It was June 16th on Thursday in the eighth week of the semester.
The survival contest portion of the week-long military training exercise for the six schools finally came to an end as the last blue circle shrank.
This was a little unexpected, because up until the last blue circle shrank, there were still more than four thousand students struggling bitterly in the narrow, already very small, safe area.
In the end, most of them had been poisoned to death by the last shrinking of the poisonous fog …
On this day, the sun was shining brightly and the wind was gentle.
In the big square of the military training base in the western suburbs of Songhai city, Odd Zhuo of the General Administration of 100 Schools stood on the podium to announce the final result. "The final number of people remaining in this survival contest is one. Student Hero Guo of No. 60 High School, who was in the toilet at the time, is the final winner …"
Then, Odd Zhuo and Immortal Toya on the side started to applaud. Unfortunately, this ending was really too frightening. For a moment, the ten thousand students, the headmasters of the six schools, and Secretary Dakang were all stupefied, and there was an awkward silence.
For some reason, the headmasters of No. 59 High School and No. 60 High School on the winning side couldn't be happy at all …
Student Hero Guo, on the other hand, had been forced to withdraw from the military training after leaving the small world because of unbearable abdominal pain, and had been sent to the emergency department of the city hospital.
Odd Zhuo was a little embarrassed. He cleared his throat and said into the microphone, "Now, because Student Hero Guo is unable to attend, No. 60 High School's teacher-in-charge of Grade One, Class Three, Teacher Pan Shengcong, will come on stage to receive the medal and trophy on his behalf."
Of all the people present, Teacher Pan was probably the only one smiling like a sunflower.
Under everyone's gazes, this middle-aged woman with a ponytail, No. 60 High School's teaching pioneer, jumped onto the stage in two or three steps and happily took the trophy. She looked happier than if she had won the Golden Rooster Award for Best Actress. "Thank you, everyone! Thank you for your support and encouragement! This trophy and this banner belong to our No. 59 High School and No. 60 High School! "
Who knew if it was because of Teacher Pan's excitement, but at that moment, there was finally some sporadic applause in the hall.
Taking advantage of this enthusiasm, Odd Zhuo continued, "Now, Teacher Pan, please unfurl this banner which has been personally inscribed by Secretary Dakang of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Schools!"
"Okay!"
Teacher Pan nodded and slowly unfurled the silk banner. Suddenly, everyone saw what seemed to be ten thousand rays of golden light shooting out from the gilded characters on the silk banner.
Secretary Dakang had used great magic to write these words on the banner. The instant the banner was unfurled, there was a dazzling light so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.
Standing in the crowd, Wang Ling's Heavenly Eye wasn't affected by the golden light. His gaze pierced through the layers of golden light and instantly saw the large golden characters printed on the silk banner: Gou Li …
Wang Ling: "…"
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The military training was not over yet. In the next few days, it would be comprehensive training. Standing in military posture, standing at attention, resting … none of these could escape.
Over the next few days, Dopey Guo became a well-known figure among the six schools. Relying on the destiny circle to win the competition, his luck was simply too good. The most important thing was that Dopey Guo had received the attention of all sectors of society after he passed the joint military training exercise of the six schools. In the future, his path to higher education would be smooth sailing.
From what Wang Ling had heard, it was said that a number of universities had already extended olive branches to Dopey Guo's family in advance. In the eyes of many university presidents, while strength and talent were certainly very important on the path of cultivation, luck was often also a part of strength.
That night, after returning from the military training, Wang Ling saw a message on the public platform of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Schools.
Secretary Dakang wanted to inscribe something on the trophy for Dopey Guo, but he hadn't thought of what to inscribe, so he had used the public platform to ask for comments.
Wang Ling swept his finger over the screen and saw that there were a lot of replies in the selected comments.
Among them, there were chuunibyou comments, such as: The Chosen One, Dopey Nicholas …
There were also funny comments, such as: King of Squats, The Strongest King of Squats, Mother Juan's Victim …
The comment with the highest number of votes was the one written by Super Chen himself: King of Sixty Hypocrites.
Wang Ling saw that this comment had received more than eight thousand likes in total …
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While Wang Ling was away, the Wang family's small villa hadn't been idle.
On the morning that the results of the survival contest were announced, a black car drove up to the entrance of the Wang family's small villa. A man with slicked-back hair and goggles got out of the car at the entrance of the villa. He was carrying a briefcase in his hand.
"This is … where Senior Ling lives." Standing at the entrance of the villa, Dharmaraja was a little excited. Apart from Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Immortal Toya, he was the third person in the entire chat group to come to the Wang family's house.
Similarly, before coming to the villa, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had repeatedly exhorted him to go there with the reverence of a senior.
Standing at the entrance, Dharmaraja pressed the doorbell.
Very quickly, he heard faint footsteps on the other side of the door. Grandfather Wang had come to open the door. "Who is it?"
As soon as he opened the door, Dharmaraja's eyes straightaway twitched violently. He had heard Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal say that apart from Ling Zhenren, there were three seniors in this villa! The most unfathomable of them all was an old man …
Dharmaraja never thought that he would actually run into this great senior on his first visit.
Thus, as soon as they met, Dharmaraja straightaway bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle. "Old Senior Wang, hello! Senior, a while ago … Ling Zhenren left a spirit sword here for repair, and this junior has specially come to deliver it to him. "
"Oh, thank you for your hard work. Come in and take a seat. Come in and change into your slippers, and remember to close the door. "
The old man responded and slowly entered the house with his hands clasped behind his back. He then went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea and brought it to Dharmaraja. "Mom Ling has gone out to buy groceries, and Dad Ling is still in the study going over a manuscript with his editor."
Dharmaraja took the tea from the old man with some trepidation. "So Senior Ling's father is a writer?"
"Mm."
The old man nodded. "His pen name is Wang Situ."
What the hell?! Wang Situ?
Lightning Dharmaraja was stupefied. He remembered reading the stuff this guru had written when he had taken the subway to work! He had never expected this person to be Senior Ling's father!
"I was just writing for fun at first, but I never thought that I would be able to earn money." Grandfather Wang smiled slightly.
Hearing this, Dharmaraja's awe of Father Wang deepened … He was just writing for fun, but he could actually earn money. After all, this was a great senior hiding behind the scenes! Sure enough, he was a talent in every aspect! Furthermore, Dharmaraja remembered listening to a recorded interview with Father Wang. Not only was he a talent, he also had a nice way of speaking! He really liked it!
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