For the first time, Wang Ling felt like he was being plotted.
Sometimes metaphysics will happen, but Wang Ling believes that coincidences may occur under certain circumstances. But when coincidences happen once, twice or even multiple times, Wang Ling begins to have to doubt the event itself. .
Therefore, Fang Xing made a very special impression on Wang Ling.
That kind of intentional or unintentional contact with the peripheral vision, a test that looked like a coincidence but not a coincidence, made Wang Ling extremely wary of Fang Xing.
But being on guard, Wang Ling didn't expect that he would be tricked by Fang Xing first.
Of course, Teacher Ye was very happy to have Fang Xing's recommendation, and Teacher Ye was not unimpressed with Wang Ling. At the previous Spirit Sword Exchange Meeting at No. 59 Middle School, Teacher Ye felt that Wang Ling's luck was unusually good. Maybe this time... maybe it can also be used as a mascot
"Classmate Wang Ling, can you participate?"
So, after Fang Xing's recommendation, Teacher Ye looked at Wang Ling with hopeful and sincere eyes.
Wang Ling: "..."
Wang Ling had actually heard Chen Chao mention the district league school sports meet before. However, in a sports meeting of this level and having to represent the school, Wang Ling felt that he usually kept a low profile in school, and even his sports scores were at an average level. Moreover, among the freshmen in this year's class of high school, there are many students with sports talents such as Chen Chao. With the limited number of places, Wang Ling feels that it will definitely not be his turn.
Now that he thought about it carefully, Wang Ling felt as if he had sold himself out.
What a strange FLAG I have set up!
In the end, Wang Ling agreed...
Of course, he was forced to agree.
…
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When school was over that day, Fang Xing walked out of school surrounded by a group of girls. Wang Ling was also the one who chose to leave school at this time. Moreover, Wang Ling was far away from Fang Xing. With such a dazzling person... Wang Ling felt that it would be better to have less contact with him at this stage.
Originally, Wang Ling could choose to teleport home, but the old man happened to come to the city that day to visit a few disciples he had accepted in a star-rated hotel, so he rode a sheep tricycle to pick them up along the way. Wang Ling, the most amazing thing is that even Loopy Toad came with him.
Looking across the crosswalk at the entrance of No. 60 Lieutenant Colonel, Wang Ling saw the old man riding a newly cared for sheep waiting across the road. There was also a green-haired Akita lying lazily wagging its tail... This The picture does look a bit strange.
The location where the old man parked his car was quite conspicuous. In fact, many people could see it, so Wang Ling left the class with his bag as soon as school was over. He wanted to leave quickly and avoid waking up below.
"Ling Ling, what's going on? Why do you look so panicked?" The old man was a little strange.
Loopy Toad raised its eyes to look at Wang Ling and winked strangely. It also felt that its little master Ling seemed to be out of shape today. But soon, it saw Fang Xing, who was saying goodbye to a group of girls on the other side of the road, and then walking towards here step by step, and it immediately understood what had probably happened...
This should be the first time Loopy Toad saw Fang Xing, but Loopy Toad felt strange.
It felt that there was something indescribably familiar about the aura on Fang Xing's body.
It seems that I have smelled it somewhere before...
"Ling Ling, is this your classmate?" The old man stared at Fang Xing as he walked over for a long time.
Then very quickly, he gave the first impression of the other person: "Your classmate... his legs are really long!"
Wang Ling: "..."
Although the old man is old and suffered from Alzheimer's disease, his aesthetic sense has not weakened at all. Since I learned how to watch on-demand videos with Dad Wang, I have been studying the otaku culture of many modern young people one after another, and I can be considered a very fashionable old man.
"Hello, grandpa, are you here to pick up classmate Wang Ling?" Fang Xing approached and greeted him warmly.
Then Wang Ling saw that the old man nodded, raised his hand and said: are-you-ok.
Wang Ling: "..."
Fang Xing laughed heartily: "Grandpa, you are so interesting."
"You and our family Ling Ling are not in the same class, are you? We took a class photo at the beginning of the school year. Why don't I see you?" the old man asked.
"My name is Fang Xing. I'm new here. I just enrolled here the day before yesterday." Fang Xing replied.
… It turns out he’s a transfer student!
The old man suddenly realized... The connections and financial resources behind parents who suddenly transfer to another class and school are probably not simple. Moreover, the old man had already made up the image of Fang Xing's parents in his mind, and he thought of a line from a sketch: A big head and a thick neck means that if you are not a rich man, you will be a butler.
Therefore, classmate Fang Xing’s parents are either rich or chefs!
The old man felt for a moment that he had found a common language.
“…”
Wang Ling no longer knew what to complain about the old man's strange brain circuitry.
"Classmate Fang, although you and Ling Ling are not in the same class, you are still an alumnus. From now on, our family, Ling Ling, can thank you for taking more care of us." The old man looked at Fang Xing and said with a smile.
"Grandpa, don't worry. Wang Ling and I will represent the school in the District League School Sports Meet in two weeks. I will take good care of Wang Ling." When Fang Xing said this, he still maintained a harmless look. The smile and eyes were narrowed into slits, looking somewhat meaningful.
But the blame lies here...
When Wang Ling read his mind, he didn't even read Fang Xing's evil thoughts.
This is truly the strangest person I have ever seen...
After chatting with the old man for a while, Fang Xing suddenly noticed the ingredients placed in the tricycle. These fresh produce and vegetables were all given by the old man's former disciples when he left the hotel. Half the tricycle was filled. There are all kinds of vegetables and fruits, as well as a huge cured ham. The ham was packed directly in a vacuum package, with the words "Ju Xia Lou's secret recipe" written on it.
"Is grandpa a chef?" Fang Xing asked curiously.
"Yes, but I have retired a long time ago. When we get old, we can hardly hold a spoon anymore." The old man smiled.
"What a coincidence!"
After receiving the reply, Fang Xing showed a surprised expression: "To be honest with grandpa, my family actually owns a noodle shop."
"Oh? Noodle shop? What kind of noodles are they selling?" The old man suddenly became interested.
Fang Xing: "We sell all kinds of noodles! But the most famous noodles in our store are the hand-made beef tendon noodles made by Master Lanzhou. And we will weave the beef tendon noodles into the shape of instant noodles and fry them at high temperature. Finally, we will make them Just noodles!”
Old man: "..."
Loopy Toad: “…”
Wang Ling: "!!!"
(End of chapter)