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

There is still about a month left before the end of the summer vacation, and the return date of each Xiuzhen High School is early, which means that although the school starts on October 7th, in fact, the day of return on October 1st, you have to turn in your homework and take a new round of entrance tests.

After half a year, Wang Ling still remembers the embarrassment when he just entered the 60th middle school, the new round of entrance test will not affect the class placement, but only evaluate the comprehensive ability of each student after half a year of study. There are those who have progressed, and there are those who have fallen off the chain...... The key lies in the magnitude of this progress.

And this is also a new round of "pressure points" that Wang Ling is facing now.

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

That's right, even if it is the extent of progress, Wang Ling has to score points for himself and maintain the middle level of progressive elements in the class.

Wang Ling has never liked procrastination when it comes to summer homework, and he will not choose to find a fast food restaurant in the last few days of the holiday like 99% of people to make up for it.

When writing homework, Wang Ling prefers to be organized, and for Wang Ling, some of the homework that he copied does not need to be done by himself.

In terms of handwriting, Wang Ling has put the global font database into his brain, and it is quite easy to use the magic power of "Da Ma Liangshu" to imitate handwriting, so even if Wang Ling does not practice calligraphy, he does not have to worry that his handwriting will be ugly.

Every time he handed in his homework, including the exam, Mr. Pan always felt that Wang Ling's words were like being printed, and each word was boxy 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 plus point when you graduate.

It doesn't matter if you add points or not, Wang Ling doesn't matter, but if you don't write this report, you will have to deduct points......

The theme of the report: "My Classmates".

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

“……”

Kindness......

Wang Ling retrieved the homework requirements assigned by Teacher Pan in his mind, and there was a trace of melancholy in his heart.

800 words essay, in fact, is not much...... But to write five, that's a bit much!

The key is that you can't let the pen and eraser do it for you, these two spirits are mechanized writing, before Wang Ling remembered the composition that the pen wrote for himself, the Chinese teacher commented below: Why don't you copy the "Good Words and Good Sentences Classics"?

So, that assignment ...... The Chinese teacher gave a low score.

The disadvantage of mechanical writing is that it is written without emotion, and the traces of copying selected essays are too serious.

This report is to be a true story.

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

And when it comes to the five people who have the deepest relationship with themselves in the class.

Chen Chao, Guo Erdan, Lin Xiaoyu, Little Peanut, and in fact, the author doesn't know who this is, but he still hasn't forgotten Sun Rong......

Of the five people, four of them were put on the "strict guard" list by him at the beginning of the school year.

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

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

It has only been half a semester after writing more than 900 chapters, in fact, Wang Ling doesn't know how many chapters this author will have to finish until he graduates from high school...... No, perhaps it should be asked, how many days are left before it ends.

After all, this shameless and undisciplined author only has one chapter of updates per day.

……

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

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

A ray of light seeped into the void and opened up a piece of past history, and he was retrieving memories of 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 the moment was full of fragments of memories about Chen Chao.

He reached out and grabbed 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 come to life like old photographs.

4383 ......

When Chen Chao was 3 years old, he already remembered.

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

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

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

The sky was just hazy and bright, the outside world was covered with snow, and the faint light transmitted from the clouds shone on the snowflakes, which made Chen Chao open his eyes a little uncomfortable.

Actually, it was only six o'clock.

That night, Chen Chao slept in his own gym.

When I opened my eyes, there was already the sound of wooden stakes being beaten outside the door.

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

Although three-year-old Chen Chao can't fully understand how to use these equipment, he knows that if he wants to become stronger, he must deal with these equipment every day.

In the courtyard, Chen's father was bare-chested, revealing strong muscles, and was barefoot in the courtyard to fight with the wooden stakes.

He poked his fist out, and quickly retracted the action as fast as a viper, Chen Chao's eyes were completely fundamental, and it was so difficult to even catch the shadow of the fist.

Let Chen Chao live in the martial arts hall, this is what Chen's father did on purpose, their Chen family has practiced ancient martial arts for generations, and now in the era of national cultivation, physical arts are still an indispensable part.

But now, more and more children would rather become the master of the fireball behind his back, and not far from being a man who charges forward with his superb physical skills.

In Chen's father's opinion, a real man should step forward and charge! Instead of patronizing behind his back to cast spells.

Seeing Chen Chao wake up, Chen's father knew that his time had come, he completely sank his breath, and a stream of white gas came out of his mouth, the white gas was as long as a flying dragon spitting snow, and it was sprayed out more than ten meters away, and Chen Chao opened his small mouth in surprise.

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

"Yes!" Chen Chao has been infected.

"Good boy!" Chen's father touched Chen Chaoyuan's little rumbling head, picked him up from the inner room, and came to an old locust tree.

Chen's father: "Go ahead, kid." ”

Chen Chao: "??? ”

Dad Chen: "If you want to practice martial arts, you must first pick up the tree, and from today onwards, you will use your hands to pick the bark." Until the tree is bald. ”

Chen Chao: "??? ”

Wang Ling: "......"

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