On the morning of May 18th, the fourth week of school, Wang Ling changed into his school uniform.
After washing up and tidying up his appearance, he was ready to go out. When he reached the entrance and opened the door, he saw the old man sitting alone in the courtyard of the Wang family's small villa, obediently absorbing the light of the dawn sun like a young sapling crying piteously for food.
When one reached old age, the amount of time they spent sleeping would inevitably shorten. Wang Ling had cast a soothing spell on the old man last night, but in the end, he still hadn't been able to suppress the old man's biological clock.
Seeing Wang Ling come out, the old man sitting at the door was dazed for a moment before he handed Wang Ling two lunchboxes full of food. "These are sweet and sour spare ribs and stir-fried squid with soy sauce."
Wang Ling was startled. "…" They were actually normal home-cooked dishes!
Wang Ling touched the warm lunchboxes. Although he didn't know if the old man had added salt to the food this time, he still couldn't help feeling moved. Just as he was about to say something, the old man pursed his lips and spoke again. "I've been waiting at the door for a long time, but my grandson hasn't come out. You must be Jingke … hurry up and bring this food to my grandson."
Wang Ling: "…"
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After three whole weeks of school, the atmosphere in the class was clearly a lot better than it had been at the start of the semester. The commissary in charge of studies, Little Peanut, began to collect homework one by one. His real name was Su Xiao. There was someone in class who would deliberately write "Su Xiao" as "Su Xiao" on the roster on the blackboard.
This was Su Xiao's first nickname after entering the elite class of Grade One, Class Three of No. 60 High School.
Like his name, Su Xiao was very small. After all, as a boy, he was only 1.64 meters tall, which was quite a pain in the ass just thinking about it. But it had to be said that Su Xiao had a very good personality. He was cute and fair, and not only did the teachers like him, he was also quite popular in class. After the people in the class became familiar with Su Xiao, they gave Su Xiao a cute nickname, Little Peanut.
Collecting homework was a technical job. In the first two weeks of school, homework would always be collected the fastest, and students would always be quiet and serious in class. But after two weeks, all kinds of problems would start to surface.
This was the so-called curse of the first two weeks of school!
Furthermore, even the elite students of No. 60 High might not be able to handle this curse …
Wang Ling had divided Grade One, Class Three that morning into four major parties.
First, the Calm and Composed Scholarly Tyrant Party. He was referring to Lotus Sun, Feather Lin, and Li Xuanjing. He completed his homework ahead of time and prepared his lessons in advance. He did not panic at all.
Second, the moderate Normies. Wang Ling felt that he belonged to this party. ;
Thirdly, only be an idiot. This faction was most commonly seen in normal classes and remedial classes. Although similar situations occasionally occurred in elite classes, it was still very rare.
Fourthly, we must wipe out the entire party with extreme haste. The first to bear the brunt of this party's attack were Super Chen and Hero Guo, these two fat gaming nerds.
Furthermore, the members of this party gave Little Peanut a headache.
"You two, I'll give you five more minutes at most," Little Peanut said a little helplessly as he stood in front of them.
Based on past times, Teacher Pan would arrive in class on time to supervise the morning self-study period in five minutes at most.
Looking at his wristwatch, Little Peanut estimated Super Chen and Hero Guo's current progress in copying homework, and sighed in his heart.
Collecting homework was a technical job, and copying homework was even more so.
Looking at the time, Super Chen decided to speed up. He took out another pen from his pencil case and actually started to write with both hands!
"It's actually the legendary Flow of Two Pens!" Everyone in class was stupefied. This was a godly skill that had been circulating in school, and was a spell that a mysterious senior sister had developed based on General Yi's Flow of Two Pens!
The Flow of Two Pens spell used both hands to copy at the same time, which greatly increased the speed of copying. But it also had two weaknesses. First, the handwriting was always crooked when it wasn't used to. Second, one needed to pay special attention when copying.
Little Peanut leaned forward and looked curiously at Super Chen's workbook, and his pupils couldn't help contracting!
F * * k! This handwriting was too neat and beautiful … this wasn't copying homework at all, it was completely printing!
Little Peanut had never expected that there would be an expert in the Flow of Two Pens in class.
Seeing this, Wang Ling also blushed with shame. It was very obvious that this skill had already been maxed out by Super Chen. It was completely impossible to achieve this level of proficiency without more than ten years of accumulated cultivation.
"I never thought that there would be someone by my side who has mastered the Flow of Two Pens technique!" Master of Dopey narrowed his eyes as he looked at Super Chen.
Under everyone's stupefied gazes, Dopey swiftly took out a pen from his pencil case and started to copy the homework!
— Flow of Two Pens again!
Everyone in class was horrified.
But now, there were only three minutes left …
Ding ling ling! — The bell for the morning self-study period had already rung.
Little Peanut looked nervously back outside the classroom. It was as if he could already hear Teacher Pan's footsteps as she walked out of the office and approached the classroom step by step!
No … at this rate, it was already too late!
In the classroom, the students around him couldn't help shaking their heads.
Super Chen concentrated his mental strength and continued to write with both hands as he wrote vigorously. Suddenly, he roared, "Now isn't the time to give up!"
At that moment, Super Chen sped up again! It was as if everyone could hear the sound of Super Chen's hot blood hitting his muscles! The students in class couldn't help their blood boiling …
"…" Wang Ling was a little speechless. To be so hot-blooded even when copying homework, there was really no one else like him.
With two minutes left, Super Chen had already entered the final stage, and his copying speed was almost on par with Master of Dopey Hero Guo's.
But at that moment, Super Chen actually took out another pen from his pencil case and held it in his mouth!
Instantly, there were countless exclamations in the class!
— F * * k! Flow of Three Pens?!
The increase in speed from the Flow of Three Pens was obvious.
But it was very obvious that although Super Chen had mastered this technique, the words he had written with his lip muscles were much less recognizable than before. But the words could still be seen clearly.
As the commissary in charge of studies, Little Peanut's jaw had already dropped.
On the other side, seeing that Super Chen was already in the final sprint, Master of Dopey actually stopped copying.
Had he already given up?
Wang Ling narrowed his eyes and propped his head up with one hand as he swept his gaze over the battle between the two men in front of him.
Master of Dopey smiled devilishly and directly took out two pens from his pencil case.
Then …
He silently stuck them into his nostrils.
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On this day, all the boys and girls in Grade One, Class Three who saw this scene completely knelt on the spot!
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PS: I saw a lot of book friends ridiculing Wang Ling's character design. Hm … it was drawn by a friend of mine. Although it might not be satisfactory, and it might lack some details and charm, it's already done its best. Ku Xuanjun has already hired a professional cartoonist to customize the official character design of our Great God Wang Ling. Please look forward to it.
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