The school had calculated the route for the return trip, and used a one-stop bus service that passed by each student's house.
Wang Ling's house was the furthest away, and he was also the last to get home.
The school had specially paid the bus driver for overtime to ensure that each student got home safely. Despite the long journey, the old driver didn't complain at all after receiving the money.
It was just that when he dropped Wang Ling off at his house, the driver couldn't help sighing for Wang Ling when he saw the Wang family's small villa by the road, which looked like a deserted village nightclub …
— This child was really pitiful!
Nowadays, housing prices in the city weren't expensive, but he couldn't even afford a house in the school district in the city, and was actually living in this deserted suburb. Wouldn't it take a lot of time to get to and from school every day?
The driver calculated in his heart that even if he took the fastest spirit bus, it would still take him two hours to get to No. 60 High School. That would be four hours for a round trip. If this child had to work so hard to get to school, he definitely didn't get enough sleep! No wonder he had a poker face!
Wang Ling was indeed a little tired … the main reason was the long bus ride, otherwise he would have gotten home long ago!
Sighing a little tiredly, Wang Ling stretched and was about to get off the bus. When he reached the front door, the driver uncle called out to him. "… Classmate!"
Wang Ling turned his head with a blank expression on his face. "???"
The driver uncle fumbled in his trouser pocket and took out his wallet. He then took out five hundred yuan bills and stuffed them into Wang Ling's hand. "Classmate, I'm also a part-time worker. But looking at your living conditions, it really isn't easy. I don't have much money, but it's a small token of my appreciation. You must accept it! "
"…"
Standing on the side of the road, Wang Ling watched the old driver drive the bus off into the distance, five hundred yuan clutched in his hand and his face a mess in the wind.
…
…
When Wang Ling got home, it was dark in the front hall, and there was only a faint light in the living room, from which the faint sound of a television could be heard. As soon as Wang Ling heard it, he knew that it was Mother Wang's favorite TV series, The Legend of Zhen Huan … This was the sequel to the famous Princess Pearl. It was an inspirational story about a young girl named Zhen Huan, who used her own hard work, sweat, wit, and courage to stand out from the other athletes, and finally walked onto the World Cultivation Olympic Games.
Mother Wang had already seen the plot on TV, and now the late-night time slot was all reruns. Mother Wang stayed in the living room, waiting for her baby son to come back.
However, in the end, he still couldn't resist the sleepiness.
At the end of the day, Mother Wang was just an ordinary person. Although she had some foundation in Body Tempering, in the end, she was just a muscular middle-aged woman. They couldn't be compared to cultivators.
Mother Wang leaned against the sofa, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, probably having a good dream. She was covered with a small blanket, which Father Wang had probably covered her up after seeing her.
Wang Ling looked at the time; it was almost two in the morning …
Wang Ling raised his hand, and a spirit light appeared, directly teleporting Mother Wang to the bed in the bedroom.
Then, Wang Ling quietly went to the second floor. After being separated from his little bedroom for four days, Wang Ling suddenly felt a sense of longing. Father and Mother Wang's master bedroom was on the third floor, and Wang Ling had already taken her up. In addition to Wang Ling's own bedroom, there was also Father Wang's study on the second floor.
At this hour, the light in the study was still on, and Father Wang was cultivating in the study …
Wang Ling instantly knew that Father Wang was most likely stuck in writing again!
For a professional web novelist, inspiration was the life of a web novelist. Father Wang wasn't highly educated, but online novels weren't written in the same way as traditional literature. Reading more novels and accumulating practical experience over a long period of time would eventually lead to progress. Father Wang had been in this line of work for more than ten years, and his writing was definitely passable. At his current level, he was no longer at the stage where he would type tens of thousands of words every day as a newbie. Father Wang thought hard every day about how to conceive plots and write more interesting plots.
Wang Ling had never experienced what it felt like to get stuck in writing, but he could roughly imagine that it was like having a pissing meatball hidden in a nesting doll stuck in the rectum.
Writers had different ways of finding inspiration. Among them, smoking and drinking were the most common ways of finding inspiration. But Father Wang looked for inspiration in a very special way. Every time he got stuck, he would click on a certain live streaming platform and try to communicate spiritually with the female live streamers on it in order to draw inspiration for his writing.
Father Wang's full name was Wang Jiao. In order to get closer to these female live streamers, apart from spending a portion of his royalties on gifts and tips, he even gave himself a very coquettish ID called Wang Jiaomei.
Of course, Mother Wang didn't know any of this. Because if she did, it was very likely that Father Wang wouldn't be able to see the sun rise at dawn … In order to prevent Wang Ling from telling anyone, Father Wang had even unilaterally increased Wang Ling's allowance, which could be said to be very thoughtful.
Perhaps it was because he had been on the run for four days and too many things had happened, so it was rare for him to have some quiet time late at night. For some reason, Wang Ling was also in the mood that night. Lying restlessly in bed, he wanted to see what on earth Father Wang was talking about.
Wang Ling felt that he had definitely been infected by Hero Guo, who had never been so gossipy in the past.
Sitting up straight, Wang Ling looked in the direction of the study, his pupils blossoming like a kaleidoscope. Very quickly, the wall in front of him became transparent, and his gaze pierced straight through it to focus on Father Wang's computer screen.
Wang Ling looked at the title of the live stream room which Father Wang had entered, which read [Your Moon, My Heart]. Next to the title was the female live streamer's ID: Little Xuan.
Wang Ling was surprised to find that he had actually heard this name before. This was a female live streamer who had recently become rather popular online. With her pure and pretty little face, sweet voice and witty answers, she was widely loved by the audience because she answered all kinds of emotional questions for the vast number of lonely people late at night.
Wang Ling looked at this female live streamer's fan ranking; Father Wang's fan points were actually in the top ten! And this female live streamer's guardian angel! Two hundred thousand fan points a month … this month, he had at least gifted this female live streamer twenty thousand!
If Wang Ling took a remote screenshot of this ranking and sent it to Mother Wang now … Wang Ling felt that not even ashes would be left of Father Wang.
But in the end, for the sake of family harmony, Wang Ling didn't do so.
It was very obvious that Father Wang was very famous in the live stream room. As soon as he went online, the system in the chat room automatically bolded and enlarged Father Wang's ID on the channel's bulletin board in gold letters — [Live Streamer Little Xuan's Guardian: Wang Jiaomei is Online!]
The live stream room was now empty; it seemed that the female live streamer had gone to the toilet …
The guardian angel of the live stream room had the privilege of speaking directly to the female live streamer.
Looking at the female live streamer's empty boudoir, Father Wang raised his eyebrows, straightaway put on his headset and cleared his throat …
Then … Wang Ling heard an extremely flirtatious voice that he had never heard before.
"Is Little Xuan here? Is Little Xuan here? Yes yes yes yes … I'm Jiaomei! "
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