Chapter 947: The Last Holiday Homework

September 5th, the twenty-third day of the summer vacation.

There is still about a month left before the end of the summer vacation. The return date of each cultivation high school is advanced. That is to say, although the school starts on October 7th, in fact, on the day of returning to school on October 1st, homework must be submitted and a new round of entrance examinations must be taken.

Half a year later, Wang Ling still remembers the embarrassment when he first entered No. 60 Middle School. The new round of entrance examinations will not affect the class division, but will only evaluate the comprehensive ability of each student after half a year of study. Some have improved, and some have failed... The key lies in the degree of improvement.

And this is also the new round of "score reduction" problem that Wang Ling is facing now.

This exam score reduction is much more difficult, because he needs to clearly know the learning situation of everyone in their class, and then calculate the degree of improvement, and finally decide how much he has improved...

That's right, even if it is the degree of improvement, Wang Ling has to reduce his score for himself to keep it at the middle level of the improved students in the class.

Wang Ling has never been a procrastinator when it comes to summer homework. He will not choose to find a fast food restaurant to catch up on the last few days of the holiday like 99% of people.

When doing homework, Wang Ling prefers to be well-organized, and for Wang Ling, some copying homework does not require him to do it himself.

In terms of handwriting, Wang Ling has put the global font database into his brain. It is quite easy to imitate handwriting using the magical power of "Da Ma Liang Shu", so even if Wang Ling does not practice calligraphy, he does not have to worry about his handwriting being ugly.

Every time he handed in homework, including exams, Teacher Pan always felt that Wang Ling's handwriting was like it was printed out, and each word was square and upright...

...

The last summer writer is to write a report.

This is also the homework assigned by each class teacher, which must be completed, and it is also a bonus item for graduation.

Wang Ling doesn't really care whether it adds points or not, but if he doesn't write this report, he will lose points...

The theme of the report: "My Classmates".

Requirements: After half a semester of getting along with your classmates, you must have known and understood your classmates. Please write an evaluation of no less than 800 words for each of the five most familiar classmates in the class, and talk about the process of getting to know each other and the stories of getting along with each other (no falsehood, the story must be true and false, you can complain, but no insulting words.)

"..."

Well...

Wang Ling searched for the homework requirements assigned by Teacher Pan in his mind, and a long-lost sense of melancholy appeared in his heart.

800 words of composition, in fact, not much... but to write five pieces, that's a bit too much!

The key is that this matter can't be done by the pen and eraser. These two monsters are mechanical writing. Wang Ling remembered the composition written by the pen for himself before. The Chinese teacher commented below: Why don't you copy the "Classic Collection of Good Words and Good Sentences"?

So, that homework... the Chinese teacher gave a low score.

The disadvantage of mechanical writing is that the writing is emotionless, and the traces of copying the selected composition are too serious.

This report must be a real story.

Wang Ling felt that he had to have a deeper understanding of at least five people before he could start writing.

Speaking of the five people in the class who had the deepest connection with him.

Chen Chao, Guo Erdan, Lin Xiaoyu, Xiaohuasheng, and Sun Rong, who the author actually didn't know who this person was but still hadn't forgotten...

At the beginning of the school year, four of the five people were included in his "strictly watch out" list.

Now, in the blink of an eye, half a semester has passed.

"Time flies so fast..." Wang Ling murmured unconsciously.

It took more than 900 chapters to write half a semester. In fact, Wang Ling didn't know how many chapters it would take for this author to finish writing until high school graduation... No, maybe he should ask, how many days it would take to finish.

After all, this shameless and unscrupulous author only updated one chapter a day.

...

Whenever he thought of this, Wang Ling couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He calmed himself down, then opened his eyes. When the golden petals bloomed in his pupils, Wang Tong's pupil power had been fully released.

A ray of light penetrated into the void, revealing a past history. He was searching for memories about Chen Chao.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Ling had come from the desk to a sea of ​​stars. This was the memory space that Wang Tong had penetrated into, and around him at this moment were all fragments of memories about Chen Chao.

He reached out and grasped a fragment in his palm...

A memory that did not belong to Wang Ling suddenly appeared in his mind.

All kinds of memories and pictures, like old photos, jumped onto the paper.

4383 years...

Chen Chao was able to remember things when he was 3 years old.

The Chen family ran a martial arts hall, and Chen's father was the director of the martial arts hall.

One night in late December, the weather in Songhai City suddenly turned cold, and the biting cold wind accompanied by snowflakes fell down.

When Chen Chao woke up, a thick layer of snow had accumulated outside.

The sky was just getting light, and the outside world was covered with snow. The faint light from the clouds shone on the snowflakes, causing Chen Chao to open his eyes a little uncomfortable.

In fact, it was not even six o'clock.

That night, Chen Chao slept in his own dojo.

When he opened his eyes, he heard the sound of hitting the wooden man outside the door.

In the courtyard in front of the dojo, Chen's father arranged some martial arts equipment here.

Although three-year-old Chen Chao could not fully understand how to use these equipment, he knew that if he wanted to become stronger, he had to deal with these equipment every day.

In the courtyard, Dad Chen was bare-chested, showing his strong muscles, and was barefoot fighting with the wooden man in the courtyard.

He stretched out his fist and quickly retracted it. His movements were as fast as a viper. Chen Chao's eyes were completely blank, and even catching the shadow of the fist seemed so difficult.

Letting Chen Chao live in the martial arts hall was deliberately done by Dad Chen. Their Chen family has been practicing ancient martial arts for generations. In the era of universal cultivation, physical skills are still an indispensable part.

But now, more and more children would rather become a magician who sets fireballs behind their backs, and they would rather be a man who uses superb physical skills to charge forward.

In Dad Chen's view, a real man should charge forward! Instead of hiding behind and casting spells.

Seeing Chen Chao wake up, Dad Chen knew that his time had come. He completely suppressed his breath and exhaled a white gas from his mouth. The white gas was as long as a flying dragon spitting snow, and it sprayed out for more than ten meters. Chen Chao opened his mouth in surprise.

"Do you want to learn, child?" Dad Chen looked at Chen Chao.

"Yes!" Chen Chao was already infected.

"Good child!" Dad Chen touched Chen Chao's round little head, picked him up from the inner room, and came to an old locust tree.

Dad Chen: "Go, child."

Chen Chao: "???"

Dad Chen: "If you want to practice martial arts, first pull the tree. From today on, you will use your hands to pull the bark. Until the tree is bald."

Chen Chao: "???"

Wang Ling: "..."

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