Chapter 689: Poor Student Wang Ling

Director Shi was stunned. How could there be such a parent in the world...

The director looked at the phone number in the parent address book in disbelief and confirmed that she had not dialed the wrong number. However, the phone call she had just made felt like she had called a fake father! Previously, there had been rumors in the school that Wang Ling's family was in a difficult situation and that he had a very cold personality. Now Director Shi thought that this was also related to his family education.

Wang Ling's family was a bit miserable!

With this feeling, Director Shi had a sense of maternal love at this moment. She suddenly felt that she usually cared too little about Wang Ling. Although this child was in the elite class, his academic performance would definitely not be bad... But psychological factors must also be taken seriously. The school style of No. 60 Middle School advocates two points: educating people and teaching!

The importance of educating people is still ahead of teaching!

It is wrong for teachers to pursue grades blindly. The spiritual education of students is equally important. Principal Chen has emphasized this point many times at the faculty and staff meeting before.

Now Director Shi was on the phone, her mind full of regrets. She didn't know if Wang Ling was still alive... But Director Shi and other teachers in No. 60 Middle School were all in the same heavy mood at the moment.

On the other side, in the General Office of 100 Schools, not long after the old secretary's commendation call, the bad news about Wang Ling came again.

This time it was Principal Chen who called Zhuo Yi in person.

There was an accident in the student affairs department, and as the principal, Principal Chen could not escape the blame.

On the phone, Principal Chen's voice was very sad, but Zhuo Yi didn't know which student was taken away: "Student Zhuo Yi..." This was Principal Chen's habitual address to this old graduate.

"I already know about the matter, Principal..." Zhuo Yi's tone was also very low.

No one expected that when the elite group of returnees who organized the offensive plan of the Demon Hunting Club were collectively killed, President Bai actually launched another offensive and kidnapped a student.

"I'm ready to resign."

Principal Chen sighed deeply: "If this student encounters misfortune because of this wrong decision, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life..."

"Principal..."

Zhuo Yi was moved: "Principal, calm down first, why don't we think of a solution together? Maybe that student hasn't been in trouble yet..."

"That's just a student in the foundation building period. His body can't bear being directly involved in the space rift like this." Principal Chen was very excited.

Zhuo Yi: "Can I ask Principal Chen which student it is?"

"You have also seen that student."

Principal Chen replied: "It's Wang Ling from Class 3 of Grade 1."

"..."

Zhuo Yi exclaimed in his heart: Oh my God! The master was captured by a monster!

...

Half an hour before the incident, Wang Ling had already noticed something strange at the school gate. Now it was the time for school to be dismissed. The first grade of high school had the earliest dismissal time. Generally speaking, after school, students would stay in the class to discuss the content of their homework before leaving. The reason why Wang Ling left so early was because he felt the murderous intent at the school gate.

He used his eyes to see that there was a very hidden space trap there, and any student who walked out of the school gate would be sucked into the space.

Sure enough, that stubborn person came again...

Wang Ling sighed inwardly.

There are always some people in this world who don't understand what people say, and Wang Ling felt that he had done his best.

At the moment he was absorbed into the space, Wang Ling's face was expressionless. The space tear did not cause any impact on his body, and at the moment he was sucked into the space, Wang Ling had cast a spell to eliminate the space trap and directly blocked the crack, leaving only himself to be swallowed in.

After landing, Wang Ling looked around carefully.

This is a completely independent space. According to Wang Ling's preliminary judgment, this should be the internal space of a magic weapon.

The whole space is a snow-white world, and it seems that there is no end.

The president Bai used the magic weapon combined with his own magic to separate this space.

Wang Ling patted the debris on his school uniform. These debris were the space debris left after he fell into the space crack. These debris are floating objects that were swept in from other spaces when the space rift was formed. In the end, these floating objects were decomposed into particles and debris, which were very dirty.

Wang Ling was a little unhappy. This thing is difficult to wash... His school uniform was stained, and he didn't know if it could be washed clean with the diluted detergent.

While Wang Ling was thinking, the space in front of him produced a slight distortion, and a young man with a black umbrella and a face as pale as a dead person walked out of the space.

This person was none other than President Bai.

President Bai's aura was different from what Wang Ling felt before.

"The grudge between us should be settled today." President Bai let go of his hand, and the small black umbrella in his hand floated behind him, revealing his whole face.

At this time, Wang Ling saw a deep black spot on President Bai's forehead.

This is the proof of sacrificing souls for trading.

As the Heavenly Dao says, everything in the world is in balance, and equal exchange is always the unchanging rule. If President Bai wants to improve his original strength at his current level, he can only rely on this "shortcut" method, selling his soul and sacrificing his lifespan to make himself "stronger."

President Bai stared at Wang Ling. He felt confident about his own strength: "I have thoroughly investigated your strength. You are a true immortal, right?"

Wang Ling: "..."

"You have repeatedly blocked my Demon Hunting Club's plans. My Demon Hunting Club will not let you feel easy." President Bai's voice was low. His eyes were fixed on Wang Ling, and he gritted his teeth: "In order to deal with you, I have spent a thousand years of my life in exchange for this opportunity to be promoted..."

Wang Ling raised his eyebrows. He did hear Mr. Lu mention some information about President Bai before. This President Bai originally had a very strong recovery ability, and his self-healing ability was more terrifying than Elder Yaren. It was the kind of instant self-healing. Maybe he was still being beaten while he was already recovering.

Now that President Bai has been strengthened as a whole, Wang Ling feels that his self-healing ability should be stronger than before.

Before dealing with the Immortal Mansion Master, Wang Ling remembered that he used a slap.

To deal with the Evil Sword God, two slaps...

Now the question is...

To deal with this President Bai...how many slaps can I give him?

Now Wang Ling is still not sure, but he feels a little annoyed.

The final exam is coming up soon, and there is a lot of homework to do at home, and he hasn't finished it yet!

So annoying!