There was no one outside the bar in the early morning, except for a few cleaners cleaning up the mess.
Zhang Heng had to take time to adapt to gravity after returning to Earth. Fortunately, unlike a real astronaut, his body still maintained the state before entering the dungeon. He did not lose bone weight or blood, and he did not feel thirsty. There are no vision problems either (usually farsightedness), so it’s more of a psychological adjustment.
After all, he had just been floating in space for four days. Even on the moon, there was only one-sixth of the gravity of the earth. But unlike Black Sails, these minor problems could be solved in an hour or two.
Zhang Heng walked to the entrance of a community and ordered a bowl of hot soy milk from a roadside breakfast stall, plus two fried dough sticks and a tea egg. By the time he finished eating, the road became lively, and nearby office workers were busy Get out of the house.
Commuting in big cities has always been a big problem. Most people live further away from their workplaces than the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, so they have to get up early in the morning and rush to catch transportation while filling their stomachs. , there are even many people who have developed the unique skill of eating while walking.
Zhang Heng also visited many cities when he was a child. Sometimes he attended academic conferences with his magical parents, and sometimes he went to meet friends in other places with his grandfather. He also developed a habit at that time, and would feel sorry for everyone in his heart. The cities he visited were silently labeled. However, even though he had been studying here for a year and a half, it was still difficult for him to find an accurate word to summarize and describe this city.
It's like a bowl of thick soup with all the ingredients thrown into it, a variety of weird flavors brutally mixed together in an almost barbaric way.
No matter how picky a eater you are, you'll always find parts you like, but at the same time you'll always have to put up with other parts you don't like.
So maybe complexity is its label.
Zhang Heng drank the last sip of soy milk, and instead of competing with office workers for public resources, he scanned the code to unlock a shared bicycle and rode all the way back to school. Passing by a shopping mall on the way, he stopped the car and went in to buy some specialties. Mainly to deal with the little ghosts who will come to the house during the Chinese New Year. As for the sweeping robot for my grandpa, he has already placed an order on Xiaomi’s official website.
Nothing else happened in the next two days. Zhang Heng put the [Paris Arrow] in the locker at the archery hall. As for other game props that could pass the security check, he took them with him. After saying goodbye to Ma Wei We officially embarked on our journey home for the New Year.
Every time when the New Year is approaching, there will be a lot of people on the high-speed rail. Zhang Heng was almost squeezed through the ticket gate, put away the package he carried with him, and then came to his seat according to the seat number on the ticket. However, Someone was already sitting there, it looked like they were a young couple. The boy stood up and said with a smile that they couldn't buy seats together when they bought the tickets. He asked Zhang Heng if he could change seats. At the same time, he showed his ticket.
Zhang Heng took a look and found that the seat above was not too far away and was at the end of the carriage, so Zhang Heng agreed to the other party's request to change seats. The boy's face showed a hint of joy and he thanked him repeatedly.
Because there was probably no extra space there, Zhang Heng did not take down the small suitcase that had been placed on the luggage rack. He just carried a backpack and put all the valuables such as water bottles, cameras, and game props. Inside.
The boy and Zhang Heng exchanged seats near the aisle. Next to him was a middle-aged man wearing a jacket. His cell phone had not stopped since he got on the bus. He had been explaining work to the person on the other end of the phone, or talking to clients. We were on the phone discussing orders and after-sales issues. It seemed that he was the sales director of a certain manufacturer.
Opposite Zhang Heng was a girl who was probably still studying like him. She was holding a copy of New Oriental's Little Red Book - "TOEFL Vocabulary, Roots + Associative Memory Method" and silently reciting it in her hand. She didn't look pretty. The eyes are small, the nose is a bit flat, and there is not much flesh on the body, but he is young and has a youthful and simple feeling.
Sitting in the remaining seat next to her was a slightly older woman, wearing headphones and watching a TV show on a tablet.
All three of them looked ordinary.
Zhang Heng didn't know if it was the sequelae left by the single-player competition dungeon that made him subconsciously pay attention to the people around him. However, there are also players in the real world, and there are quite a lot of them. Doing this is not a big deal. .
Speaking of the battle with Jialai in the Apollo Project training camp, it was the first time he personally killed other players. Zhang Heng thought he would feel a little uncomfortable, but he didn't know if it was because he had experienced too many battles before. , his hands were stained with blood. Although the targets were only people in the dungeon or monsters in the real world, he did not feel much fluctuation in his heart when he faced other players this time.
When he blocked Jia Lai's mouth with sand and watched him suffocate to death little by little, his mood remained calm throughout the whole process, even...a little too calm, because this might be regarded as the first strict person he killed. meaning "person".
For a moment, even he himself felt a little strange to who he was now.
Zhang Heng didn't know if his current situation was normal, because no one had ever had as rich a life experience as him before, and no one told him what the situation should be like.
Noticing someone coming in front of her, the girl carrying the TOEFL pulled the bag containing potato chips and apples on the table in front of her twice more.
Zhang Heng thanked her and sat down opposite her. As soon as he put his backpack away, his phone vibrated.
There is a small 1 on the profile picture, which means there is a new message from the other party.
Zhang Heng clicked on it.
——I'm sitting opposite you, do you see me?
Zhang Heng frowned and looked up at the TOEFL girl opposite. The latter was memorizing words with her head lowered. She felt Zhang Heng's eyes falling on her face. After carefully observing her, a flash of panic flashed in the TOEFL girl's eyes. Not only did she not look up , but the pressure is lower, and the base of the ears is also a little hot.
Zhang Heng replied
——If you keep doing this, I will block you.
——Hehe, I’m a little bored today, what are you doing? Do you want to go to the haunted house together? I heard that there is an alley that is very haunted. Let’s go ghost hunting at night. o((>ω<))o
——I went home to celebrate the New Year. Now I’m on the high-speed rail. You can go by yourself.
——Hey, so if you don’t go home, will you accompany me?
--Won't.
Zhang Heng typed.
