There were still a lot of comments left on Weibo. Lie Mengmeng casually scrolled through one and saw that it was either an official Weibo post of a cultivation sect that had been forwarded, or some sect elder or even sect leader had left a comment below.
A person whose identity was verified as "Principal of Huaxiu University of Thunder and Lightning" and "Head of Guodian Martial Arts Dojo" commented: There's no such thing as procrastinating. I can't help but want to teach any author who procrastinates a lesson!
From Lolita Immortal Instructor Blog: Is Lord Wang Situ tired?! Our Celestial Sect provides door-to-door performance services to improve your mind! We don't charge! As long as it was updated, it would be fine! If you need, please PM this official Bo Niang! Mwah!
A comment from the official Weibo of Legend of Paladin _ Healing Paladin under the Loli Immortal Sect: Official Weibo girl! Please follow me! Mutual fan!
"…"
Lie Mengmeng looked at Father Wang, then directly grabbed the mouse and closed the Weibo page. "Stop struggling, just work hard on writing …"
As soon as Lie Mengmeng said this, Father Wang saw his phone on the table suddenly vibrate as he received a secret text message from the number "7777777."
When he saw the number, Father Wang already knew who it was.
He opened the message and saw that it was from that "lord".
That adult: "I saw your Weibo. Someone wants to arrest you? What was that Red Hair Medicinal Wine for? Should I get someone to check it out? Forget it … I'll just directly ban the trademark. I've already asked President Qi to locate your phone; if someone in Songhai city comes looking for you, President Qi will know right away. I'll look for whoever chases after you … So hurry up and update! Without an Immortal King to watch, I'm going to die! (:3
」 ∠) _ "
Father Wang: "…"
Standing far away, Lie Mengmeng didn't see the specific content of Father Wang's message, but it was very obvious. When he saw this message, Father Wang's expression had already turned deathly still …
Also, the number of the message just now was 7 7!
Needless to say, this must be a message from a big shot fan urging him to update.
Seven seven …
Erm … Lie Mengmeng cupped his chin and thought, The world is focusing on you?!
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July 20th was the thirteenth Thursday of the semester.
At noon, Wang Ling was going to test the medicine ball when the opening ceremony was already over. It wasn't like last time, where there were three whole grades of spectators, which made him feel a lot more at ease. However, there were still onlookers. They were all people who didn't want to rest during the afternoon self-cultivation and came out to watch.
Apart from Wang Ling, there were three other people in Grade One who had signed up for the medicine ball event: Fang Xing, that Classmate Shi Shuai from before, and Hu Su, who had been held back for four whole years and whose grades had recently improved by leaps and bounds.
After the slap in the face the day before yesterday, Shi Shuai was not as arrogant as yesterday, which made Teacher Ye very happy.
Shi Shuai was usually a troublemaker and had caused quite a bit of trouble in school. The day before yesterday, the results of the ten people had been extraordinary, but Shi Shuai was the only one who was at the bottom. Teacher Ye reckoned that this matter should have dealt a big blow to Shi Shuai.
Therefore, in today's medicine ball competition, regardless of whether Shi Shuai's results were good or not, Teacher Ye had decided to give him a round of encouragement. After hitting him with a stick, he had to give him a piece of candy. This was the basic operation.
Every teacher at No. 60 High School paid great attention to spiritual education. The success of a spiritual education would directly affect a person's external development.
This was especially true in Grade One, when students would feel empty and confused. They were especially prone to cynicism, and liked to post especially pretentious, non-mainstream posts in their WeChat Moments and WeChat Moments … it was especially important to guide them properly.
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This time, the supervisors were still the same three referees who had been here the day before and the day before. However, this time, the arbiter was the old referee of the three, and Odd Zhuo wasn't present today because of work.
Holding a special red medicine ball in his hands, the old referee gave a pre-match explanation. "According to the competition rules for the medicine ball event in the district sports meet this time, we will evaluate the results of four students: Wang Ling, Fang Xing, Shi Shuai and Classmate Hu Su. In the end, the total score will be calculated by adding up the distance they threw. One meter is one point! Full score is one hundred meters! "
After saying that, the old referee handed the special red solid ball to Shi Shuai. "You go first!" The old referee did not do this intentionally. It was purely because Shi Shuai was closer to the ball. It was true that Shi Shuai had left a very deep impression on people the day before yesterday as a contrarian.
However, he had to be given a chance to change … what if he did well today?
An ordinary person's medicine ball weighed between five and eight kilograms. If a Foundation Establishment cultivator used an ordinary medicine ball, it naturally wouldn't be a problem to throw it several hundred meters. However, this red medicine ball had been specially custom-made by the cultivation academy for Foundation Establishment cultivators to use in competitions. Although it was small, it weighed a hundred kilograms.
The moment Shi Shuai touched it, his hands couldn't help sinking. Although it wasn't as easy as the old referee holding the ball with one hand, it wasn't a problem for him to throw it. The old judge was a Cultivator of the Golden Core Stage. For him, the medicine ball of the Building Foundation Stage was as heavy as a chicken.
On the other side, the remaining two referees had already set up a "sand path" on No. 60 High's sports field using a sand gourd magic treasure to prevent the medicine ball from damaging the sports field when it fell to the ground. The sand path was one hundred meters long, but the three referees generally felt that Foundation Establishment students who hadn't gone through professional training wouldn't be able to throw it very far.
Yesterday, the furthest the two key high schools' Reliance High School and Prime Elevation High School had thrown was only seventy meters.
What was more, No. 60 High School didn't have the ability to compete in the medicine ball event in previous years. It had lost the last two years, and had been at the bottom of the table. No. 59 High School's result had been a long way behind No. 60 High School's.
When it was time to officially throw the medicine ball, Shi Shuai couldn't help looking at Wang Ling. He had been looking for an opportunity to apologize to him all this time.
Shi Shuai had been planning this since the opening ceremony the day before yesterday. He had repeated his apology lines countless times in his heart, but just couldn't get them out. Furthermore, there were a lot of people nearby now, and he was too embarrassed to do so …
"Let's compete first … then look for another opportunity!" Shi Shuai secretly grit his teeth, then looked at the one hundred meters of sand in front of him with a serious expression.
He gathered strength, then positioned his body like a "catapult," and threw the ball forward with a roar. "— Go!!!"
Shi Shuai's medicine ball flew in a perfect arc in the air and finally fell into the sandpit in front of him …
The hell?!
Seventy-three meters?
The old referee and the two referees on the side, as well as Teacher Ye and all the students in the field, were directly stupefied …
On the side, Fang Xing smiled as if he had expected this.
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