On Sunday, November 22, on the ninth day of the National Cultivation School Physical Art Competition, students from hundreds of schools from all over the country were listed in neat square formations and gathered on the square of the Jiulong Mountain Base.

It can be seen that compared with the beginning, the delegations sent by various schools basically had fewer people. Some students had accidental fractures or other more serious injuries during the competition. After statistics and reporting by the teacher leading the team, they can be exempted from attending the 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 inspection.

In short, this national sports competition ended with a one-sided team show of 60 in the first 10th.

Many people sighed in their hearts about the drama of the competition.

At the same time, many people are filled with resentment.

Before the competition began, no one would have thought that the Sixty Eight ended up with a large margin of other teams in the form of extra points in composition.

What about the physical skills exchange competition that was agreed upon!

Wang Ling thought of the time before the Spirit Sword Competition with the 59th Middle School.

Their spiritual swords did not have much chance to be displayed, and this national sports competition did not expect to eventually repeat the same mistake.

Life is indeed a circle.

However, the competition is not completely without exciting fighting scenes. For example, the peak duel between Yi Zhiyang and Sun Rong in the Golden Pill stage. All the fighting scenes in this game can be taken out and savored repeatedly.

On the playground, Wang Ling looked at the surrounding environment with his own light 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 made him popular...

Who knows that things will 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.

This national competition has caused him too much trouble. Now the entire school... no, the entire Wan School Alliance knows that he has written a good essay.

Fortunately, Zhuo Yi knew that he had always liked to be low-key and did not like to do such eye-catching operations, so Zhuo Yi has been rumored to the outside world, claiming that Wang Ling's composition this time was just a "flash-of-the-pan".

When writing essays, when using words and sentences without errors, it depends largely on inspiration and luck. It is impossible for a person to ensure that he can write golden sentences at all times. Sometimes he suddenly thinks of a very awesome sentence, but inspiration is suddenly launched.

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

Anyway, on the way back, everyone on the fairy ship in the air admired Wang Ling, especially Tang Jingze, who could almost be described as provoking his body.

"Student Wang Ling, your composition is amazing! You are simply a contemporary Lu Shuren!" Tang Jingze carefully savored the sentences in the composition.

What he likes the most is the sentence: "A grain of ashes from the times fall on one's heads, and it is a mountain."

What kind of literary talent can write such great golden sentences?

Great...

The most exciting person is Wang Ling’s Chinese teacher: Guan Ziqian.

Teacher Guan is a very low-key person and doesn’t show off very much.

He is a very low-key office worker, and of course, his business ability is naturally unspeakable.

Guan Ziqian has always complained about Wang Ling's essays, not that Wang Ling wrote badly, but that Wang Ling wrote too plainly! Things are like bills, and even the arguments are old-fashioned! In the exam-oriented essay, Wang Ling's essays can barely be considered to be passing the exam, but such essays will never get high scores.

So, when this essay titled "Stand-in" was exposed in the national competition, Teacher Guan, who usually doesn't speak much in the group, actually directly tagged Wang Ling.

"@Wang Ling, you are finally enlightened?" Teacher Guan sent a smiley expression covering his face: "Why do I think your composition is like a ghostwriter?"

Wang Ling looked at the question from Teacher Guan in the class group, thought for a long time before trembling and replied to two words: "No."

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

When Teacher Guan saw the reply, he was not polite and directly responded publicly in the group: "Then what's going on with your usual compositions? Are you playing me?"

“…”

It hit the nail on the head.

Wang Ling was so scared that he was sweating profusely.

Fortunately, the old antique came out in time to smooth things over to Wang Ling: "Student Wang Ling is a competition player who performs well occasionally, so Teacher Guan should not be so careless." He felt a little sad when he saw Wang Ling holding his cell phone.

Look, scared this kid!

Teacher Guan is naturally joking.

The students he taught wrote such excellent essays in national competitions, and were happy.

He stopped typing and directly praised Wang Ling in the group in a voice: "Wang Ling, this matter fully demonstrates that you actually have the potential only if you have essays. I suspect that the essay you wrote before may be because you don't have enough time and are too nervous. If you give you enough time, even if you don't perform as well as this time, at least you can have a middle- or even higher level!"

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

The reason is that he thinks there is something in the words of Teacher Guan.

As expected, Teacher Guan said: "Wang Ling, there will be a district composition competition in the middle of next month. Our Chinese teacher discussed for a long time who should our school send to you. Why not just do it?"

Wang Ling: "?"

Teacher Guan: "This time, it's all your writing to help our school win the national championship. I think the teachers in other Chinese language groups have no objection. People are forced out. Since you have potential, you have to put appropriate pressure on yourself. Do you understand? The teacher is for your own good."

Wang Ling: "..."

He knew that things would develop like this!

...

It was already afternoon when Wang Ling was about to go home when he was on the air fairy ship to return to the playground of 60 Middle School. As soon as he left the school gate, he heard someone shouting on the road: "A grain of gray in the era! A grain of gray in the era!"

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

Judging from the girl's clothes, she should be from Qingyun No. 1 Primary School, which is the Xiuzhen Primary School near No. 60 Middle School.

"Did you see that brother! A grain of gray from the times!" The middle-aged woman squatted down and said excitedly to her daughter. She forgot what Wang Ling was named, but based on Wang Ling's essay, she gave Wang Ling a unique nickname on the spot.

That is: a grain of gray from the times...

"You have to study like that brother. They have written their compositions very well!" The middle-aged woman was very excited.

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

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

“…”

Wang Ling's mouth twitched.

It seems that he is really famous now.

Even someone started to snatch his face...
Chapter completed!