Whether it was the heavenly silkworm potato strips or the goddamn tomatoes …
As always, the names were filled with Mother Juan's domineering and violent nature.
But seeing that today's dishes seemed normal, everyone breathed long sighs of relief in their hearts.
Old Antique stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a slice of tomato. Mother Juan immediately added three spoonfuls of white sugar from the seasoning bag she carried with her, and then smiled at Old Antique. "Three spoonfuls of sugar goes even better with the goddamn tomatoes!"
Everyone: "…"
After eating Mother Juan's bento made with love, everyone saw her off at the school gate and waved goodbye to her in the breeze.
Although the love bento still tasted so strange, everyone was still very touched by Mother Juan's intentions.
After checking the number of people, they realized that six people were missing. This old mother immediately remembered the group of students from No. 60 High who had come to the exchange meet between the two schools, and had hurried over to deliver the love bento that could only be eaten on Fridays in advance.
It was worth mentioning that every time Mother Juan made the bento, she would count the number of people very precisely, no more and no less. Apart from Mother Juan, no one else in No. 60 High could do this. This old mother, who had been in charge of No. 60 High for a hundred years, truly cared about the students and teachers of each batch.
"Goodbye, students! I'll come back to the spirit sword exchange meet tomorrow if I have the chance! Muah!
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After that, Mother Juan waved at everyone and left them with these chilling "muah" words. She then stepped on her Donkey Brand flying sword and flew off in a cloud of dust …
There seemed to be a lot of things to do on the eve of the spirit sword exchange meet.
As soon as Mother Juan left, Wang Ling's eyelids started to twitch.
… Disaster level: two stars.
Wang Ling could more or less guess what was going to happen. The Dao talisman seal on his arm was about to expire. It wasn't hard for Wang Ling to figure out what was going to happen … it was obvious that that guy was coming.
That annoying guy whom Mother Wang had contacted before.
Ever since he was a child, Wang Ming had always been a huge headache for Wang Ling. Even though the state classified Wang Ming's true identity as a state secret and didn't stint on lavishing praise on him, comparing his brain to something even more terrifying than a holy weapon, Wang Ling's impression of his cousin was still limited to those ninety-nine stupid challenges … to put it bluntly, this guy was just an idiot.
Moreover, this kind of stupidity was also reflected in many aspects.
Of all the stupid things Wang Ming did, the one he enjoyed the most was pretending to be a cultivator …
…
It was 4: 30 PM on Thursday.
School ended on time for No. 59 High School, and there was a constant stream of students heading to the school gate in twos and threes.
A man also stood at the school gate on time. He was dressed in coarse hemp clothes, and his thick black hair was neatly trimmed. The man carried a long sword that weighed at least 50 kilograms on his back. He looked like an ascetic who traveled the world all year round. Unfortunately, his attire didn't match his temperament. If someone with a higher realm used their spiritual sense to scan him, they would immediately know … that he was a muggle without any spiritual power.
The essence, energy, and spirit of a cultivator contained a kind of natural essence energy. This kind of essence energy originated from heaven and earth, was born from the Dantian, and circulated through the meridians of the entire body. Over time, it could change a person's temperament from the inside out, making their eyebrows shine brightly and their footsteps as light as the wind. A true cultivator could even give off a faint fragrance.
Standing at the gate of No. 59 High School, Wang Ming sighed in his heart … even though he was young and promising, elegant, and extremely talented in cultivation … having talent didn't mean that he could cultivate. Because of his physique, Wang Ming had realized at a very young age that he had no fate with cultivation. Hence, he had devoted a hundred times more energy to scientific research.
Watching impatiently as the Foundation Establishment high school students passed by him, Wang Ming couldn't help but look a little envious … if it wasn't for his physique, given his cultivation talent, a mere Wang Ling wouldn't be his match at all!
Wang Ming thought regretfully in his heart.
"Sir, who are you looking for?" No. 59 High School's school guard came over and asked a little warily.
With the spirit sword exchange meet coming up tomorrow, No. 59 High School had increased its efforts to investigate suspicious people inside and outside the school. Even parents had to report to the teachers in advance before they could enter the school, and the teachers had to call the school guard office to request permission before they could enter. But this person had been standing at the school gate since twenty minutes ago, sighing as he did so. The school guard thought that this person was a little strange.
Looking at the old man, Wang Ming suddenly came back to his senses. "Hello, fellow Daoist, I'm here to look for someone …"
The old man sensed a trace of an ancient aura from this form of address … he looked Wang Ming up and down carefully again. "You're … a parent?"
The old man also had a cultivation, although it wasn't a very high realm. However, he could still distinguish a cultivator's essence, qi, and spirit.
The term "fellow Daoist" was something that big shots with profound realms addressed each other. The old school guard stared at Wang Ming's face for a long time, but no matter how he looked at him, he couldn't tell that this person was a big shot … On the contrary, the more he looked, the more suspicious he felt.
"Yes, yes, yes, I'm a parent. I'm here to look for someone. "
Wang Ming carefully calculated his seniority; when all was said and done, he was also an older brother. He was a whole six years older than Wang Ling … it didn't seem wrong to call him a parent. Thus, he nodded.
"Which student's parent are you, and which class?"
"I'm here to look for No. 60 High School's Wang Ling … he's representing the school at the exchange meet."
The old man was suddenly enlightened. So it was that group of people …
But as a student's parent, the old man was still suspicious of Wang Ming's identity. A parent of a Foundation Establishment student should at least be at the Golden Core stage, right?
Most of the school teachers were at the Golden Core stage, and the old guard had come into contact with them a lot, so he could still distinguish this aura.
… It was very obvious that this person didn't have the slightest bit of spirit energy on him!
Thinking about the recent assassination attempt by Shadow Stream at No. 60 High School, the old guard's thoughts couldn't help drifting … In the last two days, the higher-ups had issued clear orders to be on guard for fear that Shadow Stream would take advantage of the spirit sword exchange meet to retaliate.
Now, No. 59 High School's entrance examination was very strict, and internal security had arranged patrols and experts to keep watch … to be honest, the old guard didn't think that Shadow Stream would have the guts to brazenly sneak into the school.
But this young man pretending to be a cultivator had indeed successfully attracted the old man's attention …
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