Chapter 321: Brother, Give Me a Light
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
When Father w.a.n.g arrived at the gate of No. 60 High School, it was the first time that he was alarmed by such a scene. To be honest, it gave him a sense of deja vu. Back when w.a.n.g Ling had just entered kindergarten, there had also been a large crowd of parents standing at the kindergarten"s front gate when school was over.
But since then, Father w.a.n.g had no longer dropped w.a.n.g Ling off at kindergarten. During that time, w.a.n.g Ling had been targeted by quite a number of child traffickers because of his cute looks; in the end, the day he had been kidnapped was the day that the entire human trafficking ring had been exterminated. In the time since w.a.n.g Ling started kindergarten to when he graduated primary school, he set a record for exterminating thousands of human trafficking rings.
And with regard to this matter, both the w.a.n.g family"s father and son kept their lips sealed and told no one about it — hiding the accomplishments and fame.
Thus, personally coming to pick w.a.n.g Ling up this time gave Father w.a.n.g a faint sense of nostalgia. He hadn"t planned to come, but on one hand, Teacher Pan had personally called him this time, and on the other hand, this marvelous scene was indeed happening at No. 60 High School"s front gate, with a lot of parents even dragging the rest of the family with them to come and pick up their kids. Other parents had all come; if he was the only one who didn"t show up, it would definitely look a little strange.
Pus.h.i.+ng his black-rimmed gla.s.ses up, Father w.a.n.g walked into the crowd with his hands in his pockets, then realized that while the scene looked chaotic, the parents were actually in a queue.
The reason why it looked chaotic was that there were some parents who had also brought their sect followers or disciples for the sake of keeping up appearances. While the parents queued up, the disciples surrounded the perimeter, so everything looked disorderly.
Looking at the long line that snaked out in front of him, Father w.a.n.g sighed deeply. He had never been subjected to a grievance like this except for when he calmly waited in the long lines at the annual comic convention.
The process was obviously rather slow since the teachers at the school gate had to check the parents" ident.i.ties one by one before calling out the numbers. Some of the parents waited impatiently with deep frowns on their faces.
Many of the parents in line were distinguished figures who definitely had their own personal affairs to see to, but no one cursed irritably or urged the teachers to be quicker.
It was moments like this that often reflected a person"s nature.
For the sake of making sure that the students returned home safely, the school teachers themselves had delayed getting off work on time, and instead remained at school to do overtime... they had done this much, what could anyone say? Who could complain?
Father w.a.n.g stood quietly at the very end of the line, but he didn"t feel bored. Writing came from life, and sometimes it was good to come out and collect source material for characters; this could probably be considered an occupational disease.
He didn"t have a high realm and was only at the early Qi Condensation stage. But even if his level wasn"t high, he could still differentiate between strong and weak auras based on careful observation. For example, he thought that the middle-aged man standing in front of him at the moment wasn"t simple.
The man looked very rough; he had a beautiful beard and was dressed in traditional attire. He walked with his head high and his back straight, and there were several kitchen knives tucked around his waist. A person could tell with one look that he was a sect leader.
Father w.a.n.g took the initiative to come forward and pat the man on the shoulder. "Brother, are you here to pick up your kid, too?"
As he spoke, Father w.a.n.g noticed many of the young men around them, who were attired in a similar way to the man in front of him, s.h.i.+ft their gazes one by one to look at him. In his heart, he confirmed the man"s ident.i.ty once again.
Father w.a.n.g knew very well that they were probably this person"s disciples.
"Ah?"
The middle-aged man hadn"t expected anyone to speak to him of their own accord. He was taken aback at first, then turned his head to look at Father w.a.n.g before he replied offhandedly, "Mm..."
Father w.a.n.g wasn"t tall, and didn"t even reach the man"s shoulder. He even had to tilt his head up a little to speak to him. The contrast in their physiques was striking.
Father w.a.n.g: "Is your son in the regular cla.s.s or the elite cla.s.s?"
The middle-aged man"s face darkened instantly. "..." This was just rubbing it in!
His greatest fear was that someone would ask this question.
He was Head of Kitchen Knife Sect, but his son had only been able to enter a regular cla.s.s. This really wasn"t funny.
Hence, this head of Kitchen Knife Sect chose to keep quiet in that moment. He thought that as long as he didn"t reply, this person should probably stop asking more questions.
Unfortunately, the person he was facing was Father w.a.n.g.
It could only be said that Father w.a.n.g was in the end Father w.a.n.g. As a veteran web novelist, whenever he encountered a problem while he was collecting material for inspiration, he would fully display his indomitable spirit.
Father w.a.n.g: "Brother? Why aren"t you speaking?"
Head of Kitchen Knife Sect: "..."
Father w.a.n.g patted the man on the shoulder. "It"s okay, we"re all parents. We"re in line right now, why don"t we talk about our how kids are doing in their studies? My kid just entered school this year and his performance in the entrance exam was an aberration."
An aberration?
The head of Kitchen Knife Sect was instantly delighted. "Did your son also enter the regular cla.s.s because of an aberration?"
Father w.a.n.g shook his head. "No... he"s in the elite cla.s.s."
The head of Kitchen Knife Sect just wanted to roar. "..." Then why are you complaining?!
Father w.a.n.g: "My son is quite introverted. I thought that if he was in the elite cla.s.s, he might eventually develop a sense of inferiority from being around a group of remarkable children. Hence, I initially wanted him to enter a regular cla.s.s or a remedial cla.s.s."
When he said this, Father w.a.n.g sighed. "Who knew, this guy ended up performing out of the ordinary! I just wanted him to be a bad student!"
Head of Kitchen Knife Sect: ???
How was this just a f**king aberration? This was already an abnormality by far! What parent nowadays longed for their children to be bad students rather than dragons and phoenixes? At that moment, the head of Kitchen Knife Sect deeply felt that he had encountered a very strange parent, and he instantly didn"t want to talk any longer.
Continuing to talk with this person would just make him unhappy.
But when the middle-aged man was turning his head away, he saw out of the corner of his eye that Father w.a.n.g had taken out a small notebook and a pen, and seemed to recording something down...
It was impossible that this grand head of Kitchen Knife Sect wouldn"t have sharp eyes. Narrowing them, he could clearly see the words Father w.a.n.g had written in his notebook. It said — Source Material One: Head of Kitchen Knife Sect, a burly man with a tough and stocky build; wears several kitchen knives around his waist; frequently distressed about the fact that his son is in a regular cla.s.s. From a preliminary personality a.s.sessment, this person is probably a true tsundere...
Seeing this, the corners of the middle-aged man"s mouth twitched violently and he got a little angry. "You... who are you..."
Father w.a.n.g pushed up his black-rimmed gla.s.ses with poise. "My apologies, brother, I"m collecting material for inspiration; this is my job as a web novelist."
Head of Kitchen Knife Sect: "..."
Just then, Father w.a.n.g took out a black cigar from his pocket and stuck it in his mouth.
Then, he looked at the middle-aged man with a calm expression and said, "Brother, do you have a light? Lend me a light!"
The middle-aged man had been trembling with anger, but the moment he saw the cigar, he calmed down immediately... This cigar was at the level of a national treasure! Only people at that level would have it! He looked at Father w.a.n.g in shock, his face pale. Who the h.e.l.l was this man?