Chapter 73: Is Xiaoxuan Here?

The return route was calculated by the school, and a one-stop bus service was used, passing by every student's home.

Wang Ling's home was the farthest away, and he was the last to arrive home.

The school paid overtime to the bus driver to ensure that every student got home safely. Although the journey was long, the old driver took the money without any complaints.

But when sending Wang Ling to his doorstep, the driver looked at the Wang family's small villa on the side of the road that looked like a deserted village nightclub, and couldn't help sighing for Wang Ling...

-This child is so pitiful!

These days, the housing prices in the city are not expensive, but he can't even afford a school district house in the city, and he actually lives in such a deserted suburb. It takes a lot of effort to go to and from school every day, right?

The driver estimated in his mind that even if he took the fastest hearse, it would take two hours to reach No. 60 Middle School. So the round trip is four hours. This child has such a hard time going to school, he must not get enough sleep! No wonder he has a paralyzed face!

Wang Ling was indeed a little tired... The main reason was that he was tired from the ride, otherwise he would have been home long ago!

Sighing a little tiredly, Wang Ling stretched and prepared to get off the bus. When he reached the front door, the driver called Wang Ling: "... classmate!"

Wang Ling turned around, looking confused: "???"

The driver touched his trouser pocket, took out his wallet, and then took out five hundred-yuan bills from the wallet and stuffed them into Wang Ling's hand: "Classmate, I also work part-time. But looking at your living conditions, it's really not easy. Uncle's money is not much, it's a little bit of my heart, you must accept it!"

"..."

Wang Ling stood on the side of the road, watching the old driver drive the bus away along 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, the entrance was dark, only the living room was still lit with some light, and the sound of the TV came faintly. As soon as Wang Ling heard it, he knew it was Wang Ma's favorite TV series "The Legend of Zhen Huan"... This is the sequel to the famous TV series "My Fair Princess". It tells the inspirational story of a girl named Zhen Huan who collected five rings, stood out from the intrigues of athletes with her own efforts and sweat, wit and courage, and finally stepped into the World Cultivation Olympic Games.

Wang Ma had watched the plot on TV a long time ago. Now it is replayed in the late night slot. Wang Ma stayed in the living room to wait for her baby son to come back.

However, she couldn't stand the sleepiness after all.

In the end, Wang Ma is just an ordinary person. Although she has some foundation in body training, she is just a muscular middle-aged woman. It's not easy to compare with a cultivator.

Wang Ma leaned against the sofa, with a slightly raised corner of her mouth, probably having a good dream. She was covered with a small blanket, probably because Wang Dad saw her and covered her.

Wang Ling glanced at the time. It was almost two in the morning...

Wang Ling raised his hand, and a flash of inspiration came out, teleporting Wang's mother to the bed in the bedroom.

Afterwards, Wang Ling gently went to the second floor. After four days away from his small bedroom, Wang Ling suddenly felt a sense of longing. Wang's father and mother's master bedroom was on the third floor. Wang Ling had sent Wang's mother up there before. In addition to Wang Ling's own bedroom, there was also Wang's father's study on the second floor.

At this time, the light in the study was still on. Wang's father was cultivating in the study...

Wang Ling knew instantly that Wang's father was probably stuck again!

For a professional online novel writer, inspiration is the life of an online writer. Wang's father's education level is not high, but the writing style of online novels is not like traditional literature. Reading more novels and accumulating practical experience will always improve in the end. Wang's father has been in this industry for more than ten years, and his writing style is definitely acceptable. At Wang's father's current level, he is no longer at the stage of writing tens of thousands of words a day when he was a newcomer. How to conceive the plot and write a more interesting plot is what Wang's father thinks about every day.

Wang Ling has never felt the feeling of being stuck, but he can probably imagine that this feeling must be like a peeing beef ball hidden in a nesting doll being blocked in the rectum.

Writers have different ways to find inspiration, among which smoking and drinking are the most common ways to find inspiration. And Wang's father's inspiration is very special. Whenever he is stuck, Wang's father will click on a live broadcast platform and try to communicate with the female anchors on the network platform through the soul 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 his royalties on gifts and rewards, he even gave himself a very coquettish ID called Wang Jiaomei.

Of course, Wang's mother didn't know these things. Because if he knew this, Wang's father would probably not see the sun at dawn... In order to prevent Wang Ling from telling others, Wang's father even unilaterally increased Wang Ling's pocket money, which can be said to be a thoughtful layout.

Perhaps it was because he had been running around outside for four days and too many things happened, so it was rare for him to have such a late night to relax. Somehow, Wang Ling's interest came that night, and he lay on the bed a little restlessly wanting to see what Wang's father was talking about.

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

Wang Ling sat up straight and looked in the direction of the study. His pupils were blooming like a kaleidoscope. Soon the wall in front of him became transparent, and his eyes also penetrated straight through and focused on Wang's father's computer screen.

Wang Ling glanced at the title of the live broadcast room that Wang Dad entered. It said [Your Moon, My Heart], and the small words next to the title were the ID of the female anchor: Xiaoxuan.

Wang Ling was surprised to find that he had heard of this name before. This is a popular female anchor on the Internet recently. With her pure and beautiful face, sweet voice, and witty and intelligent answers, she is widely loved by the audience for answering all kinds of emotional problems for the lonely people in the middle of the night.

Wang Ling glanced at the fan rankings of this female anchor. Wang Dad's fan value is actually ranked in the top ten! He is also the guardian of this female anchor! Two hundred thousand fans a month... At least 20,000 rewards were given to this female anchor this month!

Now if Wang Ling remotely screenshots this ranking and gives it to Wang Mom... Wang Ling feels that Wang Dad is likely to have no ashes left.

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

Obviously, Wang's father is very famous in the live broadcast room. As soon as he came online, the system in the chat room automatically bolded Wang's father's ID in gold letters and domineeringly typed it in the channel announcement board-[Anchor Xiaoxuan's Guardian: Wang Jiaomei is online! ]

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

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

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

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

"Is Xiaoxuan here? Is Xiaoxuan here? Yes, yes, yes...I am Jiaomei!"

Wang Ling: "..."