On Sunday, November 22, the ninth day of the national cultivation school physical skills competition, students from 100 schools from all over the country lined up in neat phalanxes and gathered in the square of the Nine Dragon Mountain base.
It could be seen that compared to the beginning, the delegations sent by the various schools were basically fewer people. Some students had accidentally broken bones or suffered more serious injuries in the course of the competition, after the lead teacher reported the statistics, they were exempted from participating in the closing ceremony.
Yi Zhiyang and Lotus Sun didnât come.
In fact, Lotus Sun had already woken up a long time ago, but grandfather sun of Huaguo Water Curtain Group was worried, so he took lotus sun back overnight for a more detailed examination.
All in all, the national physical skills competition had ended with No. 60 Highâs one-sided team show.
Many people sighed in their hearts at the drama of the competition.
At the same time, many people had pent-up resentment in their hearts.
Before the competition had even started, no one had expected No. 60 high school to be so far ahead of the other teams in the form of essay bonus points.
What happened to the physical skills exchange competition!
Wang Ling thought back to the spirit sword competition with No. 59 High School.
They hadnât had many opportunities to display their spirit swords at all, and this national physical skills competition had unexpectedly made the same mistake again.
Life was indeed a circle.
But the competition wasnât completely devoid of exciting fighting scenes. For example, the battle between Yi Zhiyang and Lotus Sun, who were at the peak of the lower golden core stage, could be replayed over and over again,
on the field, Wang Ling looked around from the corner of his eye and found that quite a few people were watching him.
He understood in his heart that the focus of so much attention was definitely not the battle with Nan Yixiu, but the essay written by his real clone âCrispy noodlesâafter the match had made him popular..
Who knew things would develop like this!
Wang Ling sighed helplessly.
..
On the way back to Songhai City on the immortal airship, Wang Ling was worried about one thing, which was whether father Wang would use an excuse to deduct his pocket money.
This national competition had caused him too much trouble, and now the entire school -- no, the entire Union of ten thousand schools -- knew that his essay was good.
But it was good that Odd Zhuo knew that he had always liked to keep a low profile and didnât like to engage in such eye-catching maneuvers, so at present, Odd Zhuo had already spread the word that Wang Lingâs essay this time was just a âFlash in the PAN.â.
Writing a composition was largely based on inspiration and luck, and a person couldnât guarantee that he would be able to write golden sentences all the time, sometimes, he would suddenly think of a very awesome sentence; it was really just a sudden burst of inspiration.
However, Wang Ling didnât know how many people would accept this statement.
In any case, on the way back, everyone on the immortal ship in the sky was full of admiration for Wang Ling, especially Tang Jingze, who could almost be described as prostrating himself on the ground.
âStudent Wang Ling, your composition is amazing! Youâre practically a contemporary Lu Shu Ren!âTang Jingze studied the sentence in the composition.
His favorite line was: âA speck of dust in the era, when it falls on a personâs head, is like a mountain.â
What kind of literary talent was it to be able to write such a brilliant golden sentence?
Amazing..
The most excited person was none other than Wang Lingâs language teacher: Guan Ziqian.
Teacher Guan was a very low-key person who rarely showed his face.
He was a very low-key office worker, and of course, his professional skills were also unquestionable.
All along, Guan Ziqian had been quite critical of Wang Lingâs composition. It wasnât that Wang Lingâs writing wasnât good, but that it was too plain! It was like a running account, and even the arguments were very old-fashioned! In the essay for the examination, Wang Lingâs composition could barely be considered above-average, but this kind of composition would never get high marks.
Thus, when this composition called âStand-inâwas exposed in the national competition, teacher Guan, who usually didnât speak much in the group, actually openly tagged Wang Ling.
â@wang Ling, youâre finally enlightened?âTeacher Guan sent an emoji covering her face as she laughed. âWhy do I feel like your composition is like a Ghostwriter?â
Wang Ling looked at teacher Guanâs question in the class group and thought about it for a long time before replying with two trembling words: âNo.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
To be honest, when these two words were typed on the screen, Wang Ling felt guilty.
When teacher Guan saw the reply, she didnât stand on ceremony and directly retorted in the group. âThen whatâs with your usual composition? Are you acting me?â
â...â
It hit the nail on the head.
Wang Ling was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat.
Fortunately, old antique came out in time to smooth things over for Wang Ling. âStudent Wang Ling is a contestant who occasionally performs well in big competitions, teacher Guan, donât be so calculative.âWhen he saw Wang Ling holding his phone with a pitiful look on his face, his heart ached a little.
Look how scared this child is!
Teacher Guan was naturally joking.
His student had written such an excellent composition in a national competition, and he was very happy about it.
He didnât type anymore, he directly praised Wang Ling publicly through voice chat in the group. âWang Ling, this fully demonstrates that you actually have the potential to write a composition. I suspect that the composition you wrote before was probably because you didnât have enough time and were too nervous. If you had enough time, even if you didnât perform as well as you did this time, you would at least be above average or even above average!â
Wang Ling still didnât have the courage to reply.
The reason was that he felt that teacher Guan was implying something.
Sure enough, teacher Guan said, âWang Ling, thereâs a writing competition in the district in the middle of next month. The teachers in our language group have been discussing for a long time who our school should send over. Why Donât you do it?â
Wang Ling:â?â
Teacher Guan: âThis time, itâs all because of your essay that our school won the national competition. I donât think the teachers in the other language groups have any objections. People are all forced out. Since you have potential, you should put some pressure on yourself, understand? Teacher, this is for your own good.â
Wang Ling:â...â
He had known that things would develop like this!
..
It was already afternoon when he took the immortal airship back to No. 60 high schoolâs playground. Wang Ling was about to go home when he heard someone shouting on the way out of the school gate, âA speck of dust from the era! A speck of dust from the era!â
â...âWang Ling turned his head and actually saw a passerby looking at him excitedly. It was a middle-aged woman who was bringing her daughter home from school.
Judging from the girlâs clothes, she should be from Qingyun Primary School, which was near No. 60 high school.
âSee that brother? A speck of dust from the Times!âThe middle-aged woman squatted down, she said excitedly to her daughter. She had forgotten Wang Lingâs name, but still gave him a unique nickname based on his essay.
In other words: A Speck of dust in the era..
âYou have to learn from that brother, he writes very well!âThe middle-aged woman was very excited.
âMom! That brother is eating crispy noodle snacks!âThe little girl pointed at Wang Ling.
âLetâs Go! Letâs go buy some! Eat It! Maybe your shitty essay can be as good as that brotherâs!âThe middle-aged woman was even more excited.
â...â
The corners of Wang Lingâs mouth twitched.
It looked like he was really famous this time.
Even his face was starting to be snatched away..