Chapter 1211: Look How Scared This Kid Is

On Sunday, November 22, the ninth day of the National Cultivation School Physical Arts Competition, students from hundreds of schools across the country lined up in neat squares and gathered at the square of Jiulongshan Base.

It can be seen that compared with the beginning, the delegations sent by each school basically have fewer people. Some students suffered accidental fractures or other more serious injuries during the competition. After the team leader’s statistics and reporting, they can be exempted from participating in this closing ceremony.

Yi Zhiyang and Sun Rong did not come.

In fact, Sun Rong had already woken up, but the old man Sun from Huaguo Water Curtain Group was worried and took Sun Rong back overnight for a more detailed examination.

In short, this national physical arts competition ended with a one-sided team show of No. 60 Middle School.

Many people sighed at the drama of the competition.

At the same time, many people also had accumulated resentment in their hearts.

Before the competition started, no one would have thought that No. 60 Middle School would eventually lead other teams by a large margin in the form of extra points for essays.

What about the promised physical arts exchange competition!

Wang Ling thought of the previous spiritual sword competition with No. 59 Middle School.

They didn't have many opportunities to show their spiritual swords, and this national physical competition ended up repeating the same mistake.

Life is indeed a circle.

However, the competition was not completely without exciting fighting scenes, such as the peak duel between Yi Zhiyang and Sun Rong in the lower Jindan stage. All the fighting scenes of this game can be taken out and savored repeatedly.

On the playground, Wang Ling looked around with his peripheral vision and found that many people were watching him.

He knew in his heart that the focus of so much attention was not because of the battle with Nan Yixiu, but because of the essay written by his real clone "Crispy Noodles" after the game, which made him famous...

Who knew things would develop like this!

Wang Ling sighed helplessly.

...

On the way back to Songhai City on the air fairy ship, Wang Ling was worried about one thing, that is, whether Wang's father would deduct his pocket money on the pretext of something.

This national competition caused him too much trouble. Now the whole school... no, the whole Ten Thousand Schools Alliance knows that he writes well.

Fortunately, Zhuo Yi knew that he always liked to keep a low profile and didn't like to do such eye-catching operations, so Zhuo Yi had already spread the word to the public, claiming that Wang Ling's composition this time was just a "flash in the pan".

Writing a composition itself, when there are no mistakes in the use of words and sentences, depends largely on inspiration and luck. A person cannot guarantee that he can write golden sentences all the time. Sometimes he suddenly thinks of a very awesome sentence, which is really just inspiration.

However, Wang Ling doesn't know how many people can accept this statement.

Anyway, on the way back, everyone on the air fairy ship admired Wang Ling very much, especially Tang Jingze, who could almost be described as prostrating himself.

"Student Wang Ling, your composition is great! It's simply the contemporary Lu Shuren!" Tang Jingze savored the sentences in the composition.

His favorite is the sentence: "A speck of dust in the era, falling on a person's head, is a mountain."

What kind of literary talent can write such a great golden sentence?

Incredible...

The most excited person is Wang Ling's Chinese teacher: Guan Ziqian.

Teacher Guan is a very low-key person, and he rarely shows his face.

He is a very low-key office worker, and of course, his professional ability is naturally beyond reproach.

Guan Ziqian has always been quite critical of Wang Ling's composition. It's not that Wang Ling's writing is bad, but that Wang Ling's writing is too bland! It's just like a running account, and even the arguments are very old-fashioned! In the examination composition, Wang Ling's composition can barely be considered as passing, but such a composition will never get a high score.

So, when this composition titled "Substitute" was exposed in the national competition, Teacher Guan, who usually doesn't talk much in the group, actually directly tagged Wang Ling.

" x-on:Wang Ling, you finally got it?" Teacher Guan sent a face-covering smiley expression: "Why do I feel that your composition looks like a ghostwriter?"

Wang Ling looked at Teacher Guan's question in the class group, and thought for a long time before trembling and replying with two words: "No."

To be honest, Wang Ling felt guilty when these two words were typed on the screen.

Teacher Guan saw the reply and didn't hesitate to respond in the group: "What about your usual essays? Are you playing me?"

"..."

It hit the nail on the head.

Wang Ling was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, Lao Gudong came out in time to smooth things over for Wang Ling: "Student Wang Ling is a contestant who occasionally performs well in competitions. Teacher Guan, don't be so picky." He saw Wang Ling holding his phone with a pitiful look, and he felt a little distressed.

Look how scared this kid is!

Teacher Guan was joking.

He was happy that his students wrote such excellent essays in a national competition.

He stopped typing and directly praised Wang Ling in the group with a voice message: "Wang Ling, this fully shows that you actually have literary talent and potential. I suspect that the essay you wrote before may be because you didn't have enough time and were too nervous. If you were given enough time, even if you didn't perform as well as this time, you could at least be at an above-average or even above level!"

Wang Ling still didn't have the courage to reply.

The reason was that he felt that there was something else behind Teacher Guan's words.

As expected, Teacher Guan said next: "Wang Ling, there will be an essay competition in the district in the middle of next month. Our teachers in the Chinese language group have been discussing for a long time who our school should send to the competition. Why don't you do it?"

Wang Ling: "?"

Teacher Guan: "This time, it was all your composition that helped our school win the national competition. I think the other teachers in the Chinese language group have no objection. People are all forced to come out. Since you have potential, then You have to put appropriate pressure on yourself, understand? This is for your own good, teacher."

Wang Ling: "..."

He knew that things would develop like this!

…

It was already afternoon when Wang Ling returned to the playground of No. 60 Middle School on the flying fairy ship. Wang Ling was preparing to go home. As soon as he left the school gate, he heard someone shouting on the road: "A grain of ash of the times! A grain of ash of the times!"

"..." Wang Ling turned around and saw a passerby looking at him happily. She was a middle-aged woman who was taking her daughter home from school.

Judging from the girl's clothes, she should be from Qingyun Primary School, which is Xiuzhen Primary School near No. 60 Middle School.

"Have you seen that brother? A grain of ashes in the era!" The middle-aged woman knelt down and said excitedly to her daughter. She had forgotten Wang Ling's name, but based on Wang Ling's essay, the scene Wang Ling was given a unique nickname.

That is: a grain of ashes of the times...

"You should learn like that brother, he writes so well!" The middle-aged woman was very excited.

"Mom! That brother is eating crispy noodles!" The little girl pointed at Wang Ling.

"Let's go! Let's buy it too! Eat it! Maybe your shitty composition can be as good as your brother's!" The middle-aged woman became even more excited.

"..."

The corners of Wang Ling's mouth twitched.

It seems that he is really famous now.

Even his face, some people began to snatch it...