The Daily Life of the Immortal King

For the first time, Wang Ling felt like he was being calculated.

Sometimes metaphysics can happen, but Wang Ling believes that there may be a coincidence under certain circumstances, but when the coincidence happened once, twice or even multiple times, Wang Ling began to have to doubt the incident itself. .

Therefore, Fang Xing's impression on Wang Ling was very special.

That kind of contact from the corner of the eye, intentional or unintentional, seemed to be a coincidence but not a coincidence, which made Wang Ling wake up with great vigilance.

However, the alert returned to the alert, but Wang Ling did not expect that he would be calculated by Fang Xing first.

With Fang Xing's recommendation, Mr. Ye was of course very happy, and he was not impressed with Mr. Wang Ling. In the previous Lingjian exchange meeting at No. 59 Middle School, Mr. Ye felt that Wang Ling's luck was not generally good. Maybe this time... as a mascot, maybe?

"Student Wang Ling, can you participate?"

So, after Fang Xing's recommendation, Teacher Ye looked at Wang Ling like this, showing hopeful and sincere eyes.

Wang Ling: "..."

The district league school sports meeting, Wang Ling actually heard Chen Chao mention it before. However, in a sports meeting of this level, to represent the school, Wang Ling felt that he was usually a low-key in the school, and even his sports performance was maintained at the middle level. Moreover, among the freshmen of this year's first year of high school, there are many sports students such as Chen Chao. With the limited number of places, Wang Ling felt that it would never be his turn.

Thinking about it carefully now, Wang Ling felt that he had sold himself.

What a strange FLAG you have set up!

In the end, Wang Ling agreed...

Of course, he was forced to agree.

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At the end of school that day, Fang Xing still walked out of the school surrounded by a group of girls, and Wang Ling was also the one who chose to leave school at this time. Moreover, Wang Ling is far away from Fang Xing, someone like this is too dazzling... Wang Ling feels that it is better to have less contact at this stage.

Originally, Wang Ling could choose to teleport home, but this day the old man happened to be in the city to visit some of the disciples he had accepted in the star-rated hotel, so he rode a little three-wheeled sheep to pick him up. Wang Ling, the most amazing thing is that even Er Ha came with him.

Looking across the crosswalk at the entrance of No. 60 High School, Wang Ling saw the old man riding the newly maintained sheep waiting across the road, with a green Akita lying lazily wagging his tail... This picture looks really strange.

The place where the old man parked was quite conspicuous. In fact, many people could see it, so Wang Ling carried his bag and left the class as soon as school was over.

"Lingling, what's the matter? Why do you look flustered?" The old man was a little strange.

Er Ha raised his eyes to look at Wang Ling, and winked strangely. He also felt that his little master Ling didn't seem to be in a good state today. But soon, it saw Fang Xing, who was on the other side of the road saying goodbye to a group of girls, and then walking towards here step by step, and immediately understood what was going on...

This should be the first time Erha saw Fang Xing, but Erha felt very strange.

It felt that the breath on Fang Xing's body was indescribably familiar.

It seems as if it has been smelled somewhere...

"Lingling, is this your classmate?" The old man stared at Fang Xing who came over for a while.

Then soon, he gave the other party's first impression of waking up: "Your classmate... your legs are so long!"

Wang Ling: "..."

Although the old man is old and has suffered from Alzheimer's, his aesthetics have not weakened at all. Since I learned on-demand video with Dad Wang, I have also studied the otaku culture of many modern young people one after another, and I am a very fashionable old man.

"Hello grandpa, are you here to pick up classmate Wang Ling?" Fang Xing approached and greeted warmly.

Then Wang Ling saw that the old man nodded, raised his hand and said: are-you-ok.

Wang Ling: "..."

Fang Xing laughed heartily: "Grandpa, you are really interesting."

"Aren't you and our Lingling in the same class? The class took a photo at the beginning of the school year, why don't I seem to have seen you?" the old man asked.

"My name is Fang Xing. I'm new here. I just applied for admission here the day before yesterday." Fang Xing replied.

...It turned out to be a transfer student!

The old man suddenly realized in an instant... Like this kind of sudden shift in the middle of the school, the connections and financial resources behind such parents are probably not simple. Moreover, the old man had already made up the image of Fang Xing's parents in his mind, and he thought of a line in the sketch: the head is big and the neck is thick, if you are not rich, you will be a husband.

Therefore, the parents of this classmate Fang Xing may be chefs if they are not rich!

The old man felt that he had found a common language for a moment.

"..."

Wang Ling no longer knew what to use to complain about the strange brain circuit of the old man.

"Student Fang, although you are not in the same class as Lingling, you are still an alumnus. In the future, Lingling will take care of you more." The old man looked at Fang Xing and smiled.

"Don't worry, Grandpa, Wang Ling and I will represent the school in the district league sports meeting in two weeks. I will take care of Wang Ling." When Fang Xing said this, he still maintained a harmless look. The smile, the eyes narrowed into a slit, looked a bit meaningful.

But the blame is here...

When Wang Ling read his mind, he didn't even read Fang Xing's evil thoughts.

This is the strangest person I've ever seen...

After chatting with the old man for a while, Fang Xing suddenly noticed the ingredients placed in the tricycle. These fresh food and vegetables were sent by the old disciples when the old man left the hotel, filling half of the tricycle. Vegetables, fruit, and a huge cured ham. The ham was directly packed in vacuum packaging, with the words "Secret Made by Chrysanthemum Downstairs" written on it.

"Is Grandpa a chef?" Fang Xing asked curiously.

"Well, but I have already retired. When I am old, I can hardly hold a spoon." The old man smiled.

"What a coincidence!"

Fang Xing, who received the reply, showed a surprised expression: "To tell my grandfather, my family actually opened a noodle shop."

"Oh? Noodle shop? What kind of noodles do they sell?" The old man suddenly became interested.

Fang Xing: "All kinds of noodles are sold! But the most famous noodles in our store are the handmade beef tendon noodles hand-drawn by the Lanzhou master. And we will weave the beef tendon noodles into the shape of instant noodles and fry them at high temperature. Just noodle!"

Old man: "..."

Two clam: "..."

Wang Ling: "!!!"