The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Wang Ling used space sketching to draw the appearance of Teacher Pan on paper. The last time I used this technique, I still asked Zheng Tan to find Wang Ming. However, what Wang Ling didn't expect is that the subject of this painting turned out to be his class teacher!

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

The woman in the portrait has a slight deformation because she lives in the office for a long time. Although she is not as close to the waist as the bucket, she can clearly see a round of swimming rings on her belly. The eclectic ponytails already have mottled white hair, and the years of Capricorn have added a lot of wrinkles to women's faces. No matter how Dad Wang made up his brain, he couldn't combine Teacher Pan with the image of the young girl born in his memory ...

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

Wang Ling kicked the dog's buttocks, and Er Wang's grievance "Wang".

hiss! ——

Dad couldn't help but take a sigh of air conditioning ... This is really, it's so shocking!

In the middle of the night, Wang's mother was wearing a mask upstairs. The old man had rested early. The father and son of the Wang family looked at Mr. Pan's portrait and leaned relentlessly on the sofa in the study. There was an endless sigh.

The real trouble is not because Mr. Wang's first love is Teacher Pan, but next, Wang Ling has to find a way to arrange for Mr. Pan to meet with him. This is the best thing!

Because this incident was too shocking, Dad didn't even feel the code, so he wanted to be quiet ... After leaving the picture on the table, he went upstairs to sleep.

After Wang Ling returned to the cubicle, he was sleepless all night, because he really couldn't think of any way to put the old man and Mr. Pan together, and after a few years, he looked less perfect. Uh ...

Wang Ling felt that it was awful ...

In the early morning of the next day, when it was almost half of the day, Wang Ling went out, and another old man sat at the door to bask in the sun.

This time, the father filled Wang Ling's lunch box with two cold dishes, this time two cold dishes, a black fungus mixed with cucumber, and a husband and wife slice.

Wang Ling was surprised again: "..." I always felt that the two dishes prepared by the father had no meaning.

When Wang Ling reached out to take over the lunch box, the old man held Wang Ling: "Lingling, I dream about your grandma again ..."

Wang Ling was silent.

"She's young and as beautiful as ever ..." The old man smiled and smiled happily: "The day she left, I held her in my arms and gently said to me, in the next life, we, Still a husband and wife ... "

Speaking of this, the old man's eyes burst into tears, but he couldn't help crying, and turned in his eyes: "She told me in a dream that I wanted to eat cold dishes made by myself ... These two dishes, trouble Let you burn it for her! "

Wang Ling: "..." Dare to do this for me! ?

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Today's school, every class, is unconventionally harmonious, because Secretary Dakang has to send the inspection team. The phenomenon of copying assignments 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 and inspecting each class one by one to check for disciplinary violations.

This young male Wang Ling has also heard that his name is Yu Heng. He is a senior in senior high school at 60 and is also the head of the inspection team (clan) of the 60 senior high school student union. People send nickname "Yu patriarch"!

Yu Patriarch has a characteristic, he is very old-fashioned and smooth, there will always be some violations of discipline in the school early in the morning, but as long as it is not discovered by Yu Patriarch, Yu Patriarch will not bother to expose it, and will soon graduate. Offend people; moreover, Yu patriarch did not have the habit of repeating inspections. Even if all the classes had been watched, the reason was simple ... As a junior high school graduate, Yu patriarch's own work was not done by Tamar! Where do you have more time to visit?

But there is no way. Often times, the school leaders like to make a fool. Yu Heng actually didn't believe that those key universities in the city had no copying work at all ... Of course, this was not advocating copying work.

The so-called existence is reasonable ...

The Chief Yu felt that sometimes because of some force majeure elements, the assignment was not completed on time, and it was not wrong to copy it once or twice.

When Wang Ling came to the class, he saw the foremen of the Yu tribe just stepped into the first and third grades. After glancing around lazily, he asked, tiredly, "Who are your study members?"

Then, Peanut stood up and raised his hand.

"it's me……"

Little peanut is not tall. Standing in front of Yu Heng, he looks like a schoolboy, lowers his head, and blinks his eyes: "Yu Xuechang, rest assured, our classmates can be serious! Absolutely ... no homework phenomenon."

Yu Heng, a pair of dead fish eyes, stared at the little peanut for a while, and at a glance, he saw that the elementary school boy with a somewhat dull appearance was lying. The specific manifestations are: language is uncertain, eyes are erratic, hands and feet are unnatural ... and what a blush is this honey juice! ?

However, because I did not catch the current situation of someone copying the job, Yu Heng didn't have the time to scream: "Well, here is the inspection today." I did n’t forget to pat the head of the little peanut, and I sighed After a sentence the young man has a future.

No matter if it is elementary school, junior high school or high school, the first grade is always the most troublesome time. When you do a bad thing, you are afraid of being discovered, and then you are intimidated all day. See the thoughts of little peanuts. But these are irrelevant, because he thinks that it won't be long before the little peanuts will become old fritters.

When Wang Ling returned to his seat ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ The chief of the Yu family made a vigorous inspection and was ready to leave. As soon as Buzi stepped out of the first one and three classes, Master Erdan began to shout, "Relief of the patriarch, as an outstanding young man with a good outlook on the three, we will never copy the homework!" After saying this, Master Erdan felt that he was hiding. The red scarf deep inside himself was much brighter.

Little peanut covered her face with shame: "Student Guo, your nose ..."

Master Er'an touched her nose and found that she had a nosebleed: "Hey, it must be too exciting! Yes, it must be so! My inner justice tells me that copying homework is a very evil act!"

Wang Ling's gaze gazed at Erdan: "..." This article definitely uses four strokes to copy the homework!

Afterwards, the second egg master returned to the seat, but as soon as the buttocks got on the seat, he stood up as if he had been charged.

Wang Ling heard a sigh from Master Erdan: Hey, my **** hurts ... I wouldn't have used Wubi if I knew it ...

Wang Ling: "..." What did you do in the morning? ?