Director Shi was stupefied. How could there be such a parent in the world …
In disbelief, she looked at the phone number in the parent's address book to confirm that she hadn't called the wrong person. But when she had called him just now, it had felt like she had called a fake father! Previously, there had always been rumors in school that Student Wang Ling came from a poor family and had a very cold personality. Now that Director Shi thought about it, she felt that this had something to do with his family education.
Student Wang Ling's family circumstances were a little tragic!
Feeling this way, Director of Teaching Director Shi's maternal instincts overflowed in that moment. She suddenly felt that she usually cared too little about Student Wang Ling. Although this child was in the elite class and his academic performance definitely wouldn't be bad … she still had to pay attention to the psychological factor. No. 60 High's school style advocated two things: educating people and teaching!
The importance of educating people comes before teaching!
It wasn't right for teachers to blindly pursue grades, and the students' spiritual education was equally important. Headmaster Chen had emphasized this point many times at the staff meeting.
Now, Director Shi's mind was full of regret as she made the call. She didn't know if Student Wang Ling was still alive … But Director Shi and the other No. 60 High teachers all had heavy hearts at that moment.
Elsewhere, in the office of the General Administration of 100 Schools, not long after the old Secretary's commendation call, the bad news about Wang Ling came again.
This time, it was Headmaster Chen himself who called Odd Zhuo.
Some students were surprised, and as headmaster, Headmaster Chen couldn't escape the blame.
On the phone, Headmaster Chen's voice was very sorrowful, but Odd Zhuo still didn't know which student had been taken away. "Student Zhuo …" This was Headmaster Chen's habit of addressing this old graduate.
"I already know, headmaster …" Odd Zhuo's voice was also very gloomy.
No one had expected that after the Demon Hunters Association's attack on No. 60 High's elite group of overseas returnees had died, that President Bai would actually launch another attack and abduct a student.
"I'm ready to resign."
Headmaster Chen sighed deeply. "If this student suffers misfortune because of this mistake, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life …"
"Headmaster …"
Odd Zhuo was moved. "Calm down first, headmaster. How about we think of a way together? Maybe that student is still alive … "
"He's just a Foundation Establishment student. His body wouldn't be able to withstand being sucked directly into a space fissure like this." Headmaster Chen was very agitated.
Odd Zhuo: "Can I ask Headmaster Chen which student it is exactly?"
"You've seen that student before."
Headmaster Chen replied, "Student Wang Ling from Grade One, Class Three."
"…"
Odd Zhuo cried out in his heart: Oh my god! Master had been captured by demons!
…
Half an hour before the incident, Wang Ling had already sensed something strange at the school gate. It was the earliest time for Grade One students to finish school. Usually, after school, students would stay in class to discuss their homework for a while before leaving. The reason why Wang Ling had left especially early was because he had sensed the murderous intent at the school gate.
With his King's Eye, he saw that there was a hidden space trap there. As long as a student walked out of the school gate, they would be sucked into the space.
Sure enough, that obstinate person still came …
Wang Ling sighed in his heart.
There were always some people in this world who didn't understand human language, and Wang Ling felt that he had already done all he could.
The moment he was sucked into the space, Wang Ling's face was expressionless. The tear in space didn't affect his body at all. Furthermore, the moment he was sucked into the space, he had already cast a spell to eliminate the space trap and directly block the crack so that he was the only one who was sucked in.
After landing on the ground, Wang Ling carefully looked around.
This was a completely independent space, and Wang Ling's initial judgment was that this was probably the internal space of a magic artifact.
The entire space was a snow-white world that seemed to have no end.
That President Bai had used a magic artifact and his own spell to separate this space.
Wang Ling brushed off the crumbs on his school uniform, which had been left behind after he had fallen into the space crack. These were the flotsam that had been drawn in from other spaces when the space crack had formed. In the end, these flotsam had been broken down into very dirty particles and debris.
Wang Ling was a little unhappy; this stuff was hard to wash … his school uniform was dirty, and he didn't know if enchanted detergent would be able to wash it clean.
While Wang Ling was thinking this, the space in front of him distorted slightly, and a young man with a deathly pale face holding a black umbrella walked out of the space.
This person was none other than President Bai.
President Bai's aura was already different from what Wang Ling had sensed before.
"We should put an end to our grudge today." President Bai let go of Wang Ling, and the small black umbrella floated behind him to reveal his entire face.
At that moment, Wang Ling saw a very deep black mark between President Bai's eyebrows.
This was proof that he had offered his body and soul for a trade.
As the Heavenly Dao said, everything in the world was in balance, and equivalent exchange was an unchanging iron law. Given President Bai's original level, if he wanted to improve his strength, he could only rely on this "shortcut" to "become stronger" by selling his soul and sacrificing his lifespan.
President Bai stared at Wang Ling, full of confidence in himself after becoming stronger. "I've already thoroughly investigated your strength. You're a True Immortal, right?"
Wang Ling: "…"
"Your Excellency has sabotaged our Demon Hunters Association's grand plan time and time again, and our association won't let Your Excellency have an easy time." President Bai's voice was low as he stared fixedly at Wang Ling and gnashed his teeth. "In order to deal with Your Excellency, I didn't hesitate to sacrifice a thousand years of my lifespan in exchange for this opportunity to improve …"
Wang Ling raised his eyebrows. He had indeed heard Mr Lu mention some information about President Bai before. This President Bai had an extremely powerful regenerative ability to begin with, and it was even more terrifying than Elder Yaren's. It was the kind of instantaneous self-healing ability that might have already healed while he was still being beaten.
Now that President Bai had been strengthened overall, Wang Ling felt that his self-healing ability should be even stronger than before.
Wang Ling remembered that he had slapped the Master of Immortal Mansion before.
Two slaps to deal with Evil Sword God …
So here was the problem …
To deal with this President Bai … how many times could he slap him?
Wang Ling didn't know yet, but he felt a little irritated.
It was almost time for the final exams, and he had a lot of homework to do when he got home, which he hadn't finished yet!
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