The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Wang Ling used space sketching to draw Teacher Pan's appearance on the paper. The last time he used this technique was when he asked Zheng Tan to find Wang Ming. However, what Wang Ling didn't expect was that the object of this painting was actually his class teacher!

Dad Wang stared at Wang Ling's sketched portrait, pushed his black-rimmed glasses, and fell into a mysterious silence: "..."

Because the woman in the portrait has lived in the office for a long time, her figure seems to be slightly deformed. Although it is not as good as the waist of a bucket, she can clearly see a round of swimming rings on her stomach. The eclectic ponytail already has mottled white hair, and the rubbing of the years has added a lot of wrinkles to the woman's face. No matter how Dad Wang tried to make up his mind, he couldn't combine Teacher Pan with the image of the young girl in his memory...

"Are you sure... your head teacher, Teacher Pan, is the green girl?"

Wang Ling kicked Er Ha's dog's butt, and Er Ha gave a "wow" in grievance.

hiss! ——

Dad Wang couldn't help gasping for breath... This is really, it's so shocking!

In the middle of the night, Wang Ma was putting on a mask upstairs, and the old man went to rest early. The father and son of the Wang family looked at Teacher Pan's portrait and leaned on the sofa in the study without love, with uncontrollable sighs in their brows.

The real trouble is not because Mr. Wang's first love is Teacher Pan, but next, Wang Ling finds a way to arrange for Mr. Pan to meet with the old man. This is the most irritating!

Because this incident was too shocking, Dad Wang lost the mood to code words, he really wanted to be quiet... He casually put the portrait on the table and went upstairs to sleep.

And after Wang Ling returned to the small bedroom by himself, he was sleepless all night, because he really couldn't think of any way to bring the old man and Teacher Pan together, and it would be a perfect match after so many years. Encounter...

Wang Ling felt that this was a pain in the ass...

Early the next morning, it was most of the day, and Wang Ling went out. The old man sat by the door again and basked in the sun.

This time, the old man put two cold dishes in Wang Ling's lunch box. This time, it was two cold dishes, one with black fungus mixed with cucumber, and one with husband and wife lung slices.

Wang Ling was startled again: "..." I always felt that the two dishes prepared by the old man had other meanings.

When Wang Ling reached out to take the lunch box, the old man grabbed Wang Ling: "Ling Ling, I dreamed of your grandma again..."

Wang Ling was silent.

"She has become young and is as beautiful as before..." The old man smiled happily: "The day she left, I took her in my arms and told me softly, in the next life, we, They're still married..."

Speaking of this, the old man's eyes seemed to see a little tears, but he couldn't hold back the tears, and twirled in his eyes: "She told me in a dream that she wanted to eat the cold dishes I made by myself... These two dishes are troublesome. Order you to help me burn her!"

Wang Ling: "..." I dare not do this for me! ?

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In today's school, all classes are uncharacteristically harmonious, because Secretary Dakang wants to send an inspection team. The phenomenon of copying homework in each class has converged a lot. As soon as Wang Ling stepped into the teaching building, he saw a young man with a blue cuff on his arm, walking through the corridor, patrolling each class one by one to check for any disciplinary violations.

This young man Wang Ling has also heard of. His name is Yu Heng. He is a senior in the third year of No. 60 High School, and he is currently the head of the inspection team (clan) of the No. 60 High School Student Union. People gave him the nickname "Patriarch Yu"!

Patriarch Yu has a characteristic. He is very sophisticated and smooth in his work. There will always be some violations of discipline in the school in the early morning. It offends people; and Patriarch Yu has no habit of making repeated inspections. After watching each class at a glance, it is done. The reason is very simple... As a graduate of the third year of high school, Patriarch Yu's own homework was not completed by Tamar! Where do you get more time to do some inspections!

But there is no way, many times, the leaders of the school like to make some falsehoods. Yu Heng actually doesn't believe in those key colleges and universities in the city, there is no copying of homework at all... Of course, this is not to advocate copying homework.

The so-called existence is reasonable...

Patriarch Yu felt that sometimes due to some force majeure elements, the homework was not completed on time, and it was actually okay to copy it once or twice.

When Wang Ling came to the class, he saw that the patriarch Yu had just stepped into the first and third classes of senior high school. After looking around lazily, he asked tiredly, "Who are you study committee members?"

Then, Little Peanut stood up and raised his hand.

"it's me……"

Little Peanut is not tall, and standing in front of Yu Heng looks like a primary school student, with his head lowered and his eyes blinking: "Senior Yu, don't worry, our classmates are all serious! Absolutely... they didn't copy their homework. Phenomenon."

Yu Heng stared at Little Peanut for a while with a pair of dead fish eyes, and at a glance, he could see that this little boy who looked a little cute was lying. The specific manifestations are: the language is uncertain, the eyes are erratic, the hands and feet are unnatural... Also, what the hell is this honey blush! ?

However, since he did not catch someone copying his homework, Yu Heng didn't have time to talk about it: "Well, that's it for today's inspection." After he finished speaking, he patted Little Peanut's head and sighed inwardly. After saying a boy, there is a future.

No matter it is elementary school, junior high school or high school, the first grade is always the most constrained time. If you do something bad, you are afraid of being discovered, and then you are worried all day long. As an old driver who has been studying in No. 60 High School for three years, Patriarch Yu can see at a glance. I saw what Little Peanut was thinking. But these are irrelevant, because he thinks that it will not be long before the little peanuts will turn into old fritters.

When Wang Ling returned to his seat, Patriarch Yu made a resolute inspection and was ready to leave. As soon as he stepped out of the first and third grades of high school, Master Erdan began to shout: "Patriarch Yu, rest assured, as outstanding young people with upright attitudes, we will definitely not copy homework!" After saying this, Master Erdan felt that he was hiding The red scarf in the depths of my heart is much brighter.

Little Peanut covered his face with shame: "Guo, yours, your nose..."

Master Erdan touched his nose and found that he actually had a nosebleed: "Hey, I must be so excited! Yes, it must be so! The justice in my heart tells me that copying homework is a very evil behavior!"

Wang Ling's eyes were fixed on Erdan: "..." This guy definitely used four strokes to copy his homework again!

After that, Master Erdan returned to his seat, but as soon as his butt touched the seat, he stood up as if he had been electrocuted.

Wang Ling heard a sigh from Master Erdan's heart: "Hey, my butt hurts so much... If I knew earlier, I wouldn't need Wubi Liu..."

Wang Ling: "..." What the hell did you Tamar do this morning! ?