A month ago, Zhang Heng discovered that he had an extra 24 hours a day.
The first thing that changed was his watch. It was a Starfish automatic 3 mechanical watch made by Tissot in Switzerland. It was a gift from his parents in Iceland for his eighteenth birthday.
He placed an order on Taobao, and the seller shipped it. The address was wrong.
Zhang Heng was too lazy to complain. Before he graduated from primary school, these two immortals could not wait to pack up and fly to Europe to start a new life.
The two met at an academic exchange. They were both theologians. As the name suggested, they were experts in the study of religion and mythology. In the great motherland where materialism prevailed, it was not easy to get along.
However, unlike those swindlers, Zhang Heng's parents were real. One of them graduated from Oxford University, majoring in Norse and Greek mythology. The other was a master's student at Durham University, researching Christian mythology. He had published several papers and was said to be quite influential in the industry.
In the end, they could not get along after returning to China.
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Coincidentally, Zhang Heng's father's mentor took on a big project and was short of manpower. After a discussion, they threw Zhang Heng to his grandfather and began their research life.
After that, they would only return home once a year. So, Zhang Heng spent his childhood with his grandfather.
Perhaps because they felt guilty, the two immortals did not owe the old and the young in terms of expenses.
Not including tuition and accommodation, Zhang Heng's living expenses for a year at university were 30,000 yuan. It was not as much as those rich kids who drove sports cars, but it was considered quite good among ordinary students.
Back to the topic.
The watch was quite strange. When Zhang Heng woke up, he subconsciously wanted to look at the time, only to find that the scale had changed from 12 to 24.
Zhang Heng was stunned. He then calmly put the watch back, covered himself with the quilt, and went back to sleep.
An hour and a half later, the guy on the other side of the bed sent him a text message, regrettably informing him that his attendance for advanced mathematics had been called.
Not a dream?
Zhang Heng spent ten minutes washing up, sat in front of the desk under the bed, and turned on the computer.
He first logged into Taobao and searched for a double scale watch, prank, and the search result showed — sorry, no related treasure found.
So, Zhang Heng deleted the "prank" at the end.
There was still no match.
Wasn't this a prank?
Zhang Heng rubbed his chin. If he did not consider the inexplicable extra twelve ticks, the time on the watch matched the computer's. After careful observation, Zhang Heng finally confirmed that this twenty-four ticks watch was the same thing as the starfish he had been carrying all this time.
This included the scratches on the bottom cover and the wrinkles on the strap. Other than him, the original owner, no one else would know about these details.
Of course, there were some hardcore players who could replicate the exact details of the real thing. But who would be so bored as to go to such lengths just for a prank? Wouldn't it be better to go to the Forbidden City to repair cultural relics with such skills and spirit?
In summary, Zhang Heng knew that he was in trouble.
If an ordinary person encountered such a supernatural phenomenon, they would have peed their pants. However, Zhang Heng was not an ordinary person. He had to thank his immortal parents for this.
Parents usually coaxed their children to sleep with fairy tales about bunnies and squirrels. These two, on the other hand, didn't waste their professional knowledge. When Zhang Heng was a child, he listened to Norse mythology and stories from the Bible to sleep.
Although he eventually lived up to his nine years of compulsory education and became a glorious materialist, his childhood foundation was still there.
Zhang Heng's ability to accept this kind of thing was much stronger than ordinary people.
Using the concept of the popular board game "Call of Cthulhu" to explain it, his character's sanity value decreased very slowly.
Compared to fear, he had a strong interest in what was happening to him.
A normal watch had twelve scales, and two revolutions of the hour hand on it meant that a day had passed. However, his limited edition Galaxy Watch only had twenty-four scales, and he only needed one revolution to complete a day.
It seemed that it wasn't a big deal. After getting used to it, he even felt a little excited.
But Zhang Heng believed that no matter who did all this, they would never be satisfied with something as simple as giving him a new watch face.
Intuition told Zhang Heng that something really interesting would probably happen when the hour hand finished one tick.
There were about 15 hours left before the end of the day. Of course, Zhang Heng did not intend to idle around during this time.
There was no need for him to attend the morning's advanced mathematics class. Anyway, he had already been called. According to the professor's rules, his final exam score would automatically be deducted by five points.
There was no way to save him now.
Zhang Heng simply went to the field to make up for the morning run he had missed.
His classmates all thought that Zhang Heng was a godly person. After going to college, no one liked to wake up early. Only this guy insisted on running in the morning, but he didn't sign up for the sports meet. He rarely participated in other group activities, and he especially disliked gatherings. But if you got to know him, you would find that he wasn't as cold as he seemed. On the contrary, he was quite interesting.
There had always been rumors among the girls that Zhang Heng was multi-talented. Some people returned to school early during the holidays and said that they saw him alone in the piano room playing "Paganini's Practice Clock." This was a solo piano piece adapted by Liszt from the theme of the Italian violinist Paganini's "Violin Concerto No. 2 in B Minor." It was known for its difficulty. Written in a rondo style, each time the theme appeared, it would change to a new performance method. It was a great test of the pianist's performance skills.
Some people even said that they had seen him training at the shooting range when they were outside school. According to Zhang Heng's roommate, this guy seemed to be a member of a rock climbing club.
These were all facts, but also not the truth.
Zhang Heng was actually not as amazing as everyone said. He was forced to run in the morning by his grandfather, and once he got used to it, he never gave it up. His speed and endurance were just a little better than the average person, completely incomparable to those specially recruited sports students.
Shooting was something he had only recently started to try out on a whim. He had only taken three lessons, barely considered a beginner. Rock climbing was the kind of thing that would fade after registration, and they would part ways peacefully.
The only piano he had been playing since he was a child, but his level was only around eight or nine amateur level. The song "Paganini's Practice Clock" was saved on his mobile phone and played by himself in the piano room. He didn't expect it to cause such trouble.
Therefore, Zhang Heng, who was not an ordinary person, was actually not that extraordinary.
He was very interested in many things around him, but time was fair to everyone.
Whether you were willing to cherish it or not, whether you planned to make effective use of every minute, or just wanted to lie in bed and do things, everyone only had 24 hours a day to allocate.
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