The retired broom star cub is the mantra

Chapter 92

Ling Sheng became more and more addicted to beating.

In this family, even Xiao Lingbao trampled him underfoot, and the servants and bodyguards were cold and ignored him.

Only the helpless patient in front of him can be bullied by him.

After playing for a while, he always felt that the more he looked at each other, the more familiar he looked.

The oxygen mask was so large that it almost covered the man's face.

Ling Sheng stretched out his hand...

Just when he grabbed the oxygen mask and wanted to tear it off.

The other hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere and squeezed his wrist heavily.

"Are you courting death?"

The same hoarse voice as the night before, appeared in his ears...

……

Ling Sheng is sick.

He had a high fever and kept talking nonsense.

Crying that there are ghosts.

Out of the rare brother-sister relationship, Xiao Lingbao went to visit.

Ok……

Others are a bit bewitched like this.

Not Ling Sheng, he was simply scaring himself.

The fifth child saw a disease for him, and quickly prescribed the right medicine.

Within two days, Ling Sheng came back to life, but this time, for some unknown reason, he seemed much more honest.

Ling Yanhua was too busy to care about him.

When he found time to remember that he still had a son, he realized that Ling Sheng locked himself in the room every day, making models.

It was Wang Chuyou's favorite set of toys that he sent over after he knew he was sick.

Ling Sheng looks like a baby.

It is a super-large architectural model, and it usually takes about a month or more for children to put it together.

Ling Sheng is so skilled at it that it only takes a week.

Ling Yanhua silently stood aside, copying his hands to watch him finish the last part.

After Ling Sheng finished his fight, he glanced at his scumbag father, unable to hide his complacency and showing off.

"How long have you been playing?" Ling Yanhua asked.

Judging from the wear and tear of many parts, it can't run for half a year.

"I can spell it at the age of five!" Ling Sheng snorted, "I can spell it in a week!"

"Is that so..." Ling Yanhua touched his chin.

Suddenly kick.

Whoa!

The model was stepped on and collapsed by him.

"What are you doing! This is my model!" Ling Sheng jumped up, "You pay me! You pay me!"

Ling Yanhua ignored him, sat down cross-legged with a cold face, and gathered the scattered parts.

"Okay."

He has three simple words.

Before Ling Cheng had time to attack, he froze.

I saw that Ling Yanhua's hands seemed to have eyes, and they were as fast as a flying shuttle. The huge parts seemed to have their own numbers in his eyes, and they would automatically jump into his hands and splice them together without error.

"Look at the time, how much?" At some point, Ling Yanhua stopped.

Ling Sheng looked at the clock on the wall, and at the completed model.

Stuttering: "Three, three hours..."

"Yeah." Ling Yanhua got up, and pressed the top of Ling Sheng's head with the palm of his hand, "You work hard."

Ling Sheng was dumbfounded.

It turned out that the scumbag father he looked down upon, is he, is he so powerful?

……

"Brother, brother heard that you are going to school tomorrow."

Little Ling Bao came running to find Ling Sheng,

"Uncle Erhuo asked me to ask you, do you want to take his car?"

In view of Ling Sheng's good performance during this period, Ling Yixi decided to give the bear a chance.

But he didn't want to ask in person.

Ling Sheng didn't answer little Ling Bao's words at all, he put together the last piece of model parts.

Pointing to the model in front of him: "See? I did it. Can you?"

Can't show off in front of the scumbag father and seek a sense of superiority in front of little Lingbao, isn't it okay?

"Hmm—" Xiao Lingbao tilted his head and poked his chin.

Suddenly shot.

pat!

The model was overturned by Lingbao.

"What are you doing!" Ling Sheng was about to hit someone.

Little Ling Baoyou didn't think it was enough, so he still had to step on it.

Then, she sat down in front of Ling Sheng's erupting volcano: "Brother, watch it!"

one hour later.

Ling Cheng looked at the model in front of him that had returned to its original state, his chin...needed to be fixed with his hands.

"Ling Bao is done!" Little Ling Bao clapped his hands, "Brother, this is not difficult for you, how long will it take you?"

Ling Sheng: "I, I..."

Well, he admitted it.

He conceded.

This home is full of monsters!

He is the bottom of the food chain... He accepted his fate...

In the short half month after returning to Ling's house, Ling Sheng's three views and confidence were all destroyed.

"I hate you guys! Woooooo..." He ran out crying.

"Brother, whose car are you taking to school tomorrow?" Ling Bao asked.

"Don't ask me, hate, hate, hate... woo woo woo..." Ling Sheng ran away crying.

……

Models are Ling Sheng's greatest self-confidence. He has shown talent in this area since he was a child, much stronger than ordinary children.

Even before returning to Ling's house, he signed up for the city's children's model competition and reached the finals.

But now, he is not sure if he has the ability to win the championship.

on the playing field.

He looked disheartened at the brand new work parts in front of him.

The other children were accompanied by their parents, and they kept taking pictures with their cameras below. Only he...

Ling Sheng looked up, there was no father, no mother.

There was only a second uncle who didn't have a good relationship with him, sitting below, playing with the naive Monopoly with his mobile phone, with a happy face.

He lazily unpacked the model and put it together.

No one cares about him anyway, he is so bad anyway, his life is unnecessary...

"I'm done." He lazily raised his hand.

Everyone, be quiet.

Ling Sheng raised his eyes.

Seeing the shocked eyes all around.

"You, how much time did you spend?"

"Ling Sheng, you set a record!"

"Is this a genius?"

Other parents were also excited, "This is a truly talented player!"

"Our family hasn't even sorted it out yet."

"I'm so convinced that I lost..."

"This kind of child, when he enters a higher school, a prestigious school will definitely take the lead..."

Ling Sheng went home with a big trophy.

Ling Yixi, who was on the side, was unexpectedly willing to hold his competition work for him.

Ling Sheng was proud again.

Even the second uncle, who never looked at him directly, looked at him a few more times today with surprised and appreciative eyes.

It's almost like praising him like crazy!

"Look! I am No.1 in the competition today!"

At the dinner table, he announced proudly.

The old man glanced at his work: "Well, not bad."

There was no particular joy or excitement, just like praising the kitten for catching a little mouse.

Ling Xuanyan also took a look, but didn't say anything.

Ling Yongshuo also glanced at it, and...it's hard to say anything.

Ling Wenyang... smiled: "Our Ling Sheng is really good."

Don't be too obvious in coaxing the child.

Lao Qi was outside to make an announcement and didn't go home.

Lao Ba also ran outside and didn't go home.

In the end, only Ling Yanhua and Xiao Lingbao were left at the dinner table.

"How long did it take you to do this?" Ling Yanhua asked.

Ling Sheng... was nervous.

The horror story of being hanged and beaten by the scumbag father replayed in his mind again.

"Half, half an hour..." He stammered, and immediately added,

"Everyone spent more than three hours!"

He is still very good!
Ling Yanhua looked at little Ling Bao: "How much time does Ling Bao need?"

Little Lingbao glanced at Ling Sheng's work, raised his little finger and started counting...

(End of this chapter)