Wang Ling used the Space Sketch Spell to draw Teacher Pan's appearance on paper. The last time he had used this spell was when he had asked Zheng Tan to look for Wang Ming. What Wang Ling hadn't expected was that the subject of his drawing this time would actually be his teacher-in-charge!
Father Wang stared at Wang Ling's sketch, pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, and fell into an enigmatic silence. "…"
Because the woman in the portrait had lived in an office for a long time, her figure was slightly out of shape. Although it wasn't to the extent of a bucket waist, one could clearly see the swim rings on her belly. Her unconventional ponytail was already mottled with white hair, and the passage of time had added a lot of wrinkles to her face. No matter how much Father Wang thought about it, he couldn't connect Teacher Pan with the image of that young girl in his memory.
"Are you sure … your teacher-in-charge, Teacher Pan, is that girl who's a little green?"
Wang Ling kicked Loopy Toad's dog butt, and Loopy Toad barked aggrievedly.
Hiss! —
Father Wang couldn't help sucking in a cold breath … this was really too f * * king shocking!
In the middle of the night, Mother Wang was upstairs applying a face mask and the old man had gone to bed early. Father and son of the Wang family looked at Teacher Pan's portrait and leaned against the sofa in the study lifelessly, sighing uncontrollably.
The really troublesome thing wasn't that Old Man Wang's first love was Teacher Pan, but that Wang Ling had to think of a way to arrange for Teacher Pan and the old man to meet. This was the most troublesome part!
Because this matter was so shocking, Father Wang wasn't even in the mood to type, and really wanted some peace and quiet … he casually put the portrait down on the table and went upstairs to sleep.
After Wang Ling returned to his small bedroom alone, he couldn't sleep all night, because he really couldn't think of a way to bring the old man and Teacher Pan together for a perfect encounter that didn't seem all that abrupt after so many years …
Wang Ling felt that this was a real pain in the ass …
Early the next morning, when it was already almost dawn, Wang Ling went out. The old man was sitting alone at the door, basking in the sun.
This time, the old man had packed Wang Ling's lunch box with two cold dishes. One was black fungus mixed with cucumber, and the other was husband and wife lung slices.
Wang Ling was startled again. "…" He felt that these two dishes prepared by the old man had a different meaning.
When Wang Ling reached out to take the lunchbox, the old man pulled him back. "Ling Ling, I dreamed of your grandmother again …"
Wang Ling was silent.
"She became younger and as beautiful as before …" The old man smiled blissfully. "On the day she left, I held her in my arms. She told me softly that we would still be husband and wife in our next life …"
Speaking up to this point, the old man's eyes welled up with tears, but he forced them back as they welled up in his eyes. "She told me in my dream that she wanted to eat the cold dishes I made myself … Ling Ling, please help me cook these two dishes for her!"
Wang Ling: "…" So this wasn't made for me?!
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Today, every class in school was unusually harmonious because Secretary Dakang was going to send an inspection team. The phenomenon of copying homework in each class was much more restrained. As soon as Wang Ling stepped into the school building, he saw a young man with a blue cuff tied around his arm walking through the corridors and inspecting each class to see if there were any violations of the rules.
Wang Ling had heard of this young man before. His name was Yu Heng, and he was a Grade Three senior at No. 60 High School, as well as the current group (clan) leader of No. 60 High School's Student Union's inspection team. People gave him the nickname "Clan Leader Yu"!
Clan Leader Yu had a characteristic, and that was that he was very experienced and slick. There would always be some violations of the rules in school early in the morning, but as long as he didn't discover them, he naturally wouldn't expose them. He was about to graduate, so there was really no need to offend people. Furthermore, Clan Leader Yu didn't have the habit of repeatedly inspecting each class. Just taking a cursory look at each class was enough. The reason was very simple … as a Grade Three graduate, Clan Leader Yu hadn't even f * * king finished his own homework! Where did he get the time to do inspections?!
But there was nothing he could do about it. A lot of the time, school leaders liked to make things up. Actually, Yu Heng didn't believe that there were no cases of students copying homework in key city high schools … Of course, this wasn't to advocate copying homework.
As the saying went, everything was reasonable …
Clan Leader Yu felt that there were times when students couldn't finish their homework on time, so copying it once or twice was actually understandable.
When Wang Ling arrived at the classroom, he saw Clan Leader Yu step into Grade One, Class Three. After sweeping his gaze around lazily, he asked a little tiredly, "Who's your commissary in charge of studies?"
Then, Little Peanut stepped forward and raised his hand.
"It's me …"
Little Peanut wasn't tall, and standing in front of Yu Heng, he looked like a primary school student. He lowered his head and blinked. "Senior Yu, don't worry, all the students in our class are very serious! There's absolutely … no cases of anyone copying homework. "
Yu Heng stared at Little Peanut for a while with his dead fish eyes, and with one glance he could tell that this adorably silly junior brother was lying. Specifically: his speech was uncertain, his gaze was erratic, his movements were unnatural … also, what the hell was this honey blush?!
But since he indeed hadn't caught anyone copying homework, Yu Heng wasn't so bored as to argue. "Mm, that's all for today's inspection." After saying that, he didn't forget to pat Little Peanut on the head as he sighed in his heart: This young man has a bright future.
Whether it was primary school, middle school or high school, Grade One was always the most restrained; if you did something wrong, you would be afraid of being caught, and you would be on tenterhooks all day long. As a veteran of No. 60 High School for three years, Clan Leader Yu could see through Little Peanut's thoughts with one glance. But this was all irrelevant, because he thought that it wouldn't be long before Little Peanut would turn into a wily old fox.
When Wang Ling returned to his seat, Clan Leader Yu was already ready to leave after his swift and decisive inspection. As soon as he stepped out of Grade One, Class Three, Master of Dopey started to shout, "Clan Leader Yu, don't worry, as outstanding youngsters with upright values, we absolutely won't copy homework!" After saying this, Master of Dopey felt that the red scarf hidden in the depths of his heart had become a lot brighter.
Little Peanut covered his face in shame. "Classmate Guo, your, your nose …"
Master of Dopey rubbed his nose and realized that it was actually bleeding. "Ah, I must have been too excited! Yes, that must be it! The justice in my heart is telling me that copying homework is a very evil act! "
Wang Ling stared at Dopey. "…" This guy was definitely using the Four Strokes Style to copy homework again!
After that, Master of Dopey returned to his seat, but as soon as his butt touched the seat, he shot up as if he had been electrocuted.
Wang Ling heard Master of Dopey sigh in his heart: Ai, my butt hurts … if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have used the Five Strokes Style …
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