The Daily Life of the Immortal King

On Sunday, November 22, the ninth day of the National Cultivation School Sports Competition, students from hundreds of schools from all over the country gathered in neat squares on the square of the Jiulong Mountain Base.

It can be seen that compared with the beginning, the delegations sent by each school basically have fewer people. Some students have accidental fractures or other more serious injuries during the competition. Exempt from attending this closing ceremony.

Yi Zhiyang and Sun Rong didn't come.

In fact, Sun Rong had already woken up, but the old man Sun from the Huaguo Water Curtain Group was worried, so he took Sun Rong back overnight for a more detailed examination.

All in all, this national gymnastics competition finally came to an end with the unilateral team show of No. 60 High School.

Many people lamented the drama of the competition.

At the same time, there are also many people who have a backlog of resentment in their hearts.

Before the competition started, no one would have thought that the No. 60 High School would lead the other teams by a large margin in the form of composition bonus points.

The promised gymnastics exchange contest!

Wang Ling thought of the time with the Spirit Sword Competition at No. 59 High School.

They didn't have many chances to show off their spirit swords at all, and this time the national gymnastics competition did not expect to repeat the same mistakes in the end.

Life really is a circle.

However, the competition is not completely without wonderful fighting scenes, such as the peak duel between Yi Zhiyang and Sun Rong, all the fighting scenes in this game can be taken out and carefully sampled repeatedly.

On the playground, Wang Ling surveyed the surrounding environment from the corner of his eye, and found that many people were staring at him.

He knew in his heart that the focus of so much attention on him was definitely not because of the battle with Nan Yixiu, but because of the composition written by his real avatar "Crispy Noodles" after the match, which made him popular...

Who knew things would develop like this!

Wang Ling sighed helplessly.

...

On the way back to Songhai City on the Sky Fairyship, Wang Ling was worried about one thing, and that was whether Father Wang would deduct his pocket money for some reason.

This national competition caused him too much gossip, and now the entire school... no, the entire Ten Thousand Schools Alliance knows that he is good at writing essays.

Fortunately, Odd Zhuo knew that he always liked to keep a low profile and didn't like to engage in such attention-grabbing operations, so Odd Zhuo had spread the word to the outside world, claiming that Wang Ling's composition this time was just a "flash in the pan".

When writing a composition, if there are no mistakes in the words and sentences, it largely depends on inspiration and luck. It is impossible for a person to guarantee that he can write golden sentences all the time. Sometimes he suddenly thinks of a sentence that is very good. The forced sentence is really just a sudden inspiration.

However, Wang Ling didn't know how many people could accept this statement.

Anyway, on the way back, everyone on the Celestial Ship in the Sky was full of admiration for Wang Ling, especially Tang Jingze, who could almost be described as throwing himself on the ground.

"Student Wang Ling, your composition is amazing! You are simply a contemporary Lu Shuren!" Tang Jingze savored the sentences in the composition.

His favorite is the sentence: "A grain of ashes of the times, falling on a person's head, is like a mountain."

What kind of literary talents can write such a great golden sentence?

Incredible...

The most excited person was Wang Ling's Chinese teacher: Guan Ziqian.

Teacher Guan is a very low-key person, and basically doesn't show his face much.

He is a very low-key office worker, of course, his business ability is naturally nothing to say.

Guan Ziqian has always been critical of Wang Ling's composition. It's not that Wang Ling's writing is not good, but that Wang Ling's writing is too plain! Things are like a running account, even the arguments are old-fashioned! In the composition of the test, Wang Ling's composition can barely be regarded as a passing grade, but such a composition will never get a high score.

Therefore, when the composition titled "Stand-In" was exposed in the national competition, Mr. Guan, who usually doesn't talk much in the group, directly blatantly exposed Aite Wangling.

"@王玲You're finally enlightened?" Teacher Guan sent a face-covering smile: "Why do I feel that your composition looks like a ghostwriter?"

Wang Ling looked at the class teacher's question and thought for a long time before he shivered and replied with two words: "No."

To be honest, Wang Ling felt guilty when these two words were typed on the screen.

Seeing the reply, Mr. Guan was not polite, and directly responded publicly in the group: "Then what's going on with your usual composition? Playing me?"

"..."

in one sentence.

Wang Ling was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.

Fortunately, Old Antique came out in time to smooth things over for Wang Ling: "Student Wang Ling is a contestant who occasionally performs well, so Mr. Guan shouldn't be so fussy." He saw Wang Ling's pitiful look on his phone, I still feel a little distressed.

Look at scaring the kid!

Teacher Guan was naturally joking.

The students he taught have written such excellent compositions in national competitions, and I am very happy.

He stopped typing, and directly praised Wang Ling publicly in the group: "Wang Ling, this incident fully demonstrates that you still have the potential to write. I suspect that the composition you wrote before may be due to time." Not enough, I'm too nervous. If you are given enough time, even if you don't perform as well as this time, you can at least have an upper-middle level or even an upper level!"

Wang Ling still didn't have the guts to reply.

The reason was that he felt that the teacher had something to say in his mouth.

Sure enough, Teacher Guan said next, "Wang Ling, there will be an essay competition in the district in the middle of next month. The teachers in our language group have discussed for a long time who our school should send over. Why not just you."

Wang Ling: "?"

Teacher Guan: "This time it's all about your composition and helped our school win the national competition. I don't think the teachers in the other language groups have any objections. They are all forced out. Since you have potential, then Do you want to put proper pressure on yourself? Teacher, this is for your own good."

Wang Ling: "..."

He knew that things would develop like this!

...

It was already afternoon when Wang Ling was about to go home on the flying fairy ship and returned to the playground of No. 60 Middle School. As soon as he left the school gate, he heard someone shouting on the road: "A grain of ashes of the era! A grain of ashes of the era!"

"..." Wang Ling turned his head and saw a passerby looking at him happily. It was a middle-aged woman who was taking her daughter home from school.

Judging from the girl's clothes, she should belong to Qingyun Primary School, which is the Xiuzhen Primary School near No. 60 Middle School.

"Did you see that brother! A speck of dust from the times!" The middle-aged woman knelt down and said excitedly to her daughter. She had forgotten what Wang Ling's name was, but still according to Wang Ling's composition, the scene He gave Wang Ling a unique nickname.

That is: a grain of ashes of the times...

"You have to learn from that brother, his composition is really good!" The middle-aged woman was very excited.

"Mom! That brother is eating crispy noodles!" The little girl pointed at Wang Ling.

"Let's go! Let's buy it too! Eat it! Maybe your shitty composition can be as good as your brother's!" The middle-aged woman became even more excited.

"..."

The corner of Wang Ling's mouth twitched.

From the looks of it, he seems to be really famous now.

Even his face was started to be snatched up...