This was the first time Wang Ling had felt like he had been schemed against.
There were times when metaphysics could happen, but Wang Ling believed that under certain circumstances, coincidences could happen. But when coincidences happened once, twice, or even more than once, Wang Ling couldn't help but start to suspect the event itself.
Thus, Wang Ling had a very special impression of Fang Xing.
That kind of casual or intentional contact with him out of the corner of his eye, which seemed like a coincidence but also didn't seem like a coincidence, had made Wang Ling extremely wary of Fang Xing.
But while he was on guard, Wang Ling never thought that he would be the first to fall into Fang Xing's trap.
With Fang Xing's recommendation, Teacher Ye was naturally very happy. Furthermore, it couldn't be said that Teacher Ye didn't have any impression of Wang Ling. At the previous spirit sword exchange meet at No. 59 High School, Teacher Ye had felt that Wang Ling's luck had been exceptionally good. Perhaps this time … he could also go out as a mascot?
"Classmate Wang Ling, can you participate?"
And so, after Fang Xing's recommendation, Teacher Ye looked at Wang Ling with a hopeful and earnest expression.
Wang Ling: "…"
Actually, Wang Ling had heard Super Chen mention the district sports meet before. But for him to represent the school in a sports meet of this level, Wang Ling felt that he was usually pretty low-key in school, and even his sports scores were average. Furthermore, there were a lot of sports talent students like Super Chen among this year's Senior Grade One freshmen, and Wang Ling felt that he definitely wouldn't get a chance with the limited number of spots.
Now that he thought about it carefully, Wang Ling felt like he had sold himself out.
What a strange flag he had set up!
In the end, Wang Ling agreed …
Of course, he had been forced to agree.
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After school that day, Fang Xing walked out of the school gates surrounded by a group of girls as usual. Wang Ling was also the one who chose to leave school at this time. Furthermore, there was a long distance between Wang Ling and Fang Xing. At this stage, Wang Ling felt that it was better to stay away from such a dazzling person.
Wang Ling could have chosen to teleport home, but the old man happened to be in the city today to visit some of the disciples he had taken in at a star-rated hotel, so he had come to pick Wang Ling up on Sheep's little tricycle. The most amazing thing was that even Loopy Toad had come along.
Looking across the street at No. 60 High School's gate, Wang Ling saw the old man waiting on the other side of the road on his freshly maintained Sheep, with a green-furred akita lying lazily on the ground and wagging its tail … this scene was a little strange.
The old man's parking spot was quite conspicuous, and a lot of people could actually see it. Thus, as soon as school was over, Wang Ling grabbed his bag and left class. He wanted to leave quickly and avoid Fang Xing.
"Ling Ling, what's going on? Why do you look so flustered? "The old man was a little puzzled.
Loopy Toad raised its eyes to look at Wang Ling and winked strangely; it also felt that its Little Master Ling wasn't himself today. But very quickly, it saw Fang Xing say goodbye to a group of girls on the other side of the road, and it instantly understood what had happened.
This was probably Loopy Toad's first time seeing Fang Xing, but it felt very strange.
It felt that Fang Xing's aura was indescribably familiar.
It felt like it had smelled it somewhere before …
"Ling Ling, is this your classmate?" The old man stared at Fang Xing for a while as he walked over.
Then, he gave his first impression of Fang Xing. "Your classmate … has such long legs!"
Wang Ling: "…"
Although the old man was old and had once suffered from dementia, his sense of beauty hadn't waned at all. Ever since he had learned to watch videos on demand from Father Wang, he had studied a lot about modern young people's otaku culture, and could be considered a rather fashionable old man.
"Hello, grandpa, are you here to pick up Classmate Wang Ling?" Fang Xing came closer and greeted him warmly.
Then, Wang Ling saw the old man nod and raise his hand to say: "You're OK."
Wang Ling: "…"
Fang Xing laughed heartily. "Grandpa, you're so funny."
"You're not in the same class as our Ling Ling, right? Why don't I see you in the class photo at the start of the semester? "the old man asked.
"My name is Fang Xing, I'm new here. I just registered here the day before yesterday," Fang Xing replied.
… So he was a transfer student!
The old man was instantly enlightened … for a parent like this to suddenly transfer in the middle of a class, the connections and financial resources behind him probably weren't simple. Furthermore, the old man had already pictured Fang Xing's parents in his mind. He thought of a line from a skit: Big heads and thick necks, either rich or a cook.
So, if this Classmate Fang Xing's parents weren't rich, then they were probably chefs!
The old man instantly felt that he had found a common language.
"…"
Wang Ling already didn't know what to say to ridicule the old man's strange train of thought.
"Classmate Fang, although you're not in the same class as Ling Ling, you're still schoolmates. In the future, we'll be indebted to you for taking care of our Ling Ling. "The old man smiled at Fang Xing.
"Don't worry, grandpa, in two weeks, Classmate Wang Ling and I will represent the school in the mere school sports meet. I'll take good care of Classmate Wang Ling. " When Fang Xing said this, he still had a harmless smile on his face, and his eyes were narrowed into slits, which looked a little meaningful.
But that was the strange part …
When Wang Ling had read Fang Xing's mind, he hadn't detected even the slightest bit of evil.
This was truly the strangest person he had ever seen …
After chatting with the old man for a while, Fang Xing suddenly noticed the ingredients in the tricycle. When the old man had left the hotel, his former disciples had forcefully given him these fresh fruits and vegetables, and they filled up half the tricycle. There were all sorts of vegetables and fruits, as well as a huge cured ham. The ham was vacuum-packed and had the words "Secret Recipe of Kikkaro Restaurant" written on it.
"Grandpa, are you a chef?" Fang Xing asked curiously.
"Mm, but I retired long ago. When I get old, I can barely lift a spoon. "The old man smiled.
"What a coincidence!"
Fang Xing was pleasantly surprised when he received the old man's reply. "To tell you the truth, my family actually runs a noodle shop."
"Oh? Noodle shop? What kind of noodles do you sell? "The old man's interest was suddenly piqued.
Fang Xing: "We sell all kinds of noodles! But our shop's most famous noodle is still the handmade beef tendon noodles made by a master in Lanzhou. We also weave the beef tendon noodles into the shape of instant noodles, and fry them at high temperatures. Finally, we make crispy noodle snacks! "
The old man: "…"
Loopy Toad: "…"
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