The return journey is calculated by the school, using a one-stop bus service, and the route passes through each student's doorstep.

Wang Ling's family lived the farthest, and was the last to reach home.

The school paid the bus driver overtime pay to ensure that every student arrived home safely, and despite the long distance, the old driver did not complain after receiving the money.

It's just that when Wang Ling was delivered to the door, the driver looked at the small villa of the Wang family on the side of the road, which looked like a nightclub in a deserted village, and couldn't help but sigh for Wang Ling in his heart......

- What a pitiful boy this child is!

In these years, the housing prices in the urban area are not expensive, but they can't even afford the school district housing in the urban area, and they live in such a deserted suburb. It takes a lot of work to go to and from school every day, right?

The driver estimated in his heart that even if he took the fastest hearse, it would take two hours to reach Sixty Middle School. Then the round trip is four hours. This kid has to work so hard to go to school, and he must not have enough sleep! It's no wonder that he has a paralyzed face!

Wang Ling is indeed a little tired...... The main reason is that he is tired from sitting in the car, otherwise he would have arrived home a long time ago!

Sighing a little tired, Wang Ling stretched his waist and prepared to get out of the car, and when he walked to the trapezoidal steps at the front door, the driver's uncle stopped Wang Ling: "...... Schoolmate! ”

Wang Ling turned his head with a confused expression: "??? ”

I saw the driver's uncle touch his trouser pocket, take out the wallet, and then take out five hundred-yuan bills from the wallet and stuff them into Wang Ling's hand: "Classmate, I also work part-time." But depending on your living conditions, it's really not easy. Uncle's money is not much, it is a little heart, you must accept it! ”

“……”

Wang Ling stood on the side of the road, watching the old driver drive the bus all the way down the road, holding five hundred yuan in his hand, his face was messy in the wind.

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When Wang Ling returned home, it was dark in the hallway, only the living room was still lit with some faint light, and the sound of a TV was faintly heard. As soon as Wang Ling heard it, he knew that it was Wang Ma's favorite TV series "True Ring...... This is a sequel to the famous TV series "Huanzhu Gege". It tells the inspirational story of a girl named Zhenhuan who collects the five rings, uses her own efforts and sweat, wit and bravery, stands out among the intriguing athletes, and finally embarks on the World Xiuzhen Olympic Games.

The plot broadcast on TV Wang Ma has already seen it, and now the late-night files are all replays, and Wang Ma is staying in the living room to wait for her baby son to come back.

However, after all, I still can't stand the sleepiness.

In the final analysis, Wang Ma is just an ordinary person, although she has a bit of a foundation in body refining, but in the final analysis, she is just a muscular middle-aged woman. It's not easy to compare with a cultivator.

Wang's mother leaned on the sofa, the corners of her mouth slightly curled, probably because she had some good dream. She was covered with a small blanket, which was probably covered by Wang's father after seeing it.

Wang Ling glanced at the time, it was almost two o'clock in the morning......

Wang Ling raised his hand, and a spiritual light came out, directly teleporting Wang Ma to the bed in the bedroom.

Immediately after, Wang Ling gently came to the second floor and parted from his small bedroom for four days, which made Wang Ling feel a sense of longing in his heart. Wang's father and Wang's mother's master bedroom is on the third floor, Wang Ling has sent Wang's mother up before, and on the second floor, in addition to Wang Ling's own bedroom, there is also Wang's father's study.

This time is on, the light in the study is still on, and Dad Wang is cultivating immortals in the study......

Wang Ling knew in an instant that Dad Wang's father was Kavin again!

For a professional web novel writer, inspiration is the life of an online writer. Dad Wang's education level is not high, but the writing of online novels is not like traditional literature, read more novels and accumulate practical experience, and in the end, he can always improve. Dad Wang has been in this industry for more than ten years, and his writing is definitely passable. At the current level of Dad Wang, it is no longer the stage when newcomers are on the road, tens of thousands of words a day, how to conceive the plot and write a more interesting plot is what Dad Wang thinks about every day.

Kavin's feeling, Wang Ling has not felt, but he can probably imagine that this feeling must be like the feeling of a peeing cow pill hidden in a nesting doll being blocked in the rectum.

Writers find inspiration in different ways, with smoking and drinking being the most common way to find inspiration. And the inspiration that Dad Wang is looking for is very special, whenever Kavin, Dad Wang will click on a live broadcast platform, trying to communicate with those female anchors on the online platform through soul communication, in order to draw inspiration for writing.

Wang's father's full name is Wang Jiao, in order to get closer to these female anchors, in addition to spending part of the manuscript fee to buy gifts and rewards, he even gave himself a very coquettish ID called Wang Jiaomei.

Of course, Wang Ma doesn't know these things. Because if he knew this, it was very likely that Dad Wang would not be able to see the dawn sun...... In order to prevent Wang Ling from saying it, Wang's father even unilaterally added Wang Ling's pocket money, which can be described as a thoughtful layout.

Maybe it's been four days outside, too much has happened, and it's rare to have such a late night time to relax for yourself. Somehow that night, Wang Ling's interest also came, and he was lying on the bed a little restless and wanted to see what Wang's father was talking about.

Wang Ling felt that he must have been infected by Guo Hao's goods, and he would never be so gossip in the past.

Wang Ling sat up straight and looked in the direction of the study, his pupils were blooming like a kaleidoscope, and soon the wall in front of him became transparent, and his gaze also looked straight through the past, focusing on Wang's father's computer screen.

Wang Ling glanced at the title of the live broadcast room where Wang's father entered, which read [Your Moon, My Heart], and the small text next to the title reads the ID of the female anchor: Xiaoxuan.

Wang Ling was surprised to find that he had actually heard this name, this is a popular Internet celebrity female anchor recently, with a pure and beautiful face, a sweet voice, and a witty and intelligent response, she is widely loved by the audience for answering all kinds of emotional questions for the majority of lonely and unbearable people in the middle of the night.

Wang Ling glanced at the female anchor's fan list, and Wang's father's fan value actually ranked in the top ten! Or the guardian of this female anchor! 200,000 followers a month is worth ...... At least 20,000 yuan was rewarded to this female anchor this month!

Now Wang Ling wants to take a screenshot remotely and send this ranking to Wang Ma...... Wang Ling felt that it was very likely that Wang's father would not even have ashes left.

However, for the sake of family harmony, Wang Ling did not do so in the end.

Obviously, Dad Wang is very famous in the live broadcast room, and as soon as the system in the chat room goes online, the system will automatically use golden characters to bold and increase Dad's ID and hit it on the channel bulletin board - [Anchor Xiaoxuan's guardian: Wang Jiaomei has been launched! ] 】

Now that the live broadcast room is empty, the female anchor seems to have gone to the toilet......

The guardian of the live broadcast room has the privilege of having a direct conversation with the female anchor.

Dad Wang looked at the empty boudoir of the female anchor, raised his eyebrows, put on the headset directly, and cleared his throat......

And then...... Wang Ling heard an extremely coquettish voice that he had never heard before coming from the air.

"Xiao Xuan is not there? Xiao Xuan is not there? Yes, yes, yes...... I'm Jiao Mei! ”

Wang Ling: "......"