The Daily Life of the Immortal King

When school was about to end, Guo Erdan walked to Wang Ling's desk and put two large bags of high-grade dog food on the table. The three words "Ling Mai Guan" are written on the bag, and the manufacturer is not specified, only the production date and expiration time are marked.

This dog food was produced by Guo Erdan's family. Wang Ling glanced at the production date and found that the date was yesterday. It is actually quite common to entrust pet stores to customize rations for spirit pets. Regarding Guo Erdan, Wang Ling's conclusion was that apart from his studies, this Guo Xiao was a more loyal and reliable person.

"Er Toad has not been here for the past two days, so I miss him." Guo Erdan didn't forget to push his glasses when he spoke: "These two bags of dog food are specially customized for him, if they are not enough, come and get them from me. Oh yes, there are flavors marked in the lower left corner of the dog food bag."

Hearing what Guo Erdan said, Wang Ling immediately groped his eyes.

I saw the following words written on the lower left corner of the white packaging bag: New Orleans Fly Taste...

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When Wang Ling returned home, he found that Dad Wang was leaning on the sofa smoking a cigarette. It had been 24 hours since he learned the true identity of the old man's first love. Obviously, Dad Wang still hasn't recovered from such an astonishing fact until now.

The most troublesome thing about the whole thing is that the old man was purely in love at the beginning... He couldn't find any chance or excuse to ask Mr. Pan out. The key is that the target is still Wang Ling's head teacher. Even Wang Ling feels that this matter seems to be a bit invulnerable, giving people the feeling that they have no way to start...

Dad Wang looked at the old man and Wang Ma who were always busy in the kitchen, and sighed deeply: "Lingling, think about your grandfather's affairs. What's the matter... the parents of your school just now. There was a text message in the group, saying that it was a parent-teacher meeting at 6 o'clock next Monday night. Do you know about this?"

Wang Ling frowned. Before the parent meeting, Wang Ling heard Teacher Pan mention it in class, but he didn't expect it to start so quickly.

Next Mon……

Is the first Dark Monday coming into Sixty?

Wang Ling muttered in his heart.

Parent meetings should be an integral part of education from childhood to adulthood. Through the face-to-face close contact with the teacher in the classroom, parents can easily ask the teacher for advice on how to cook bamboo shoots to make barbecue more delicious (Note 1).

Of course, compared to other people, Wang Ling was never afraid of parent-teacher meetings.

First of all, his grades are very inconspicuous. According to Wang's father and Wang's mother's request, he is in the middle all the year round. Therefore, in the past parent-teacher meetings, Wang Ling hardly received evaluations from teachers.

Second, even if a teacher named Wang Ling and criticized Wang Ling, it would have nothing to do with Wang's father and Wang's mother. Because... the education of Wang Ling must never be done by hitting. Xu Ying, the leader of the Red Forged Killer of Shadow Stream, is a good example...

Last but not least, there is one point to explain... In fact, the number of times Wang Ling's father and mother went to attend the parent-teacher meeting, Wang Ling could break it with his fingers, and most of them had to find someone to replace him...

Sure enough, before Wang Ling could speak, Dad Wang picked up the newspaper on the coffee table, pushed the glasses, and said to himself, "I've been very busy with opening a new book recently, so I have to write at home. Your Uncle Song is over there. You are still reminding me to write. Your mother has to take care of your grandfather, so she probably has no time to go. So the parent meeting should be as usual, and ask your friend to do it for you. "

Wang Ling: "..."

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Now, before the meal time of the Wang family arrived, Wang Ling returned to the bedroom with a headache. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Er Ha was lying on the ground, holding a pen in the dog's paw, and drawing something crookedly in the diary.

Wang Ling discovered that since Er Ha was forced to become a dog from the primordial spirit form, his attitude has changed 180 degrees from the beginning of resistance and self-abandonment to the fact that he gradually accepts the reality. Obviously, now this product has begun to adapt to human life.

It is very inconvenient to hold a pen with a dog's paw, even if Erha uses his spiritual power to help him unblock the meridians and make the dog's paw more flexible to use. However, due to the physiological structure, Er Clam still felt extremely difficult. Originally, Erha wanted to practice calligraphy in a diary, but after some thought, he decided to practice his pen skills first through simple painting.

Since the afternoon, Erha has been practicing, and the trash can is full of unfinished manuscripts.

Wang Ling looked at Erha's painstaking practice for several hours, and finally made his own evaluation: Although the lines are still not smooth, and the picture is still rough like a mosaic, but from two circles and a few From the triangular geometric composition, Wang Ling could still vaguely see that Er Ha's painting should be a sparrow.

As a dog, a dog who can draw, it's not easy...

Wang Ling touched Er Ha's dog's head, and felt that she would be an underdog if she didn't go to the circus to perform.

Erha: "..." This clearly shows that Tamar is a parrot! That stupid bird who bullies himself every day!

Wang Ling: "..." Parrot, your sister! Bullying you and painting her every day, you really are a M!

One person and one dog stared at this abstract bird painting for a long time. Wang Ling felt that the shortcomings of this painting could no longer be described in words...

At this time, Wang Ling felt the electronic watch in his hand vibrate, and unexpectedly received a text message at this time.

Not many people knew Wang Ling's number. Wang Ling opened the text message suspiciously. There were only a few short words in the text message: Brother Ling, find me on QQ!

You don't even need to look at the number, Wang Ling knows who sent this text message just by looking at the title... It is definitely the Thunder Throwing True Monarch.

After Wang Ling got on QQ, he immediately saw the chat window sent by True Monarch Thunder Throwing: "Brother Ling, did you look for me before listening to the brothers and sisters in the group? I'm really sorry, I went out to do it for one of my little brothers. Something happened. My brother's lab was smashed by a bastard, and I was going to ask you to figure it out. Would you like to give my little brother a head and pull that bastard out and beat him?"

"..." Wang Ling sent a string of ellipses to prove his existence.

Then, looking at this string of information, I fell into a long silence...

Obviously, Thunder Throwing True Monarch has become accustomed to the taciturn way of expressing his "brother Ling": "Let's discuss the matter of teaching this bastard from a long-term perspective. What's the matter, what is your brother calling me?"

Wang Ling was silent, then selected a picture of "Ghost Face" in the gallery and sent it out.

Following the picture was a string of text messages from Wang Ling: "Have you seen this mask?"

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PS——Note 1: Bamboo shoots barbecue, a dish name, also refers to spanking with a bamboo board... More stories, pay attention to the WeChat public account: Ku Xuanjun