Zhang Heng ran seven laps around the field, covering two thousand eight hundred meters.
After he was done, he went to the public bathroom to take a shower and changed into a clean white T-shirt and jeans. He slowly ate his breakfast in the cafeteria and then went to the library with the book he just finished reading.
Like his morning jog, reading was one of Zhang Heng's habits. He maintained a pace of one book a week.
However, unlike the morning jog that his grandfather forced him to do, reading brought him a lot of joy. It was a pastime that he had always enjoyed.
In fact, if not for the limited time, he would have liked to read a few more books every week.
After returning the book at the service desk, Zhang Heng took out his phone from his pocket.
He opened a small program called Random Number Generator and set the number to eight. Then … he excitedly rolled for the first time.
He had to admit that it was not without reason that people always thought of him as a god.
In any case, normal people would never be able to do something like rolling for books when they borrowed books from the library.
However, Zhang Heng had an advantage, or rather, a quirk, when it came to reading. Perhaps because he had read so many books since he was young, he was not afraid of cold or cold, and his poison resistance was maxed out. From world famous novels to Long Aotian novels, he could read them all with relish. Moreover, his condition continued to worsen. Today, he could even read Compendium of Materia Medica and Scientific Pig Rearing Manual. He was basically incurable.
In order to avoid the trouble of choosing books and enjoy the simple joy of stumbling upon a good book, he created a set of calligraphy selections based on normal distribution.
Unfortunately, when he applied for the campus scientific research award, he unfortunately failed and had no funds for follow-up promotion.
Therefore, the capital market always lacked foresight.
…
Zhang Heng came to the corresponding bookshelf according to the last two digits of the number he rolled.
His luck this time was not bad. Although it was not a good literary book, it was quite interesting. At least, it was much better than the book he got last month, "Pricing by the Bill of Quantities for Water, Drainage, Heating, and Gas Engineering".
He stretched out his finger and pulled out his target from the bookshelf.
— — Adam Smith, The Wealth of Nations
It looked like he could have a good morning.
Zhang Heng found a seat by the window and sat down, then began his leisurely reading time.
Some people might not be able to help but complain. How could this work? Didn't he care about that watch of his?
Zhang Heng expressed that he really couldn't do anything about this matter.
It wasn't wrong to actively deal with the situation after it happened, but it had to be within the scope of one's ability to deal with it. When it came to supernatural phenomena like this, when there were too few clues, perhaps the best choice was to do nothing. In classic horror movies, the mentors who were patted on the back in a dark old house and turned around enthusiastically for you all received a bento without exception.
On the other hand, if you pretended that it didn't exist and calmly walked all the way to the end, it might just be a trip to the Haunted House.
Therefore, most of the time, being calm was the most important thing.
From his appearance, no one would be able to tell that he was in the middle of a supernatural event. He skipped class to make up for his morning jog, spent the morning reading The Wealth of Nations in the library, and in the afternoon, attended the public elective course, Critical Thinking. In the evening, he fulfilled his promise and invited his roommate to the food alley of Min University across the street to grab some skewers. After that, he even had the mood to watch a few episodes of American dramas.
Then, at half past eleven, the dormitory's electricity was cut off on time.
Although Zhang Heng's laptop had its own battery and could still last for three or four hours, he didn't want to disturb his roommate's rest and decisively turned off the power.
In half an hour, the day would be over. Other people's watches had already turned twice, but the familiar yet strange starfish in his hand had just completed a full circle.
Would something happen? Zhang Heng didn't know. All he could do now was wait.
Zhang Heng put on his headphones, turned on his MP3 player, lay in bed, and quietly spent the remaining half an hour of the day.
00:00
The three hands coincided on time at the top of the dial, pausing for about a blink of an eye. After that, the second hand continued to move.
During this period, Zhang Heng didn't notice anything unusual.
Was his guess wrong? He took off his headphones.
However, he immediately felt that something was wrong.
It was too quiet around him.
Summer nights were always particularly lively. The small fan on the door creaked and shook its head, the annoying buzzing of mosquitoes in his ears, the faucet in the bathroom next door that wasn't tightened, the sound of water dripping into the sink, the sound of stray cats passing through the flowerbed downstairs, and of course, the snoring of the bed diagonally opposite …
All of that had disappeared tonight.
The whole world seemed to have suddenly lost all sound, becoming unprecedentedly silent.
If it weren't for the faint singing in the headphones on his chest, Zhang Heng would even wonder if he had lost his sense of hearing.
With the faint light of the MP3 screen, he looked at the time on his watch again.
It was 00: 01.
Usually, at this time, the dormitory opposite him would still be online playing LOL, and he could hear them cheering after completing a wonderful kill or an extreme escape.
Other than that, Zhang Heng also found another unusual thing. There was a date display on the right side of the starfish's dial. It stood to reason that the date on the dial would change after midnight, but this time, it still stayed at yesterday's date.
Zhang Heng's heart skipped a beat, and he seemed to have thought of something.
Tonight, he didn't take off his clothes when he went to bed, jumping directly from it.
He turned on the computer, and the boot process was smooth. It took less than seven seconds, and the QQ login interface popped up. Zhang Heng's attention, however, was not on it. His eyes moved down to the toolbar, and the date and time on it were a little dazzling.
00:00
2017/9/20
Was it really the last moment of 'yesterday'?
Zhang Heng waited for a while, not looking at the time on the starfish. Instead, he pinched his pulse and counted two hundred times. According to his pulse rate of 72 beats per minute, at least two minutes had passed, but the time on the desktop was still 00: 00.
Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows, but he was not in a hurry to make any conclusions.
He walked to the bed opposite him and nudged Chen Huadong, who was still sleeping soundly. The latter was the lightest sleeper in the entire dormitory. Usually, anyone who got out of bed to drink at night would wake him up. This time, however, no matter how Zhang Heng nudged him, he didn't respond.
"Sorry, bro. Although I don't have a girlfriend, I'm not the kind of person you think I am."
Zhang Heng put his finger under the other person's nostril, and at the same time, he took the time to be mischievous in this strange atmosphere.
It could only be said that this guy's psychological quality was too good.
After five minutes, Zhang Heng couldn't feel the slightest breath.
If this was also part of the prank, then Chen Huadong's ability to hold his breath was so strong that he could enter the Guinness Book of World Records.
Since he had done it once, it didn't matter if he did it a second or third time.
Zhang Heng then did the same thing and tried it under the noses of his other two roommates.
The result was the same as Chen Huadong's.
Zhang Heng could basically conclude that he had indeed encountered a supernatural phenomenon that science could not explain.
He was now in a time that shouldn't exist.
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