When Zhang Heng opened his eyes again, he found himself in another place. This time, it wasn't just the time that had changed. He was no longer in the original city. No, to be more precise, he was not even in his own country.
At this moment, Zhang Heng was surrounded by foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes. The shop names on the roadside were also marked in English.
He found a book kiosk by the roadside and learned from the owner that he was now in Durham, a small town in the northeast of England.
The name reminded Zhang Heng of something. Han Lu had studied in the United Kingdom for a period of time at the world-famous Durham University, the third-oldest university in the UK. Along with Cambridge and Oxford, it was known as Doxbridge. It had always been ranked among the top 100 universities in the world. Other than attracting a large number of applications from middle-class and wealthy families, it was also favored by international students. The business school that Han Lu studied at had passed the triple accreditation (EQUIS, AMBA, and AACSB), and was one of the world's top business schools.
Without hesitation, Zhang Heng hailed a cab and headed to Durham University.
The driver was very enthusiastic, thinking that Zhang Heng was a tourist. He even introduced Zhang Heng to the tourist attractions in the city. But when they arrived at the destination, Zhang Heng had no choice but to knock the driver out, stuff him into the trunk, and drive the taxi to an underground parking lot.
After parking his car, he walked into Durham University.
Like most famous universities, Durham University was very large. Old brick walls and castles could be seen everywhere. There were school buildings from the center of Durham City to the suburbs. Durham University was one of the few universities that still had a college system. The students' dormitories were not separated by majors. It was similar to the magic school Hogwarts in Harry Potter. The school arranged the dormitories according to the students' personalities, hobbies, and habits, which made it even more difficult to find people.
Just as Zhang Heng was thinking about where to go next, a short-haired girl walked towards him. She was not much older than him, and she seemed to be a student of this school. She was carrying two books in her arms, hurrying along. Not long after she passed by Zhang Heng, she suddenly stopped.
Then, she stepped back, stuck her head out, and asked in Chinese, "What's the matter, classmate? Do you need help?"
However, after she finished speaking, she realized that the boy didn't reply. Instead, he just stared straight at her.
The short-haired girl touched her face, "Huh? Don't you understand Chinese? Are you a student from Korea or Japan? "
"Sorry, actually I'm looking for someone." Zhang Heng finally recovered from his momentary absent-mindedness. However, he did not move his eyes away. He had only seen her in pictures when she looked so young.
"That's it. You're unlucky to have met me. I've been studying here for a year and a half, but the number of people I know can be counted on two hands. I guess I won't be of much help." The short-haired girl shrugged.
"No, you must know this person because she is your roommate," Zhang Heng said.
Was it a coincidence? No, it should be said that this seemingly heartless woman in front of him had a keen intuition that did not match her adorable appearance. That was why she could suddenly stop when she passed by him. It was because she saw through his hesitation that she extended a helping hand to him.
In this regard, Zhang Heng could only sigh. Perhaps this was some kind of superpower. After all the things he had experienced, it was almost impossible for anyone to read his mind. Perhaps, only this guy in front of him could do it.
"Wow, are you Han Lu's exotic boyfriend? It's an honor to meet you, "the short-haired girl's eyes widened." I've heard about you from her, and I've seen your photos. Wait … the person in the photo doesn't look like you, "she said, covering her mouth." Oh no, did I say too much? But I don't think Han Lu is such a playboy. She complains about her schoolwork every day. I don't think she has the energy to have an affair. "
"You misunderstood. I'm just a friend of hers," Zhang Heng said. "I need to talk to her about something. Is there something urgent?" Zhang Heng pointed to the book in the short-haired girl's arms.
"Uh … it's not too urgent. If I can't find her, I can go at night," the short-haired girl said enthusiastically and snapped her fingers. "Let me take you to Han Lu first."
"Sorry for the trouble."
"Hahahaha, you don't have to be so polite. We are all descendants of China," the short-haired girl said. "In return, you can tell me a few gossip about her."
"Okay, I have a lot of news about her childhood. Do you want to hear it?"
"Of course, of course." The short-haired girl was overjoyed and nodded.
… …
With a guide, Zhang Heng finally didn't have to try his luck. The two chatted as they walked, and soon, they arrived at the tennis court. The short-haired girl came out of the dormitory. She said that Han Lu left early in the morning and wasn't in the dormitory the whole morning. She didn't say where she was going, but she had a habit of playing tennis.
However, she was nowhere to be 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 if you want to find someone else, but I can find Han Lu with my eyes closed."
Zhang Heng didn't immediately agree. After a pause, he asked, "Well, don't go to the places she frequents. You know her so well. Do you know where she hides when she's scared?"
"Huh?" The short-haired girl was taken aback. "That girl is so brave. She can even laugh when we watch a horror movie together. Who can scare her? You?"
The short-haired girl looked Zhang Heng up and down, but before he could deny it, she shook her head. "No, I'm a good judge of character. You are not a bad person."
"Something bad is going to happen. That's why I'm so anxious to find her. Can you help me?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.
"So mysterious. Are you trying to save the world?" The short-haired girl's eyes widened. "It looks fun. Count me in. I know a place she likes to sneak to when she's in a bad mood."
"Where is it?"
"The Oriental Museum," the short-haired girl said. "There are a lot of Asian and Indian collections there. Han Lu always says that staying there gives her a sense of closeness and calms her down."
"Then let's not delay any longer. Let's go there now," Zhang Heng said. He looked up at the sky, and the strange clouds showed signs of appearing again. So far, he had experienced three dreams. According to his calculations, the clouds appeared earlier and earlier, and the dreams ended faster and faster. This was not a good sign, reminding Zhang Heng that he didn't have much time left.
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