v3 Chapter 1916： Congratulations, Wang Ling, you are not a mascot this time! (one…

That night, Wang Ling actually had an ominous premonition. When he returned home, the "eyelid warning" that had not been activated for a long time began again, and it was still the frequency of the ghost version... it proved that there will be a big one next. Trouble happens.

Wang Ling subconsciously believed that this was the "butterfly effect" caused by his failure to accurately execute the pressure points this time.

So when he got home, he put down his schoolbag and started to stare at Wang Ying, and Wang Ying still hugged his arms against the wall like an okay person.

He was stunned by Wang Ling, and in the end he had to spread his hands: "Lord Ling...I think it's something. Even if I have a pot, you can't blame me all. I just made an immature suggestion. , Who knew you adopted that?"

This made Wang Ling speechless for a while.

But because of his character, it is easy to be "deceived"!

Wang Ling sighed in his heart. He thought about it carefully, and felt that Wang Ying could not only be blamed for this matter, but he could only be blamed for being so innocent and well-behaved.

Of course, Wang Ling didn't dare to tell Mom and Dad Wang after coming back. He was afraid that his pocket money would be deducted by Dad Wang again.

But Wang Ling knew that this paper couldn't contain fire, and Wang's father and mother would know this sooner or later.

However, what Wang Ling didn't expect was that Wang's parents and Wang's mother knew faster than he thought...

The couple saw Wang Ling coming in from the door with a depressed look, and without a word, took off his shoes and went straight to the room. They felt that the atmosphere was not right from the low pressure.

Although Wang Ling is usually an expressionless type of person, but after living for more than ten years, he is very familiar with what kind of temperament his son is, and using micro-expressions to judge and analyze the specific situation. It is not an exaggeration to be an expert.

Normal parents will definitely think that their children are sad and blame themselves because of the unsatisfactory results of this monthly exam.

But Wang's father and mother are different.

"Is this test too good?" Wang Ma said.

"It should be." Dad Wang put down the newspaper and sighed, with a sad expression on his face: "Hey, I have said it to him several times. If you want to score, don’t do so well. Too good is easy to be cited. People are paying attention! How many competitions have you participated in before? Back then, Xiao Zhuozi and A Ming would help to wipe their **** behind their backs."

Hearing this, Wang Ma shook her head: "I think I have something to say about this. In the previous games, I didn't make myself want to go. Various factors, plus the toughness of Teacher Pan. He can't help but listen to the request."

"Besides, except for the moment when Ling Ling was enrolled, which time was not the point? Shouldn't he be sent when he should be sent? I doubt..."

Dad Wang was taken aback and suddenly woke up, "You mean, Ling Ling has been exposed?"

"Exposure should not be enough."

Wang Ma shook her head: "I guess the teacher from No. 60 Middle School is trying to test him. And as far as I know, because Ling Ling has already pressed down points before Huihui has made the teacher suspicious. So I think that occasionally I get a little better in the test. At one point, it's also a way to dispel the teacher's worries."

Not to mention, after listening to this analysis, Dad Wang felt that what Wang Ma said was actually quite reasonable.

However, Lao Wang's house rules are here, which have been set long ago and cannot be easily changed.

If you do well in the exam, you have to deduct your allowance.

If you are the first in grade or something, you will be fined a whole year of pocket money.

Mother Wang still felt sorry for Wang Ling. While doing the things she started, she couldn't help but said, "The child is very poor. Don't fight too much this time."

"Well, but I have to punish as well, I have to count it. This time I will forget it." Dad Wang sighed. He never knew that Wang Ling was not easy, so this time he decided to punish him less.

Punish one dollar, just a symbolic expression.

Therefore, even if Wang Ling didn't say anything here, Wang's parents and Wang's mother had guessed the matter based on their understanding of Wang Ling.

Parents are always children’s roundworms. Wang Ling thinks that this is nothing false, and sometimes he even wonders if Wang’s parents are also “he’s heart-warming”.

How can you know so many things about yourself so easily?

Of course, for Wang Ling, his "nightmare" today is much more than that.

Because just that night, Teacher Pan called directly.

A phone call came to Wang's cottage.

Coming up to Wang Ling is just a rant.

Teacher Pan: "It's amazing! It's amazing! Mr. Wang! Although your son has only improved a little in each subject this time, his grade's rise in ranking is directly the first place!"

Dad Wang: "Teacher, how can this bring the rankings up..."

Teacher Pan: "Our Sixty Middle School has always advocated diversity. The rankings are set up to allow every child to go up and look at themselves correctly from multiple dimensions and perspectives, so as to achieve their own strengths and shortcomings. What's wrong. To be honest, I always felt that Wang Ling, this kid, deliberately did not do well in the exam."

Dad Wang: "Then this time..."

On the phone, Teacher Pan smiled from ear to ear: "But this time, facing such a difficult paper. Wang Ling not only stabilized his usual level, but also gave scores in various subjects online. This is a habit. Some stable performances coupled with super-level performances, won't it just make Wang Ling's overall ranking leap forward in one fell swoop!"

Dad Wang continued on the phone and was already wiping his sweat: "Mr. Pan, you should call me more than just to say... things that made him do well in the exam..."

"That’s Mr. Wang, your child is so good. And our school has won the rankings in the previous competitions in which he participated, so this time the list of freshmen list for provincial and municipal high school cultivation colleges, I want to recommend it. The king ordered him to pass."

Dad Wang took a deep breath.

As expected, what should be here is here...

…

In the ancient alley deep in the Zhuquemen of Songhai City, there is a teahouse that has been open for a long time, and a young man in a black trench coat is walking through it.

Zhuquemen was built in the year of Xiuzhenli in 2000. It has a history of more than two thousand years. In the imperial period, it was once the main aisle for the emperor to transport royal supplies daily. Now it has become Songhai after being rebuilt. The city’s tourist attraction, UU Reading , except for a few more shops, still retains its original look.

Those city walls, arrow towers, moats... seem to allow people to travel back 2,000 years ago at once.

There are also many students gathered here, because the coordinates of Zhuquemen are right at the center of several key high schools in Songhai City, so this has become a place where students often gather.

At 6 o'clock in the evening, a man in a black windbreaker was walking on the road of the ancient alley, and he seemed a little out of place among the students wearing uniforms from various schools.

He walked to the door of the teahouse where he had made appointments in advance, reached out his hand and knocked on the wooden door.

This is an old teahouse, and the plaque in front of the door has the word nine days written on it.

"Who?"

The teahouse with the closed door suddenly lit up, and then a rough voice came from inside.

"In Xia Jing Heqiu, come to discuss the issue of this provincial and municipal high school freshman list." The man took off his hat in front of the door and reverently reported his family.