Quick Travel: From Beginner to Master

Li Lixin looked at the performance report spread out on the table in front of him with a complicated expression.

The scores of all students were tallied and printed on paper, and they were arranged in order of high and low scores. The one at the top stood out, oh no, it should be two.

Ling Liang and Su Ling were far behind the other students. Their results were real and valid - 52 Middle School valued them very much and did not deliberately let them down.

No student has achieved such excellent results in the past, but because of this, it makes others look shabby.

Li Lixin should be happy, but he just couldn't be happy. The polarization of results made him clearly aware of the difference in the quality of students.

The junior high school alma maters of Ling Liang and Su Ling are both very old schools, and they compete with each other all the time in their admission rates.

Most of the students recruited by No. 52 Middle School come from lower-ranked schools, and a small number of them have not performed well.

Li Lixin touched his head and felt that his appetite had been whetted. In previous years, he never felt that his students were so bad.

He picked up the report and looked around, feeling uncomfortable.

Pressing down the report form, taking off his glasses and wiping them with the flannel in the box, Li Lixin felt that he still had a long way to go. He would have to be stricter with the students and think of ways to improve their performance. Such scores would be too ugly.

Teacher Li secretly made up his mind in the office, but his classmates had no idea what he was planning. They thought that having Ling Liang would be enough for them, and they were currently enjoying the rare free time after the exam.

After a quick dinner in the cafeteria, Ling Liang went back to study without delay.

He came back relatively early and met no one in the stairwell.

But when he walked around the corner on the second floor, he bumped into Wang Tao who was coming out of the bathroom.

It could be seen that Wang Tao was also surprised. He widened his small eyes and kept lifting his pants with one hand.

"Is there anyone in the toilet?" Ling Liang asked 999.

After receiving a negative answer, Ling Liang laughed ferociously and walked towards Wang Tao, "Suddenly I remembered that we still have some unresolved issues."

Wang Tao ran away, but within two steps he was pulled back by Ling Liang and dragged to the toilet.

When Ling Liang first arrived, his body was so thin that a gust of wind could blow it away, and his limbs were so thin that he was finally no longer weak due to his unremitting training.

Fortunately, the original owner is thin, but not short. To be more precise, the Jiang family are all quite tall, even Zheng Xiufen is almost 1.7 meters tall.

This resulted in Wang Tao, a strong young man, unable to fight back when he was dragged away by Ling Liang, and could only stagger into the toilet after him.

……

Wang Tao was lying on the toilet floor with a bruised nose and a swollen face. There was a turbid and unknown liquid flowing between the gaps in the white tiles. Part of it was now stuck to his body. His clothes exuded an unpleasant smell.

Ling Liang's plan to add two more punches quickly disappeared. He went to the door in disgust, feeling that he had really made a bad move.

Why are you so impulsive? You shouldn't hit him in the toilet.

Trying desperately to recall whether Wang Tao touched him after he fell to the ground, Ling Liang frowned and concluded: No.

He relaxed slightly and looked at Wang Tao with a softer look, "Do you know why I hit you?"

Wang Tao said consciously: "I called my mother over, but you were unhappy, so you beat me."

Last time, the Queen Mother spoke to him with tears in her eyes, "Baby, it's mommy's incompetence", "Mommy can't do anything about him", "How did you get into trouble with this person?", three sentences that went on one by one, and the central idea was There's only one thing: Don't mess with Jiang Yu again.

To a certain extent, Wang Tao can be called a "hero". He is well aware of current affairs and understands that he has no way to defeat the opponent, so he keeps his posture very low.

Ling Liang said "Yeah", "It's good that you know, I have a legitimate reason to hit you."

Wang Tao promised: "Yes, yes, I should fight. Don't worry, I will never let the brothers look for you."

"...You still want to cause trouble for me?!"

Wang Tao climbed up holding on to the tiles and argued anxiously: "No, that's not what I meant. Aren't I afraid that the brothers would misunderstand and come to you..."

Those soft-footed shrimps?Dare to stand up for Wang Tao?Ling Liang smiled disdainfully. When he saw that Wang Tao's palm was still on the ground, he frowned and felt like vomiting.

"Okay, just know it in your heart. From now on, be an honest person. If I see you bullying other classmates again, I will beat you every time I see you!"

Ling Liang said the harsh words and left. Looking closely at his back, it looked like he was running away.

Ling Liang was late for the first time during evening self-study. He really couldn't stand Wang Tao's bold behavior in the toilet, and he always felt like he had something stained on him.

I ran back to the dormitory to take a shower and change clothes while there was still time. Wouldn't it make me late if I came back again?

Wang Tao stopped fussing, and Wu Xiaoting was better behaved than a quail. The atmosphere in the first and second grade of high school suddenly became clear, and students who were willing to study hard gradually emerged.

The school had a day off on the weekend, and Ling Liang strolled outside to have lunch.

He has never returned to the Jiang family since he came here, and they treat him as a person.

Jiang Guohua sent a message two days ago to ask how his monthly exam was, but Ling Liang blocked him directly.

Whether he was feeling paternal or feeling guilty, Ling Liang didn't feel it at all.

If you really care about him, come here to see him already, okay?

Who doesn’t know how to talk verbally?The key is to put it into action.

Even if you take the bus to the school, it only takes two hours, not to mention that Jiang Guohua has a full-time driver, and he is not willing to come over the five to ten minute drive.

Ling Liang thought about Jiang Xuan again. His treatment must be at the ancestral level.

Jiang Xuan was able to get into the fairly good No. [-] Middle School, but Jiang's father worked hard. He treated guests and gave gifts, and said a lot of good things before the leader of the No. [-] Middle School relented.

Otherwise, with his grades, to put it bluntly, he wouldn't even want to accept someone who passed 52.

Ling Liang kept thinking about these nonsense, becoming more and more unworthy of the original owner.

There was a knot of cotton-like boredom in his chest. He called 999 to talk to it, and out of the corner of his eye, a familiar figure came into view.

The yellow hair dyed with inferior hair dye has been bleached back to black, and the fancy clothes have been replaced with normal T-shirts and shorts. Her temperament is much calmer than when Ling Liang first met.

The boy who was busy going in and out of one of the bun shops on the commercial street 100 meters away from the school gate was the core of the spirited young man who once wanted to scare Ling Liang.

"Fang Mengmeng!"

Ling Liang took two steps forward. It was indeed Fang Mengmeng. He was right.

"Who is it?" Fang Mengmeng, who was walking inside with a drawer of buns, turned her back to Ling Liang and responded loudly.

He wiped his hands on his apron twice and turned around, only to see the young boy who had been killed after being frightened was staring at him in amazement.

Ling Liang was the first to ask: "Fang Mengmeng, do you work here?"

Fang Mengmeng really wanted to ask, are we so familiar?I'm afraid you haven't forgotten that we had a bad time, dear.

But his mouth seemed to have his own thoughts, and he said uncontrollably: "Yeah. It doesn't count as a part-time job. This shop is opened by my uncle, and I came here to learn cooking from him."

Ling Liang's eyes moved down to the steamer, "Learn to make steamed buns? Aren't the steamed buns nowadays all made by machines? Do you need to learn this too?"

Fang Mengmeng gritted her teeth and said, "No, my uncle used to be a chef in a hotel, and I learned cooking from him."

Ling Liang looked up at the red and white plaque above his head, which read "Happy Buns". He took two steps inside and saw the menu on the other wall.

Kung pao chicken, sweet and sour carp, braised pork ribs, prawns in tomato sauce...

He nodded, "It's good to learn a serious craft. There is no future in being a gangster. I just saw that your uncle's menu is full of hard dishes... By the way, Fang Mengmeng, how are you doing with your studies?"

What kind of trouble are you, an elder, trying to teach the younger ones with?Fang Mengmeng thought gloomily, and then replied, "It's not bad, my uncle said I have some talent, so it's no problem to follow this path."

The pointer on the wall coincided with the number "2". No one came to eat at this time. Fang Mengmeng's uncle came out and looked at the two of them, then went back with his hands behind his back.

Ling Liang tilted his head and thought for a moment, "What about... the 15-year-old grandson? Are you no longer together?"

The little Sun with a scar on his forehead and about the same age as the original owner left a very deep impression on Ling Liang. Now that he saw Fang Mengmeng, he asked him about it.

Fang Mengmeng didn't expect that Ling Liang still remembered Xiao Sun. He thought he was just curious at that time.

He waved his hand and said, "Xiao Sun went somewhere else."

"Other places?" Ling Liang asked doubtfully, "He went to another city?"

Fang Mengmeng looked at Ling Liang in surprise. This kid could guess right, "How do you know?"

This city is not big, so if you go anywhere else, you will most likely end up in another city.

Without waiting for Ling Liang to say anything, he started chatting by himself, "Xiao Sun, Sun Qun, his parents are getting divorced, so he hangs out with us. You know I'm his neighbor, right? Oh, right, you don't know. "

Fang Mengmeng said hello to a passing customer before continuing: "We don't know the reason for the divorce. Anyway, others said that Sun Qun's mother thought his father was worthless and couldn't make any money. The family was about to break up. Well, his parents miraculously reconciled again, guess what happened?"

He slapped his thigh and said, "I won the lottery!"

"More than 500 million, it's such a big sum of money," Fang Mengmeng said with a dreamy expression on her face, "Sun Qun's father went over to collect the money wearing a hood. He did it secretly. In fact, everyone knows."

"As soon as I came back, I put the house up for sale online, and then I heard nothing from him."

A sudden windfall can indeed save a family. Sun Qun's parents are also very cautious in their approach. If the management is good, the Sun family may be able to enter the middle class in the future.

Ling Liang thought to himself.