and instead stared straight at her like this.

The short-haired girl touched her face, "Ha? Can't understand Chinese, is it a Korean or Japanese student?"

"Sorry, I actually want to find someone." Zhang Heng finally recovered from his short absence and said, but his eyes did not turn away. He had only seen each other so young in the photos before.

"It's over. I'm unlucky when you meet me. I've been reading here for a year and a half, but people I know can count with both hands. It's probably not helpful." The short-haired girl shrugged.

"No, you must know this person, because she is your roommate." Zhang Hengdao.

Is it a coincidence, no, it should be said that the woman who looks so heartless in front of her has a keen intuition that does not match her dumb appearance, so she can stop suddenly when passing by his side. In the footsteps, it was because he saw through the puppet in his heart that he helped him.

In this regard, Zhang Heng can only sigh that this may also be some kind of super power, to know that with the things he experienced, it is almost impossible for him to be seen through his mind now, presumably, there is only this in the world. Guy can do it.

"Wow, are you Han Lu's exotic boyfriend? Jiu Yang Jiu Yang," the short-haired girl opened her eyes, "I heard her talk about you, I saw your picture, and so on ... the man in the picture looks like It's not you, "she said, covering her mouth." It's over, am I talking too much, but Han Lu shouldn't be so attentive. She complains every day that she's busy with her homework. "

"You misunderstood, I'm just one of her friends." Zhang Hengdao, "Find something for her, is there anything urgent?" Zhang Heng pointed to the book in the arms of the short-haired girl.

"Uh ... it's not too urgent, I can't go again at night." The short-haired girl enthusiastically said, "I'll take you to Han Lu first."

"That would be troublesome."

"Hahahaha, don't be so polite, everyone is a descendant of Yanhuang." The short-haired girl said freely, "In return, you can tell me a few gossips related to her."

"Okay, I have a lot of stuff from her childhood. Do you want to listen?"

"Of course, of course." The short-haired girl nodded after hearing the words of joy.

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Someone was a guide. Zhang Heng finally no longer had to try his luck everywhere. The two walked and talked, and soon came to the tennis court. The short-haired girl came out of the dormitory. She said that Han Lu went out in the morning, and was not in the dormitory all morning. UU reading books www.uukanshu. com didn't say where to go, but she has the habit of playing tennis and often runs around at this time to play tennis.

However, that figure was not seen on the tennis court today.

The short-haired girl comforted Zhang Heng, "It's okay, let's go to the next place. I can't help you to find someone else, but Han Lu, I can find her with my eyes closed."

Zhang Heng heard the words but did not immediately agree. After a pause, he asked, "Well, don't look for the places she frequents. Do you know her so well, do you know where she would hide if she was frightened?"

"Hah?" The short-haired girl heard a word of surprise, "The guy is so brave, we can all be happy when we watch ghost movies together, who can scare her, are you?"

The short-haired girl looked at Zhang Heng up and down, but did not wait for the latter to say that she shook her head first. "No, I think people are accurate, you are not a bad person."

"There are indeed some bad things coming, so I was so anxious to find her. Can you help me?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.

"So mysterious, is it going to save the world?" The short-haired girl opened her eyes. "It looks fun, so add me, too. I know a place where she likes to sneak away when she's in a bad mood. Go there. "

"Where?"

"Oriental Museum," the girl with short hair said, "There are many Asian and Indian collections there, and Han Lu always said that staying in it has a kindness and will calm down."

"It shouldn't be too late, let's go now." Zhang Hengdao, he looked up at the sky, and the weird cloud had another omen. So far, he has experienced three rounds of dreams, calculated according to time That cloud appeared earlier and earlier, and the dream ended faster and faster. This is not a good sign to remind Zhang Heng that the time left is running out.