Near the end of school, Dopey Guo walked over to Wang Ling's desk and placed two large bags of high-grade dog food on it. The three words "Soul Servant Shop" were written on the bags in large letters. They didn't specify the manufacturer, and only the date of production and expiration were marked.
Dopey Guo's family had produced this dog food. Wang Ling glanced at the production date and saw that it had been yesterday. It was actually quite common for a pet shop to be entrusted with custom-made food for a soul pet. Wang Ling's conclusion about Classmate Dopey Guo was that apart from his studies, this Classmate Guo was a loyal and reliable person.
"I missed Loopy Toad a lot when it wasn't around these two days." As Dopey Guo spoke, he didn't forget to push up his glasses. "These two bags of dog food are custom-made for it. If it's not enough, come find me again. Oh, that's right, the flavor is marked in the bottom left corner of the bag. "
Hearing Dopey Guo's words, Wang Ling immediately looked over.
In the bottom left corner of the white bag were the following words: New Orleans Fly Flavor …
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When Wang Ling got home, he found Father Wang leaning against the sofa and smoking. It had been a full twenty-four hours since he had learned the true identity of the old man's first love. It was very obvious that even now, Father Wang still hadn't recovered from such a shocking fact.
The most troublesome thing about the whole matter was that the old man had been in a one-sided love at the time … he hadn't been able to find an opportunity or excuse to ask Teacher Pan out at all. The most important thing was that the other party was Wang Ling's teacher-in-charge. Even Wang Ling felt that this matter was a little impeccable, and he didn't know where to start …
Father Wang looked absentmindedly at the old man and Mother Wang who were always busy in the kitchen, and heaved a deep sigh. "Ling Ling, try to think of a way to deal with grandpa's matter. Just now, your school sent a message to the parents' group chat saying that there will be a parent-teacher conference at six o 'clock next Monday night. Did you know about this? "
Wang Ling frowned. He had heard Teacher Pan mention the parent-teacher conference in class before, but he hadn't expected it to start so soon.
Next Monday …
Was the first dark Monday at No. 60 High School coming?
Wang Ling murmured in his heart.
Growing up, the parent-teacher conference was probably an indispensable part of a child's education. Through face-to-face contact with the teacher, the parents could easily learn from the teacher how to make roasted meat with bamboo shoots taste better (Note 1).
Of course, compared with other people, Wang Ling had never been afraid of formality like the parent-teacher conference.
First of all, his grades were very unremarkable. According to Father and Mother Wang's requirements, he was always in the middle, so he had almost never received any comments from the teachers at previous parent-teacher conferences.
Secondly, even if a teacher criticized Wang Ling, Father and Mother Wang wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Because … Wang Ling's education was never to be beaten. Shadow Stream Red Ribbon leader Xu Ying was a good example …
Finally, there was something else to be said … he could actually count on his fingers the number of times Father and Mother Wang had gone to the parent-teacher conference, and most of the time, they had found someone else to take their place …
Sure enough, before Wang Ling could say anything, Father Wang picked up the newspaper from the coffee table, pushed up his glasses, and said, "I'm going to start a new book recently, so I'll be pretty busy typing at home. Your Uncle Song is still rushing me for the manuscript. Your mom has to take care of your grandpa, so she probably won't have time to go. So for the parent-teacher conference, just ask your friend to take your place as usual. "
Wang Ling: "…"
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It wasn't time for the Wang family's dinner yet, so Wang Ling returned to his bedroom with a headache. As soon as he entered, he saw Loopy Toad lying on the floor with a pen in its paw as it scribbled something crookedly in its diary.
Wang Ling realized that ever since Loopy Toad had been forced to turn into a dog from its primordial spirit form, its attitude had changed one hundred and eighty degrees from its initial resistance to its gradual acceptance of reality. It was very obvious that this guy was already starting to adapt to human life.
It was very inconvenient to use a dog paw to hold a pen, even if Loopy Toad used spirit energy to help unblock its meridians and make its paw more nimble. But because of its physiological structure, it still found it extremely strenuous. Loopy Toad had initially wanted to practice writing in its diary, but after some thought, it decided to practice its proficiency with a pen through simple drawing.
Loopy Toad had been practicing since the afternoon, and the trash can was full of unfinished manuscripts.
Wang Ling looked at the painting that Loopy Toad had painstakingly practiced for several hours before finally completing, and gave his own evaluation: although the lines were still not smooth and the picture was still as rough as mosaics, Wang Ling could still vaguely tell from the geometric composition of two circles and several triangles that Loopy Toad had probably drawn a sparrow.
As a dog, and a dog that could draw, this was already very difficult …
Wang Ling rubbed Loopy Toad's head and felt that it was a waste of this guy's talent if it didn't perform in a circus.
Loopy Toad: "…" This was clearly a f * * king parrot! That stupid bird Dopey who bullied it every day!
Wang Ling: "…" Parrot your sister! She bullies you every day and you still draw her, you really are a f * * king masochist!
One man and one dog stared at this abstract bird drawing for a long time, and Wang Ling felt that there were already no words to describe how f * * king it was …
At that moment, Wang Ling felt the electronic wristwatch on his wrist vibrate, and he actually received a text message at this time.
There weren't many people who knew Wang Ling's number. Suspiciously, Wang Ling opened the message, which only contained a few short words: Brother Ling, look for me on QQ!
Wang Ling didn't even need to look at the number to know who the message was from just by looking at the title … it was Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal.
After Wang Ling logged into QQ, he instantly saw a chat window from Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal. "Brother Ling, I heard from the brothers and sisters in the group that you were looking for me earlier? I'm really sorry, I went out to do something for a little brother of mine. My little brother's lab was destroyed by a bastard, and I was going to talk to you about it. Do you want to stand up for my little brother and drag that bastard out to beat him up? "
"…" Wang Ling sent a string of ellipses to prove his existence.
Then, he fell into a long silence as he looked at this string of messages.
It was obvious that Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was already used to his "Brother Ling's" taciturn way of expressing himself. "Let's talk about teaching this bastard a lesson at length. So, why are you looking for me, Brother Ling? "
After a moment of silence, Wang Ling selected an image of the "stone ghost mask" in the photo gallery and sent it out.
Following the image was a string of text that Wang Ling had typed: "Have you seen this mask before?"
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