For Wang Ling, writing an essay wasn't difficult, but keeping his marks down was.
Of all the "test questions" Wang Ling had encountered so far, it was the most difficult to keep his marks down.
Because of his understanding of words, it was impossible to know what kind of marks a reading teacher would give you.
Wang Ling remembered one year's college entrance exam, and the ending of an essay was: "Now, it's long dead, but there's still a strange light in its eyes."
The teacher who had set the question wanted the students to understand the meaning of this sentence.
In the end, even the original author of the essay didn't know what it meant …
In the end, at Teacher Guan's request, Wang Ling had no choice but to rewrite his essay.
"Wang Ling, can you submit it on Saturday?" Teacher Guan asked.
All submissions would be closed at midnight on Sundays.
If Wang Ling couldn't submit his essay then, No. 60 High would have wasted a quota for nothing.
"I'll try my best." Wang Ling sighed and answered helplessly.
"Okay, then I'll delete your essay from the review platform." Teacher Guan nodded happily.
Wang Ling was about to hang up when he heard Guan Ziqian suddenly cry out "Aiya" on the other end of the line.
Wang Ling: "?"
Guan Ziqian: "Oh no! I think I clicked submit … "
Wang Ling: "…"
Holding his head, Teacher Guan felt a little frantic. "F * * k! This essay review platform is simply toxic! Why did I click the "x" button on the side for submission?! "
At the thought of a four-word essay that would appear in the eyes of the nation's language teaching experts …
"So this is what it feels like to look up at the starry sky and see nothing but darkness …" Teacher Guan instantly despaired.
Furthermore, Guan Ziqian thought that Wang Ling's essay was very likely to be No. 60 High's lowest score in the essay competition over the years.
It would also be the first essay to score zero …
He definitely wouldn't get the title of Outstanding Teacher of the Year!
Guan Ziqian couldn't help his tears rolling down his cheeks.
…
After the call ended, Wang Ling felt that he had indeed let Teacher Guan down.
The main thing was that he really hadn't expected that there would only be one quota for the essay competition this time.
In every previous competition, each school would have at least three quotas.
Teacher Guan had pushed hard in the language group, convinced all the teachers, and had a war of words with the scholars. In the end, No. 60 High's language teachers had put all their bets on him …
If he didn't win this time, Wang Ling felt that he might even cause Teacher Guan to lose his position as head of the language group's teaching and research group.
It was a little difficult to deal with!
Should he rewrite it, and then ask Wang Ming to hack into the backend and replace it?
At that moment, this thought had already emerged in Wang Ling's mind.
Now, this seemed to be the only way.
He was about to call Wang Ming when Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal suddenly sent him a text message. "Brother Ling! The matter in the Demon Realm has been settled. Congratulations to Brother Dog for successfully crossing the tribulation and becoming a Divine Beast! However, I think we need to hold a meeting to discuss the abnormality of the primal chaos concentration. What do you think? "
"Mm." Wang Ling replied with one word.
It was a phenomenon related to the abnormal concentration of Chaos.
Wang Ling felt that his calculations probably wouldn't be wrong.
It definitely had something to do with the loss of the Heavenly Magic Cube.
Even if Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal hadn't come looking for him, Wang Ling had wanted him to start collecting the materials needed to make the new Heavenly Dao Magic Cube.
When the time came, he would use the meeting to explain what he needed.
Currently, the Battle Sect had a vast network of connections, especially with regards to connections in other planets. This was a condition that no sect on Earth possessed.
As long as Battle Sect stepped forward, the Domain of the Gods and Divine Dao Star would have to give face and help.
If anyone wasn't convinced, they could try challenging Battle Sect.
But the result would be a hundred percent failure.
"Oh, that's right, Brother Ling, there's actually one more thing."
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal typed. "I just saw that there are submissions for a national composition competition. One of them is about a single dog … I think the handwriting is a little like yours. "
Wang Ling: "…"
Compositions uploaded to the composition platform were all scanned by hand and imported into the system as images.
For language teachers, neat handwriting and literary flair were in fact equally important for an excellent composition.
As the saying went, a person's handwriting was like a person's, and beautiful handwriting was definitely a plus.
But Wang Ling was still taken aback that Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal could recognize Wang Ling's handwriting from just four words.
This was because for the sake of fairness, compositions submitted to the platform were all anonymous.
Before the final results came out, none of the main evaluators in charge of grading would know who on earth the author of the composition was.
"If Brother Ling doesn't deny it, then it looks like you really wrote the composition!"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal said, "I wasn't too sure before, so I sent it to Miss Lotus Sun. Miss Sun had been deliberately imitating your handwriting all along. In the end, she could tell at a glance that it was you. "
Wang Ling: "…"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal smiled. "Actually, I'm one of the main evaluators for the composition in this competition."
Wang Ling was blank. "?"
"A total of six main judges have been selected for this competition, as well as a panel of one hundred experts for a joint evaluation. But the main evaluators are responsible for grading the compositions. The panel of experts is just there to brag about the compositions. "
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal said, "Apart from me, the remaining five main judges are Brother Zhuo, Mr Sun Yiyuan, President Qi of the Magic Treasure Academy of Science, Secretary Sun of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Schools and Wang Jiao."
"Wang Jiao?" The corners of Wang Ling's mouth twitched.
How many Wang Jiao's in this world …
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "Brother Ling, don't doubt your ears. The last judge is your father."
"…"
For some reason, Wang Ling suddenly felt like he had been chosen.
…
On the other side, Wang Ling's composition titled "Single Dog" was also swiftly included in the background information for the main evaluators.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had practically already made connections …
Of all the main evaluators …
The person with the most excited reaction was naturally none other than Old Man Sun. His face was bright red as he stared at this four-word composition and slapped the table in praise. "Good! Classmate Wang Ling's composition … it's very well written! "
"Old man, calm down …" Jiang Xiaoche couldn't take it anymore; there was a sour taste in his mouth.
"Look! Classmate Wang Ling's character is so well written! It's a very standard thin golden figure! Without more than ten years of work, how could he have reached this level? "
"But old master … Classmate Wang is only sixteen years old …"
"So what if he's sixteen? You don't allow him to write at the age of one? "
"…"
"Look, although Classmate Wang Ling's composition only has the character 'Wang' throughout, I think he's trying to express the meaning of the great Dao in its simplest form. And didn't you notice that Classmate Wang Ling's composition actually has a voice? "
"…"
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