There was no one outside the bar in the early morning, just a few cleaners cleaning up the mess.

Zhang Heng had to take time to adapt to gravity when he returned to Earth, but fortunately, unlike a real astronaut, his body still maintained the state before entering the dungeon, and he did not lose bone weight and blood, did not feel thirsty, and did not have vision problems (usually farsighted), so it was more just a psychological adaptation.

After all, he had just been floating in space for four days, and even on the moon, it was only one-sixth of the gravity of the earth, but unlike the black sails, these minor problems only took an hour or two to solve.

Zhang Heng walked to the door of a community and ordered a bowl of hot soy milk at the breakfast stall on the roadside, plus two fritters and a tea egg.

Commuting in big cities has always been a big problem, most people live and work farther away than the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, so they have to get up early in the morning, while hurrying to catch the transportation, while filling their stomachs, and even many people have developed the stunt of walking and eating.

Zhang Heng also went to many cities when he was a child, sometimes he followed his pair of fairy parents to attend academic conferences, sometimes he followed his grandfather to meet friends in other places, he also developed a habit at that time, and he would silently put a label on each city he had visited in his heart, but for this city, although he has been studying here for a year and a half, it is still difficult to find an accurate word to summarize and describe it.

It's like a bowl of soup with all the ingredients thrown in, a crude mix of all sorts of strange flavors in an almost savage way.

No matter how picky your diner is, you'll always find something you like, but at the same time, you'll always have to put up with something you don't like.

So maybe complexity is its label.

Zhang Heng drank the last sip of soy milk, did not compete with those office workers for public resources, scanned the code to unlock a shared bicycle, rode all the way back to school, passing by the mall halfway, he stopped the car, went in and bought some special products, mainly to deal with the little ghosts who would come to the house during the New Year, as for the sweeping robot for his grandfather, he has already placed an order on Xiaomi's official website.

In the next two days, nothing else happened, Zhang Heng put the [Paris's Arrow] in the locker of the archery hall, and as for other game props that could pass the security check, he carried it with him, and after saying goodbye to Ma Wei, he officially embarked on the journey home for the New Year.

Every time the 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 the package he carried, and then came to his seat according to the seat number on the ticket, but someone had already sat down there, it seemed that it should be a little couple, the boy got up with a smile and said that they couldn't buy the seats together when they bought the ticket, and asked Zhang Heng if he could change the seat, and he also showed the ticket in his hand.

Zhang Heng glanced at it, fortunately, the seat above was not too far, it was at the end of the carriage, so Zhang Heng agreed to the other party's request to change seats, and the boy's face showed a touch of joy and thanked him repeatedly.

Because it is estimated that there is no spare space there, Zhang Heng, who has already placed the small suitcase on the luggage rack, did not take it down, he just carried a backpack and put valuables such as water glasses, cameras and game props in it.

The seat exchanged by the boy and Zhang Heng was close to the aisle, next to him was a middle-aged man in a jacket, his mobile phone had not stopped since he got on the bus, he had been explaining his work to the person on the other end of the mobile phone, or talking to customers on the phone, discussing orders and after-sales issues, it seemed that he was the sales supervisor of a certain manufacturer.

Opposite Zhang Heng is a girl, who should still be studying like him, holding a red book of New Oriental in her hand - "TOEFL Vocabulary, Roots + Associative Memory" is silently reciting, her appearance is not good-looking, her eyes are small, her nose is a little flat, and there is no meat on her body, but she is young, and she has a feeling of youth and simplicity.

The rest of the seat next to her sat a slightly older woman, watching a series with headphones and a tablet.

All three looked ordinary.

Zhang Heng didn't know if it was the sequelae left by the single-player competition dungeon, so he couldn't help but subconsciously pay attention to the people around him, but there are also players in the real world, and there are quite a few of them, so it's not a big fuss to do so.

Speaking of the battle with Jia Lai in the Apollo Project training camp, it was the first time he killed other players with his own hands, Zhang Heng thought that he would have some discomfort, but I don't know if it was because he had experienced too many battles before, and his hands were stained with blood, although the objects were only people in the dungeon or monsters in the real world, but this time he did not have too many fluctuations in his heart when facing other players.

When he blocked Jia Lai's mouth with sand and watched the other party suffocate to death, his emotions remained calm and even ...... during the whole process A little too calm, because this may be the first "person" he killed in the strict sense of the word.

For a moment, even he felt a little strange about himself now.

Zhang Heng didn't know if his current situation was normal, because no one had ever had as rich life experience as him before, and no one told him what the situation should be.

Noticing that someone was coming to her, the girl carrying the TOEFL pulled the bag of potato chips and apples on the table twice in front of her.

Zhang Heng thanked him and sat down opposite her, and as soon as he put his backpack away, his mobile phone vibrate.

There is a small 1 on the avatar, which means that there is a new message from the other party.

Zhang Heng clicked on.

- I'm sitting across from you, do you see me?

Zhang Heng frowned, looked up at the TOEFL girl opposite, the latter was looking down and reciting the words, feeling Zhang Heng's gaze fall on his face, and looking at her carefully, a trace of panic flashed in the eyes of the TOEFL girl, not only did not raise her head, but pressed it lower, and at the same time, the root of her ears was also a little hot.

Zhang Heng replied

- If you play like this again, I'll block you.

- Hee-hee, I'm a little bored today, what are you doing? Why don't you go to the haunted house duck together, I heard that there is an alley that is very haunted, let's go catch ghosts at night. o((>ω<))o

- I'm going home for the New Year, and now I'm on the high-speed rail, so you can go by yourself.

- Hey, so if you don't go home, will you come with me?

- No, it won't.

Zhang Heng typed.