This morning was destined to be anything but tranquil. Wang Ling's unscathed return became the talk of the entire No. 60 High School, and directly cemented his status as a "mascot." Wang Ling heard a lot of things. People were always animals that only knew how to cherish things after they had lost them …
Although Wang Ling had always been trying his best to keep a "low profile" and to erase his existence, when they heard the bad news about him yesterday, all the alumni of No. 60 High School, whether they knew or didn't know him, felt as if there was a fishbone stuck in their throats.
The girls in the class were usually carefree, but because of this matter yesterday, they were all wiping their tears sadly.
The person who surprised Wang Ling the most was Teacher Pan. Old Pan had asked for leave from work today. It was said that she had cried herself hoarse yesterday and was in an extremely bad state of mind, so she had no choice but to ask Director Shi for leave.
The scariest thing was always a mental blow. In all her years of teaching, Old Pan had never seen her students meet with an accident, so she had suffered a very serious psychological blow after hearing this. In class, there were times when she would be a little violent with her classmates because of their studies, but in Old Pan's eyes, every student was actually like her child.
Wang Ling had always felt that this was just a polite greeting, so after learning today that Old Pan had asked for leave and the reason for it, Wang Ling's heart sank.
When he had acted yesterday, he should have been more thoughtful. For example, if he had left a clone at school, the problem might not have developed to this extent …
But at that time, Wang Ling had sensed President Bai's murderous intent in the classroom, and hadn't had time to think about it before he had walked out of the school gate to meet the challenge. Because if he had been one step later, the space trap hidden at the school gate would have definitely sucked in the other students.
This had been an unexpected accident, and it was very obvious that President Bai had made this decision on the spur of the moment, since his eyelid warning hadn't alerted Wang Ling in advance.
Sometimes, it was really hard to guard against impromptu actions like this. But as the saying went, "Once bitten, twice shy." After this crisis experience, Wang Ling felt that if he ran into trouble again in the future, he would be a lot more familiar with it …
Hm …
Wait a minute …
Why did he say "again" …
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Not long after Wang Ling had left for school this morning, a guest came to the Wang family's small villa.
A middle-aged uncle with a righteous face and a sturdy figure in a well-ironed suit drove up to the entrance of the villa.
"Pick me up in the evening," the middle-aged man said to the driver.
"Yes, my lord." The driver nodded and drove away after the middle-aged man got out of the car. Because it was not his first time here, the driver was already familiar with the nearby roads. The closest restaurant to the villa was Midnight Dining Hall. Although Boss Tan hadn't officially opened for business yet and only offered some newly released summer snacks, it was more than enough time to polish it.
This was a "frequent guest" of the Wang family's small villa, but Wang Ling had never seen him before, because every time this uncle came over, it was always on a working day.
Inside the villa, Nurse Wang heard the noise at the door and hurried to open the door. "Welcome, sir. Please come in!"
This was an important person, and he couldn't be neglected!
When the middle-aged man entered the door, Mother Wang took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet, which was specially prepared for him.
"Brother Situ, are you still writing something upstairs?" the middle-aged man asked after changing into his slippers.
"Yes, I've written quite a lot today."
"Nice! There's a new chapter to read! "The middle-aged man smiled like a child.
Mother Wang: "What does Madam want to eat for lunch?"
"I'm fine with anything! I'm not here for food! But it's best not to make broccoli … I realize that every time I come here, there's broccoli, it's a little boring! "the middle-aged man said.
Mother Wang: "Very well, Madam …"
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Elsewhere, General Yi, who had already made up his mind to come to the Wang family's small villa to find out what was going on, was in the midst of making preparations.
Thus, it was very important to find an appropriate excuse.
As soon as General Yi arrived in Songhai city, arrangements had already been made for his "old subordinates."
In fact, it wasn't just Songhai city; General Yi's old subordinates were spread throughout every province in Huaxiu nation. Before General Yi had retired as a cultivator, all the sword cultivators in Huaxiu nation had to listen to his commands. All the sword cultivators were part of the "special police." Now that General Yi had retired as a cultivator, his old subordinates had all become leading cadres.
Thus, even though General Yi had already retired as a cultivator, these current leading cadres still maintained a hundred percent respect for his old leaders.
Logically speaking, visiting the parents of a student who was the focus of the news should have been reported to the education department, but General Yi didn't want to alarm the Alliance of Ten Thousand Schools this time, so the whole thing was carried out in secret.
"Everything is ready? What name are we going under this time? "General Yi sat in his office in Songhai city police station as he browsed through the news on Wang Ling.
He had wanted to look up personal information on this student "Wang Ling," but in the end realized that there was pitifully little information on Wang Ling in the newspapers, and there wasn't even a photo of him, whether it was in the newspapers or online …
General Yi was now becoming more and more curious about this matter. Who on earth was pulling the strings behind the scenes?
"Yes, teacher, everything has been arranged … we'll go under the name of the Poverty Relief Foundation." A department-level cadre stood respectfully in front of General Yi. This was the head of the police department. Many police officers who passed by the office door looked at him through the window with astonished expressions.
It was said that everything had its vanquisher; no one thought that the usually hot-tempered head would actually have such a well-behaved side.
"The Poverty Relief Foundation?"
"That's right … this student previously received a poverty relief program jointly launched by No. 60 High and the General Administration of 100 Schools."
"Mm, what does this child want? Energy-gathering pills? Foundation Establishment pills? Or spirit gathering pills? Or … money? "General Yi nodded as he continued to ask questions.
In one breath, he listed the names of several kinds of elixirs which were commonly used by Foundation Establishment cultivators to speed up their cultivation.
"No matter what this child wants, since we're going under the name of the Poverty Relief Foundation this time, we can't go empty-handed. No matter what we've helped before, we're going to double it this time, "General Yi said very seriously.
In the end, the head shook his head. "No, no, no, teacher, this student wants crispy noodle snacks …"
Hearing this, General Yi was blank as he suddenly felt a little old and muddle-headed …
Crispy noodle snacks?
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