At this time, all the classes were writing their summer camp diaries in their tents. This was a task assigned to them by the teachers leading each team. All the students participating in this summer camp had to write down their reflections on the road in a diary of at least 1,000 words. This was the same as the "military training diary" from the six schools' joint military training exercise, but it was different from an ordinary military training diary.
Because this summer camp diary counted for points!
The key to getting high marks was to write down some of the reflections on the spirit plants they had seen on the road, including some theories on how they could be used after understanding their pharmacological effects. To put it bluntly, it was a competition to see who had the biggest brain holes.
The summer camp diary's overall score accounted for 50% of the total score for the entire summer camp activity.
Hence, everyone had to pay attention to it.
"Dopey, what are you writing? Can you let me have a look after you're done? " Super Chen had always been weak in liberal arts. Inside the military tent, he bit a pen in his mouth and held the diary in his hand, feeling like he didn't know where to start.
Writing was the most difficult thing …
Furthermore, it had to be 1,000 words …
It was one thing to hold it back in high school, but Super Chen reckoned that if he entered university and entered a major that had nothing to do with liberal arts, he might not even be able to squeeze out 500 words.
"I'm also thinking about a theme; it's a little complicated. So I'm going to start with a political perspective for the first day's diary. " Dopey Guo was the political class representative, and was good at criticizing the current situation. The most important thing was that he had a lot of gossip on hand, so he didn't have to worry about not having something to write about. It was just that whether what he wrote was up to standard and whether it was of good quality was another matter.
But writing a summer camp diary in the form of a political class essay had to be done carefully … Otherwise, he would have to take responsibility if there were any deviations in the report in the future.
"If you don't have a theme, you can ask Lotus Sun. Her tent is very lively, and a lot of people go there to ask for advice. Little Peanut was halfway through writing when he heard that the two of them still hadn't decided on a theme, so he hurriedly said this.
Super Chen: "Lotus Sun?"
Dopey Guo: "It's very normal for Lotus Sun to know. Every year, there are experts sent by Huaguo Water Curtain Group in the scientific research team. These experts were originally from the research institute, and were then hired by Huaguo Water Curtain Group at sky-high salaries. Our country's only fifth-grade spirit medicine laboratory was jointly built by Lotus Sun's family and the research institute. Huaguo Water Curtain Group invests a lot of money every year in the cultivation of spirit plants and the refinement of pills … "
Super Chen tsked. According to Dopey Guo's explanation, Lotus Sun clearly had plenty of opportunities to secretly take supplementary lessons … Furthermore, it was likely that she would major in pharmacology when she entered university. As the eldest daughter of Huaguo Water Curtain Group, she had a very heavy burden on her shoulders.
Speaking up to this point, Dopey Guo pulled open the curtain to take a look. Sure enough, there were students from various schools crowding outside her tent … Lotus Sun's good looks had always made her very popular. Some of them had come to ask questions, while others had naturally come to harass her.
Super Chen pursed his lips. "I'm afraid these people are wasting their time on Lotus Sun … I keep thinking that Student Lotus Sun already has someone she likes." After saying this, Super Chen looked at Wang Ling for some reason, which made Wang Ling's hand tremble and he break his pen …
Little Peanut: "Lotus Sun has someone she likes?"
"It should be …"
Super Chen actually wasn't too sure. "And I think this person is in our class."
Wang Ling: "…"
While the two of them were talking, Dopey Guo came back from outside the tent with a shocked expression on his face.
Little Peanut: "What's wrong?"
Dopey Guo: "Lotus Sun will definitely get full marks for her diary this time … Guess what the title of her diary is?"
Wang Ling, Super Chen and Little Peanut: "???"
Dopey Guo: "'My World's Top 500 Companies' Dad's Tutoring on Spirit Plants. '"
Wang Ling: "…"
Super Chen: "…"
Little Peanut: "…"
…
…
Everyone was busy writing in their diaries, and Wang Ling's wasn't going well either. It wasn't that he didn't know how to write, but that he always felt uneasy when he wrote.
Suddenly, he raised his head.
He had a strong feeling that Wang Ming was going to be in danger.
Apart from the Omen Dream, all of Wang Ling's danger warnings were targeted at individuals. But there were times when brothers really did have a very strange connection, even if Wang Ming and Wang Ling weren't biological brothers, and were only cousins.
But at the end of the day, the bloodline of the Wang Clan flowed through his veins.
This signal of danger was very strong, and almost instantly made Wang Ling nervous. He hurriedly looked in the direction of Wang Mingjun's tent, and sure enough, he sensed killing intent permeating it.
He was about to get up, but in the next moment, the world in front of him became clear, and he was actually sucked into a dark space.
A moment later, a ray of golden light appeared in front of Wang Ling. It gathered bit by bit in front of him and finally coalesced into a person he was familiar with.
Wang Ling hadn't expected the Heavenly Dao Golden Man to show up on its own.
The golden three-inch man said, "This is the Heavenly Dao Space."
Wang Ling sat down cross-legged and stared at the golden three-inch man who was the embodiment of Heavenly Dao. He didn't quite understand what the golden three-inch man was trying to do; his Mind-Reading Ability couldn't work on Heavenly Dao.
This was because the Heavenly Dao itself was an existence without emotions.
The golden three-inch man: "The purpose of my trip here is to warn you that it's best if you don't make a move."
Cupping his chin, Wang Ling instantly understood the golden man's purpose in coming here; he was probably talking about Wang Ming.
The golden three-inch man: "This is a tribulation he has to experience in his life. If he can successfully overcome it, the heavens will bless him. But if he is obstructed by external forces, the tribulation he will encounter in the future will be even more troublesome and troublesome. Going against the heavens will never end well … "
Wang Ling said telepathically, "So this is a notice?"
The golden three-inch man: "You can think of it that way … I just hope that things don't develop to the point of no return, otherwise it'll be too late for regrets."
For the first time, Wang Ling felt that the Heavenly Dao was quite considerate …
Wang Ling carefully sized up the golden three-inch man in front of him and seemed to have noticed something, so he asked telepathically, "You seem different from the Heavenly Dao golden man I've seen before."
The golden three-inch man instantly broke out in a sweat. Back at the Heavenly Dao Conference, he had already said that this guy in front of him was extremely dangerous.
Now that he had come into contact with him, the golden three-inch man felt even more apprehensive.
After a brief silence, he confessed, "The person who made an equivalent transaction with you before was my dad."
Wang Ling was startled. "???" The Heavenly Dao actually had a family …
The golden three-inch man: "My dad should have informed you that you were going to make a move, but he didn't want to, so my grandfather beat him up. Now, I'll be the one to inform you. "
"…"
Wang Ling: "Do all of you look the same?"
The golden three-inch man was silent. "We're not exactly the same … we're called golden three-inch men. But a lot of people don't know what it means to be a golden three-inch man. "
Wang Ling: "???"
The golden three-inch man: "Indeed, we're all three inches tall, but there's still a difference between the Tower of Babel. The older the Heavenly Dao, the longer it is … Of course, it's usually withdrawn into the abdomen."
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