Time manager

With this lesson learned, Lian Ping no longer dares to gossip at work.

So when I heard Shi Jing take the initiative to ask him at work today: "Do you know the Death Note?"

He looked terrified as if he had seen a ghost.

Shi Jing: "What's wrong?"

Lian Ping whispered: "You can't chat at work, be careful when the curator comes to make a surprise inspection again."

Shi Jing said, "Don't worry, the curator won't show up at this point."

The watch-cracking maniac has said so, and Lian Ping must believe it.So I looked left and right to confirm, and there was no work at hand, so I started chatting.

"That's a game that was popular many years ago. Teacher Shi doesn't know about it?" Lian Ping said, "Reaper's Note, the person who gets the note writes the name of the person who wants to kill on it, and that person will really die." Die according to what he wrote. Haha, of course it’s impossible, it’s just a game to vent.”

Shi Jing nodded.In fact, he hadn't confiscated the students' "Death Notes" back then. Most of them were venting and cursing, and after writing their names, nothing would actually happen.

So what happened to the notebook at home?To be able to control time to stand still.

That's why he immediately thought of the legend of another note.

But time or something shouldn't be a bad thing.Shi Jing thought to himself.This has the most notes... the one who likes to swallow other people's names?

Thinking of this, he decided to go to the stationery store to find some more pens on the way to buy groceries after get off work.

But Lian Ping saw that his expression suddenly became weird, and seeing that he took out the notebook at hand and started to write and draw, he couldn't help asking: "Mr. Shi, what are you writing?"

Shi Jing showed him a row of "×".

Lian Ping looked down in horror, and found that it was all the name of the pen, without himself. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Why, do you want to collect the pen?"

Shi Jing thought, this seems like a good idea, so he nodded.

Lian Ping immediately said happily: "I will help you pay attention in the future!"

Shi Jing: "Thank you."

Lian Ping: "Hey, why are you being polite to me?"

Shi Jing: "Well, it's better to have a special kind of ink."

"okay!"

What an enthusiastic young man...

Shi Jing sometimes wondered why Lian Ping, a college student who had just graduated, was young and had an unruly temper, so why did he want to work in the library.

For him, this place is very boring, and the salary is not high.

But Shi Jing never liked to meddle in other people's affairs.And... it's lunch time.

图书馆中午照样是开放的，所以馆员们的午餐时间分为两个时段：12:00～13:00，13:00~14:00。

Each post is assigned duty according to this.

Shi Jing was originally assigned to the second period, but after Lian Ping came, he took the initiative to switch with him.

So as soon as 12 o'clock came, Shi Jing got up on time.If someone happened to come to handle the consultation and borrowing at this time, Lian Ping would tacitly take over the work for him.

For the self-disciplined crazy Shi Jing who has formed a biological clock every day, this is really helpful.

So he was willing to listen to Lian Ping's gossip and gossip, even if he just listened and didn't answer.

This Monday, there was no one in the library, so Shi Jing went to the noodle shop across the street for lunch as usual.

At the turn of spring and summer, green trees sprout new branches, it is the season of recovery of all things, and the sun in Huaixi City at noon is already very bright.Shi Jing looked at his watch habitually, 12:05.

Then he smiled to himself, after so many years, he has already formed a strong biological clock, in fact, it is meaningless to look at the watch.

And now he has an absolute sense of time, and he doesn't need to look at his watch at any time.

But he just can't help it.Perhaps, watching the watch has become part of his biological clock.

After Shi Jing sighed, he saw the green light on the opposite side, and he began to follow the flow of people across the road.

At this time, the sun suddenly penetrated into the clouds, and the sky was overcast. Shi Jing felt an inexplicable coolness, this strong feeling of uneasiness...

He subconsciously looked in the direction of his left hand.

Sure enough, there was a screeching sound of brakes, and a car that was waiting in the driveway suddenly rushed out and rushed towards the crowd as if out of control.

Shi Jing was right in front of it, a little dazed.

But the desire to survive made him wake up in an instant, mobilized all the strength in his body, dodged past, and by the way threw an uncle beside him, and rolled aside.

Almost at the same time, the voice in the head said:

[Time stands still. 】

The leaves stopped shaking.The picture in front of me freezes.

The out-of-control car also stopped in a sprint state.

Shi Jing got up and patted his clothes, looked at the still surroundings, and quickly moved again, clearing away the pedestrians on the zebra crossing one by one, and reconfirmed that no one in front of him would be affected, and then said to the voice in his head: "Yes Alright, let's cancel the status."

[Time still, release. 】

There was a noise, and the out-of-control car slid forward for several meters before barely stopping. The driver got out of the car with a blank face, but found that he hadn't hit anyone, and was a little surprised.

The passers-by who were carried to the far side of the road also had a dazed look on their faces, and they stood there for a long time before dispersing with whispers.

"What's going on? Am I hallucinating? I just walked into the middle of the road and was about to be hit."

"Me too. Before I could hide, I came here suddenly. It's strange..."

"Hey, don't worry about him, as long as everyone is fine."

Everyone was frightened, scolding the driver for his short-circuited brain, and lamenting his luck - based on the situation just now, if he hits someone, the consequences can be imagined.

Shi Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to walk towards the noodle shop, silently remembering.

He hadn't experienced such a bad encounter and feeling for a long time.

He remembered that when he was a child, his luck was very bad.Every morning, the windows of the room are always broken for no reason, and things are often broken at home. When walking on the road, the small ones fall and the big ones cause car accidents.

At first, Shi Jing's parents thought that he was just unlucky. Later, as more and more weird and unlucky things happened, they gradually suspected... Maybe he bumped into something bad?

However, it was useless to ask someone to exorcise the evil spirit several times, so Shi Jing's parents finally gave up.The relatives felt that he was a disaster star, and they dared not communicate with him.

Later, Shi Jing discovered that as long as certain time rules are followed, many bad things will not happen.

For example, in the morning, as long as he gets up at six o'clock instead of staying in bed, the window will not be broken.

Get to school on time without getting hit by a car on the road.

Eat on time without breaking the bowl.

Finish your homework on time without getting shit on your head by a bird.

Go home from school on time without being robbed by school bullies or hooligans.

Wait, everything is like this.

Shi Jing's self-discipline was thus forcibly refined.Sure enough, there were fewer unlucky things, and life miraculously gradually returned to normal.

Later, his self-discipline became almost instinctive, and he gradually forgot many unpleasant encounters, and even almost forgot that he was unlucky if he didn't self-discipline.

Unexpectedly, it has reappeared now!

The high-altitude parabola this morning may have been accidental, but with this car accident, it is a bit doubtful.

What's even more strange is that the accident this time exceeded the rules he had mastered.

He has been working in the library for three years. In the first year, he was a little cautious when he adjusted his schedule to adapt to work, but afterward, nothing unusual happened, so he gradually felt relieved.

But now, bad luck seemed to smell his breath, and came back again.

Shi Jing thought about what had changed in his daily life, which actually revived the bad luck that had been dormant for more than twenty years.

So he remembered the notebook.