The return journey is planned by the school, using a one-stop bus service, and the route passes through the doorstep of each student's home.
Wang Ling lives farthest away and is also the last one to arrive home.
The school specifically paid the bus driver overtime to ensure that every student got home safely. Even though the journey was long, the veteran driver accepted the money without any complaints.
Just when he was delivering Wang Ling to his home, the driver looked at the Wang family's small villa on the side of the road that looked like a nightclub in a deserted village, and couldn't help but sigh for Wang Ling...
-This child is so pitiful!
These days, housing prices in urban areas are not expensive, but they can't even afford housing in urban school districts, so they live in such a deserted suburb. Going to and from school every day takes a lot of time, right
The driver calculated in his mind that even if he took the fastest hearse, it would take him two hours to reach No. 60 Middle School. So the round trip is four hours. This child has such a hard time going to school, he must not get enough sleep! No wonder he has a paralyzed face!
Wang Ling was indeed a little tired... The main reason was that he was tired from riding in the car, otherwise he would have been home long ago!
Wang Ling sighed tiredly, stretched out and prepared to get out of the car. When he reached the trapezoidal steps of the front door, the driver's uncle stopped Wang Ling: "...Classmate!"
Wang Ling turned around with a confused look on his face: "???"
The driver's uncle touched his trouser pocket, took out his wallet, and then took out five hundred-yuan bills from the wallet and stuffed it into Wang Ling's hand: "Classmate, I also work. But considering your living conditions, it's really not good for you. Easy. I don’t have much money, but it’s a little kindness, so you must accept it!”
“…”
Wang Ling stood on the side of the road, watching the old driver drive the bus away along the road, holding five hundred yuan in his hand, his face messy in the wind.
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When Wang Ling returned home, the entrance was dark. Only the living room had some dim light, and the sound of the TV could be heard faintly. When Wang Ling heard it, he knew it was Wang Ma's favorite TV series, "The Legend of the True Ring"... This is the sequel to the famous TV series "Huan Zhuge Ge". It tells the inspiring story of a girl named Zhen Huan who collected five rings, used her own hard work, sweat, wit and bravery to stand out among competing athletes, and finally entered the World Cultivation Olympics.
Mother Wang has already watched the plot played on TV, and now it is replayed late at night. Mother Wang is waiting in the living room to wait for her precious son to come back.
However, after all, I still couldn't stand the sleepiness.
In the final analysis, Wang Ma is just an ordinary person. Although she has some background in physical training, in the final analysis, she is just a muscular middle-aged woman. There is no comparison with cultivators.
Wang Ma was leaning on the sofa, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, probably because she had a good dream. She was covered with a small blanket, probably given to her by Father Wang after seeing her.
Wang Ling looked at the time. It was almost two o'clock in the morning...
Wang Ling raised his hand, and a spiritual light came out, teleporting Wang Ma directly to the bed in the bedroom.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Ling walked gently to the second floor. After being away from his small bedroom for four days, Wang Ling suddenly felt a feeling of longing in his heart. The master bedroom of Father Wang and Mother Wang was on the third floor. Wang Ling had already sent Mother Wang up there before. In addition to Wang Ling's own bedroom, there was also Father Wang's study room on the second floor.
At this time, the light in the study is still on, and Father Wang is cultivating immortality in the study...
Wang Ling knew instantly that Father Wang was probably stuck again!
For a professional online novel writer, inspiration is the life of an online novel writer. Dad Wang's education level is not high, but the writing style of online novels is not like traditional literature. Reading more novels and accumulating practical experience will always make progress in the end. Dad Wang has been in this industry for more than ten years, and his writing skills are definitely passable. At the level that Father Wang is at now, he is no longer at the stage where he was writing tens of thousands of words a day when he was a newbie. How to conceive the plot and write a more interesting plot is what Father Wang thinks about every day.
Wang Ling had never felt the way Calvin felt, but he could probably imagine that it must be like a peeing cow ball hidden in a matryoshka doll being blocked in the rectum.
Writers find inspiration in different ways, among which smoking and drinking are the most common ways of finding inspiration. The inspiration that Dad Wang is looking for is very special. Whenever he gets stuck, Dad will click on a certain live broadcast platform, trying to get inspiration for writing through spiritual communication with the female anchors on the online platform.
Father Wang's full name is Wang Jiao. In order to get closer to these female anchors, in addition to spending part of his royalties on gifts and rewards, he even gave himself a very coquettish ID called Wang Jiao Mei.
Of course, Mother Wang didn’t know these things. Because if he knew this, Father Wang would probably never see the dawn sun... In order to prevent Wang Ling from telling anyone, Father Wang even unilaterally increased Wang Ling's pocket money, which was a thoughtful arrangement.
Maybe it was because I had been traveling for four days and so many things had happened. It was rare to have such a period of leisure time late at night. That night, for some reason, Wang Ling's interest came up. He lay on the bed a little restless and wanted to see what Father Wang was talking about.
Wang Ling felt that he must have been infected by Guo Hao. He would never be such a gossip in the past.
Wang Ling sat up straight and looked in the direction of the study. His pupils were blooming like a kaleidoscope. Soon the wall in front of him became transparent, and his eyes looked straight through, focusing on Father Wang's computer screen.
Wang Ling glanced at the title of the live broadcast room that Wang's father entered. It read "Your Moon, My Heart". The small characters next to the title read the female anchor's ID: Xiaoxuan.
Wang Ling was surprised to find that he had heard this name before. This is a recently popular Internet celebrity female anchor. With her pure and beautiful face, sweet voice, and witty answers, she has become a popular anchor for the lonely and unbearable people in the middle of the night. People answer various emotional questions and are widely loved by the audience.
Wang Ling took a look at the female anchor's fan rankings. Father Wang's fan ranking was actually in the top ten! She is still the guardian of this female anchor! A fan base of 200,000 per month... I have rewarded this female anchor with at least 20,000 this month!
Now if Wang Ling takes a remote screenshot and sends this ranking list to Wang's mother... Wang Ling feels that Father Wang may not even have his ashes left.
However, for the sake of family harmony, Wang Ling did not do so in the end.
Obviously, Father Wang is very famous in the live broadcast room. As soon as he went online, the system in the chat room automatically bolded and enlarged Father Wang's ID in gold letters and typed it on the channel bulletin board in a domineering manner - [Anchor Xiaoxuan's guardian: Wang Jiao Mei is now online!]
The live broadcast room is now empty, and the female anchor seems to have gone to the toilet...
The guardian of the live broadcast room has the privilege to have direct conversations with the female anchor.
Father Wang looked at the female anchor's empty boudoir, raised his eyebrows, put on the headset, and cleared his throat...
Then... Wang Ling heard an extremely coquettish voice that he had never heard before, coming from the air.
"Is Xiaoxuan here? Is Xiaoxuan here? Yes, yes, yes... I am Jiao Mei!"
Wang Ling: "..."
(End of chapter)