Little Silver stared at the screen, lost in deep thought for a long time. For some reason, he felt like he had seen this green dog leg somewhere before …
After going through a long cycle of reflexes, Little Silver finally understood: this lackey … wasn't it Master's dog?!
As expected …
Have I been cheated …
Little Silver felt his holy beast heart hurt. What was righteousness … what was love … where was the basic trust between beasts?
On the sofa, Little Silver looked up at the ceiling and roared in despair in his heart as tears streamed down his cheeks.
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At that moment, the villa door opened. When Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal returned home, he saw the silver-haired young man pounding the ground and crying bitterly …
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was startled by this scene. "Brother Little Silver, you …" He had just returned from delivering a ring, and hadn't expected to see this scene.
Little Silver raised his head, sparkling and translucent tears streaking down his snow-white face, which made people feel pity for him. "I … I'm jilted …"
Actually, it wasn't just about falling out of love. Being cheated was the key!
But no matter what, Little Silver couldn't open his mouth …
Because as a Holy Beast, he had actually been flirted with by a dog! If this matter were to spread out, it would be too embarrassing …
Although he didn't know what was going on, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal still walked over and patted Little Silver on the shoulder comfortingly. "Brother Little Silver, there's a first time for everything, get over it …"
When a person was extremely sad, the more they were comforted, the louder they might cry; Little Silver was naturally the same.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal let go of her, a little at a loss. "…" If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have comforted her. It had been a drizzle when they had just entered … now it was a storm!
Ignoring the crying Little Silver, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal turned to the bathroom to get a washbasin and put it in front of Little Silver.
Little Silver looked at him with tears streaming down his face. "What … what are you doing?"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal smiled. "Catch the tears! The sacred beast's tears have medicinal value, so don't waste them … "
Little Silver: "…"
A few seconds later, Little Silver sniffled and cried even more miserably with a "wah."
Why is the whole world targeting me, Little Silver …
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On the other side, Wang Ling had watched the entire process of Loopy Toad teasing Little Silver. He could already imagine how Little Silver had gone from the moment he had mistakenly thought that he had added a little sister, from the moment he had been wild with joy to the moment he was now on the verge of collapse, as his emotions had fluctuated like a roller coaster.
Actually, he hadn't been idle during this time.
He had downloaded the mock midterm exam papers from last year and the year before in the class group file. This year's questions would definitely be different, and Teacher Pan had already said earlier that they would be much more difficult. No teacher would be stupid enough to copy the exam questions exactly as they had been in the past. However, even if he knew that the difficulty of this year's exam had increased, the exam papers from last year and the year before were still useful as a reference.
He was now trying to cross out ninety percent of the questions that he wouldn't get tested on, and then sort out the ones that might make the exam more difficult.
For example, in the mid-term paper of the Talisman course, the question asked about the synthesis formula of the flame reaction of the Buddha's Fiery Lotus last year and the year before that. This question would definitely not be asked again this year …
Another example was in the social studies course, where there was a discussion about a popular cartoon that had been reported by the public and taken off the shelves without a clear classification system for domestic cartoons.
Wang Ling's intuition told him that this question would probably be tested this year, and it definitely wouldn't just be a discussion question worth ten points. It was very likely that it would be upgraded to a twenty-five point essay in the social studies course, and the student would have to write an essay of one thousand words or less.
That was because the same thing had actually happened recently. Wang Ling remembered that a few days ago, Dopey Guo had told him that a horror novel that he liked very much had been reported to have been taken off the shelves. He had heard that it was because the results were too good, and the jealous peers had reported it to have been taken off the shelves.
This was actually a common occurrence in the news, but because similar incidents were at the top of the trending topics, they were infinitely magnified.
Wang Ling silently made a mark on the side of this question as a key review topic.
Of course, Wang Ling's focus wasn't on how high his score would be, but on summarizing and sorting out the questions that might be tested one by one, and then figuring out how much more difficult they would be this year. Then, he would combine the average scores of last year and the year before that to guess this year's average score …
For Wang Ling, average scores were the key!
If he got too high or too bad … Father Wang would dock his pocket money …
About five minutes later, he was done summarizing and sorting.
Wang Ling looked at the time; it was already seven o 'clock in the evening.
It had been almost seven hours since Daoist Guang had received the computer.
The notebook that Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had bought for the elderly could already be considered a fairly simple one, and the tutorials inside were easy to understand and very detailed … Wang Ling wondered how Daoist Guang was doing now.
Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly felt his wristwatch vibrate.
It was a private chat from Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal. "Brother Ling! Are you there?! Come quickly! Senior Daoist Guang is online! "
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Because it was Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal who had registered the chat account, it was also bound to his other cell phone number, so as soon as Daoist Guang went online, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's cell phone would immediately receive a text notification.
After receiving the private chat from Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal, Wang Ling opened the three of them private group, and sure enough, he found that Daoist Guang's chat profile picture had already changed from gray to color, which was proof that Daoist Guang was online.
"Senior Guang? Daoist Guang? "Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal tried @.
"This old man is here …" It took Daoist Guang three minutes to reply with just three words. It was very obvious that this was a very difficult learning path.
"Is the computer working?" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal sent a grinning emoji.
After another five minutes, Daoist Guang replied, "It's working … This old man, typing, is slow …"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal couldn't help laughing. "Actually, senior can try using voice."
Another three minutes …
Daoist Guang: "No … noisy …"
After that, Daoist Guang tried using voice input. After listening to it, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal found that there was indeed a lot of noise inside. Only then did he remember that Wang Ling seemed to have told him before that Daoist Guang's soul space was an island with the ebb and flow of tides and the sound of rolling waves, as well as all kinds of insects and birds in the rainforest.
However, this wasn't an unsolvable problem. Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal swiftly recovered. "How about this, senior … I'll have Brother Ling burn a recording studio for you later!"
Wang Ling: "…"
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