The Daily Life of the Immortal King

As Guo Erdan said, the Holy Society is really not for anyone who wants to go.

It stands to reason that Zhuo Yi, as the head office of the Hundred Schools in Songhai City, is still a full-time cadre, so it is impossible not to know about this. If there is any news from the Holy Society, he should be the first to be notified in Songhai City.

However, this Holy Society does not play cards according to the routine, and the existence of the entire organization has been classified as a state secret at the beginning, directly managed by the Ten Thousand Schools Alliance, and has been in trial operation in a small place for a period of time, until the last two days. announced. And Zhuo Yi only received the news when the advertisement of the Holy Society was on TV.

Of course, the most exciting point of this Holy Society should be the legendary quota. There is no restriction on the Golden Core Stage, as long as you are talented enough to rank in the Holy Society, you can be admitted to any university you want to go to... For example, the Seven Star Sect, a sect with a comprehensive score of 200,000 points, For many, it may be an unattainable college sanctuary in a lifetime.

If you can enter the Holy Society, then everything is possible.

So now the question arises, how to know if he is a gifted person in the eyes of the Holy Society, this is a question worth thinking about.

Wang Ling saw a post on the Internet, and someone specifically picked up information about the student Chu Yuanhao who appeared in the TV commercial of the Holy Society.

Building Materials High School is a high school invested and built by Lin Xiaocong, a famous second-generation rich in the circle, and his father Lin Sicong, and this Chu Yuanhao is actually directly related to Lin Xiaocong. Originally, Chu Yuanhao was just Lin Xiaocong's follower. A while ago, when Lin Xiaocong was walking on the road, he was blocked by several seniors in the corner of the wall, and Chu Yuanhao's potential suddenly burst out.

And according to the post, at that time, a few men in black fell from the sky and took Chu Yuanhao directly...

This man in black is the cadre of the Holy Society distributed all over the country, and is specially responsible for selecting those students with talent. According to the whistleblower on the post, this group of people in black should have followed Lin Xiaocong, but they didn't expect that they had no intention of inserting willows and willows, and they just picked up a leak next to Lin Xiaocong...

And for this matter, Wang Ling went with the attitude of the people.

It doesn't matter whether the outside world has passed down the Holy Society's amazing skills, and whether many people want to sign up for it, Wang Ling doesn't care about his own business.

Right now, Wang Ling's top priority is dealing with the sports meeting and mid-term exams in the district, and... the twenty packets of crispy noodles that he is about to lose, other things are nothing to him.

No matter how powerful the Holy Society is, it has nothing to do with me...

Just don't find yourself on top.

However, Wang Ling felt that the probability that the Holy Society could find him was actually extremely low. His grades were on the same level in the 60th High School.

Thinking of this, Wang Ling simply left the matter behind...

Review review! This is much more important than any holy society!

You must know that his exam is to take the average score... If he takes the exam too well, he will be told by Dad Wang, and if the exam is too bad, he will be called a parent by Teacher Pan.

Therefore, Wang Ling felt that the person who could get the average score in the test every time was the real boss...

However, a short while after the textbook was opened, a text message from Thunder Throwing True Monarch came over: Brother Ling... there is one thing I want to tell you...

Wang Ling replied with a question mark: "?"

Thunder Throwing True Monarch: "What's inside... The blood of the holy beast may be a day later."

Wang Ling just wanted to ask the reason, when Thunder Throwing True Monarch sent another text message: "Today I prepared a pot for Xiao Yin, he was about to bleed, but he said that the blood of the holy beast must be in the noon sun. Just let it go, so I took the basin and the knife and went outside to let it go."

Seeing this, Wang Ling seemed to have expected the ending: "..."

Sure enough, I saw the second half of the text message: "Then, the picture of Xiaoyin cutting his wrists and bleeding was seen by the nearby residents... Now he is staying in the detention center, and the police are doing ideological work for him."

Wang Ling: "..."

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At seven o'clock in the evening, the sub-bureau of Xiuzhen Police Station in Anning District, Songhai City.

Xiaoyin is facing a policeman, and his right wrist has been sterilized and simply bandaged.

When it was discovered that when he "cut his wrists", the blood of Xiaoyin's holy beast had accumulated half a basin... As a result, the group of policemen fell down without saying a word. Now recalling the scene at that time, Xiaoyin Silver still felt a deep pain in the balls.

But fortunately, it is thanks to the holy beast that it is not the liver that makes blood, otherwise he will die of exhaustion...

"Name."

"Little Silver."

"I asked for my real name..."

"My name is Xiaoyin." The young man took out his ID card, which was taken by the Thunder Throwing True Monarch himself not long ago.

"Does it still hurt?" the policeman in charge of taking the transcript asked with concern.

This little brother has worked as a psychiatrist before, and he has always been in charge of such cases of attempted suicide. In fact, taking notes is second, and the most important thing is psychological counseling. We must let these young people who have attempted suicide open their hearts... Feel the warmth of the world!

"It doesn't hurt anymore..."

Xiaoyin replied in a low voice, and at the same time glanced at the bandage wrapped around his wrist with some disgust.

Just this small incision, as long as he wants to, it can be completely healed in a few seconds. On the way to the police station before, in order not to show his guilt, he watched the police bandage his wound before starting the healing mechanism, and there was still a lot of blood during the bandaging...

"When can I leave?" Xiaoyin raised his head and stared at the policeman with flickering eyes.

However, the policeman didn't take this set at all: "It's useless to be cute, you have to explain clearly why you committed suicide."

"..."

Xiaoyin muttered in a low voice, with a bit of resentment on his face: "It's not because of those twenty packets of crispy noodles..."

The policeman almost threw his pen off the spot when he heard it: "What did you say?"

Xiaoyin: "Uh...I mean, because the twenty packets of crispy noodles didn't draw the card I wanted to draw, so..."

The policeman continued to be surprised: "Just because of this? Did you have the idea of ​​committing suicide?"

Xiaoyin: "Otherwise..."

Policeman: "..."

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About an hour later, Thunder Throwing True Monarch rushed to the police station.

Thunder Throwing True Monarch: "Hello, I'm here to bail..."

In front of the reception desk, a policeman looked at him with a smile: "Who is on bail, give me your name."

Thunder Throwing True Monarch: "Little Silver."

"Oh, that young man who looks like a mixed race. He did come to our police station because he attempted suicide before," the police said.

Thunder Throwing True Monarch: "What about now?"

Policeman: "Go to the psychiatric department of the independent ward of the Second Hospital to have a look..."

Thunder Throwing True Monarch: "..."