Chapter 321: 321
Chapter 321: Brother, Give Me a Light
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
When Father Wang 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 Wang 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 Wang had no longer dropped Wang Ling off at kindergarten . During that time, Wang 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 Wang 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 Wang 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 Wang Ling up this time gave Father Wang 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 .
Pushing his black-rimmed glasses up, Father Wang 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 Wang 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' identities 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 Wang 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 Wang 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 Wang noticed many of the young men around them, who were attired in a similar way to the man in front of him, shift their gazes one by one to look at him . In his heart, he confirmed the man's identity once again .
Father Wang 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 Wang before he replied offhandedly, "Mm . . . "
Father Wang 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 Wang: "Is your son in the regular class or the elite class?"
The middle-aged man's face darkened instantly . " . . . " This was just rubbing it in!
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