The Daily Life of the Immortal King

When Dad Wang came to the gate of No. 60 Middle School, he was shocked by the sight of the school gate for the first time. To be honest, this scene made Dad Wang feel a little deja vu. When Wang Ling just went to kindergarten, there was a large crowd of parents standing in front of the kindergarten every time after school.

But since Wang Ling entered the senior class in kindergarten, Dad Wang never picked up Wang Ling again. During that time, Wang Ling was targeted by many child traffickers because of his cute looks. As a result, the entire kidnapping gang was taken away on the day that Wang Ling was kidnapped. Therefore, at that time, Wang Ling had set a record of taking out thousands of kidnapping gangs since he started from kindergarten and graduated from elementary school.

As for this matter, the father and son of the Wang family kept their mouths shut, and no one mentioned it to the outside world...deeply hidden merit and fame.

So this time, when I came to pick up Wang Ling in person, Dad Wang had a vague sense of nostalgia in his heart, and he didn't plan to come. But this time, on the one hand, Mr. Pan called him personally, and on the other hand, the entrance of No. 60 Middle School was indeed a grand space. Many parents also brought their families to pick up their children. Parents from other families came. It would seem a little different if you didn't come by yourself.

Pushing on the black-rimmed glasses, Dad Wang walked towards the crowd with his pockets in his pockets. After walking into the crowd, he realized that the scene looked chaotic, but these parents were actually lining up.

The reason for the chaos is that some parents also brought their disciples or disciples from their own sects to support the scene.

Looking at the long dragon in front of him, Dad Wang sighed inwardly. Except for the long queue at the comic exhibition every year, he never suffered such grievances during the rest of the time.

Because the teachers at the school gate had to check the parents' identities one by one before calling the number, the whole process seemed rather slow, and some parents were a little impatient and frowned deeply.

Many of these parents in the queue are high-profile figures, and there must be something wrong in private, but no one swears or urges them because of their impatience.

At this time, it is often the embodiment of quality.

In order to allow the students to go home safely, the teachers in the school delayed their time off from get off work and all stayed at the school to work overtime... It's all over, what else can you say? Any complaints?

Dad Wang stood silently at the end of the queue, but he didn't feel bored. Writing comes from life, and sometimes it is very good to collect characters and materials, which should be regarded as a kind of occupational disease.

Dad Wang's realm is not high, only the level of the early stage of qi refining, but even if the level is not high, it is still possible to judge the strength of the breath by observing the words and colors. For example, the middle-aged man standing in front of him now, Dad Wang thought it was very difficult.

This man is very rough, with a beautiful beard on his face, wearing ancient clothes, strutting, head up, and several kitchen knives stuck in his waist. At first glance, he looks like a sect master.

Dad Wang took the initiative to meet him and patted the man on the shoulder: "Brother, are you here to pick up the child too?"

When he was talking, Dad Wang noticed that there were many young people around him who were dressed like men outside, staring at him, and reconfirmed the identity of the man in his heart.

Dad Wang knew very well that these people were probably his disciples.

"what?"

The middle-aged man didn't expect that someone would take the initiative to talk to him. He was stunned for a while, then turned around and saw Dad Wang, and then casually responded: "En..."

Dad Wang's height is not high, he didn't even reach the shoulders of men, and even when he spoke, he raised his head slightly to speak. There is a stark contrast between the two bodies.

Dad Wang: "Is your son in the ordinary class or the elite class?"

The face of the middle-aged man suddenly turned dark: "..." Isn't this a pot that can't be opened and lifted!

What he is most afraid of is that someone will ask this question...

Thinking of his dignified kitchen knife sect master, his son was only admitted to the ordinary class, which is not a joke.

Therefore, the chef of the kitchen knife door chose to remain silent at this moment. He thought that as long as he did not answer, this person should not ask any more questions, right?

It's a pity that the person he faced was Dad Wang...

It can only be said that Dad Wang is worthy of being Dad Wang. As a senior online writer, Dad Wang gave full play to his indomitable spirit when dealing with the problems encountered when collecting materials.

Dad Wang: "Brother? Why don't you speak?"

Kitchen Knife Sect Master: "..."

Dad Wang patted the man on the shoulder: "It's alright, everyone is a parent. Anyway, we are all lining up now. As for the child's education, we can actually discuss it. My child just entered school this year, and he did not perform well in the entrance examination. already."

Misfired?

The chef of the kitchen knife door was instantly overjoyed: "Your son also performed abnormally and entered the ordinary class?"

Dad Wang shook his head: "No... the elite class."

The chef of the kitchen knife door just wanted to roar in his heart: "..." Then you should talk about it!

Dad Wang: "My son is relatively introverted. I was thinking about him entering the elite class. Over time, being with a group of outstanding children may lead to a feeling of inferiority. So I wanted him to take an ordinary class or a hard-working class..."

Having said this, Dad Wang sighed: "Who knows, this is not playing well! I just want him to be a poor student!"

Kitchen Knife Gatekeeper: ? ? ?

This Tamar is also called abnormal performance? Shouldn't it be an extraordinary performance? Which parent doesn't expect their children to become dragons and phoenixes these days, how can they still expect their children to become poor students? At this moment, the owner of the kitchen knife door deeply realized that he had met a very strange parent, and he suddenly didn't want to talk anymore...

If you continue to talk to this person, it is purely just to find yourself unhappy...

However, just as the middle-aged man turned his head, he saw Dad Wang take out a small notebook from the corner of his eye, and took out a pen that seemed to be recording something...

It is impossible for the dignified kitchen knife door owner to have no such eyesight. He narrowed his eyes and he could see the words written by Wang Dad in the notebook. It said - Material 1: kitchen knife door Lord, a big man with a big back and a big waist with a few kitchen knives hanging from his waist. He is often troubled by the fact that his son was admitted to the ordinary class. After a preliminary personality test, this person should be a serious and arrogant...

Seeing this, the middle-aged man twitched the corners of his mouth fiercely, a little angry: "You... who are you, you..."

Dad Wang calmly pushed his black-rimmed glasses: "I'm sorry, brother, I'm collecting material. As an online writer, this is my job."

Kitchen Knife Sect Master: "..."

After speaking, Dad Wang took out a black cigar from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

Afterwards, he stared calmly at the middle-aged man in front of him: "Brother, is there a fire? Borrow a fire!"

The middle-aged man was already trembling with anger, but the moment he saw this cigar, he instantly calmed down... This is a national treasure cigar! Only people at that level can get it! The middle-aged man looked at Dad Wang with a shocked expression... Who the hell is this person?

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PS: For the origin of cigars, please refer to Chapter 128 of the novel "Father Wang's Strongest Fan"