Close to the end of school, Dopey Guo came up to w.a.n.g Ling and placed two bags of high-quality dog food on his desk . The bags with the three big words "Soul Servant Shop" on it didn't state a manufacturer, and only gave the date of manufacture and the expiry date .

This dog food had been produced by Dopey Guo's family . w.a.n.g Ling glanced at the date of manufacture and saw that it was yesterday — asking a pet shop to customize food for soul pets was actually quite a commonplace practice . With regard to Cla.s.smate Dopey Guo, w.a.n.g Ling concluded that apart from his performance in his studies, Little Student Guo was nonetheless a faithful and reliable person .

"I missed Loopy Toad a lot these two days without it around . " As Dopey Guo spoke, he pushed up his gla.s.ses out of habit . "These two bags of dog food were tailor-made for it . If it's not enough, come look for me to get more . Oh, by the way, the flavor is labeled in the bottom left corner of the bag . "

Hearing Dopey Guo's words, w.a.n.g Ling immediately s.h.i.+fted his gaze for a look .

In the bottom left corner of the white bag of dog food were the striking words "New Orleans Fly Flavor" . . .

When w.a.n.g Ling returned home, he found Father w.a.n.g smoking on the sofa . It had already been a full twenty-four hours since they had discovered the true ident.i.ty of the old man's first love . It was clear that until now, Father w.a.n.g still hadn't come back to his senses from such a shocking fact .

The most troublesome part in this matter was that it was purely the old man's one-sided love, so w.a.n.g Ling couldn't find an opportunity or excuse at all to get Teacher Pan to come out . The crucial point was that she was his teacher-in-charge . Even he thought that this was an impossible mission, and he had no idea where to start . . .

Father w.a.n.g looked blankly at the old man, forever bustling around busily in the kitchen with Mother w.a.n.g, and heaved a deep sigh . "Ling Ling, about your grandfather's matter, try and think of something else . By the way . . . just now, your school sent a message to the group chat . There's a parent-teacher conference next Monday evening at six . Did you know about this?"

w.a.n.g Ling frowned; he had heard Teacher Pan mention it before in cla.s.s, but hadn't expected it to be held so soon .

Next Monday . . .

Was the first dark Monday since the start of school about to happen?

w.a.n.g Ling grumbled in his heart .

For a child growing up, the parent-teacher conference was a vital part of education . Through direct interaction with cla.s.s teachers, parents could readily learn from them how to make roast meat with bamboo shoots 1 taste better .

Of course, compared with other people, w.a.n.g Ling had never dreaded the superficial show that was the parent-teacher conference .

First, his grades were very unremarkable and right down the middle as required by Father and Mother w.a.n.g . That was why in past parent-teacher conferences, w.a.n.g Ling had almost never received any specific sort of evaluation from his teachers .

Second, even if there were teachers who did single

single him out for criticism, Father and Mother w.a.n.g were powerless to do anything about it . Because . . . they couldn't physically punish him for the sake of his education . Shadow Stream's Red Ribbon killer, team leader Xu Ying, was a very good example why . . .

The last thing was . . . actually, w.a.n.g Ling could count on his fingers the number of times that Father and Mother w.a.n.g had attended a parent-teacher conference, since most of the time, they found someone else to replace them .

As expected, w.a.n.g Ling hadn't said anything before Father w.a.n.g picked up the newspaper on the coffee table and pushed up his gla.s.ses . "I've been very busy with my new book recently, so I have to stay home to type . Your Uncle Song has already been rus.h.i.+ng me for my ma.n.u.script . Your mom has to take care of your grandfather, so she probably isn't free to go . So for the parent-teacher conference, just ask your friends to replace us as usual . "

w.a.n.g Ling: " . . . "

It wasn't time for the w.a.n.g family to eat yet, so w.a.n.g Ling returned to his bedroom feeling a little vexed . As soon as he entered, he saw Loopy Toad lying on the ground with a pen in its claws as it scrawled something in its diary .

After Loopy Toad's spirit had been forced to take the form of a dog, it had gone from resisting and abandoning itself to despair in the beginning to now gradually accepting reality, which was definitely a U-turn in its att.i.tude . Obviously, this guy had already started to adapt to human life .

It was extremely inconvenient to hold a pen with claws . Even if Loopy Toad had used spirit energy to help unblock its veins and make its claws more flexible, it was still restricted by its physiology . It had wanted to practice writing in its diary at first, but after some consideration, it decided to start with simple drawings in order to improve its proficiency in using a pen .

Loopy

Loopy Toad had been practicing since the afternoon, and the trash can overflowed with unfinished drafts .

w.a.n.g Ling looked at the final drawing that had cost Loopy Toad several painstaking hours of practice; although the lines still weren't smooth and the whole picture still looked like a crude mosaic, from the composition of two circles and several triangles, w.a.n.g Ling could make out that what it had drawn was probably a sparrow .

For a dog that could draw, this already wasn't a simple thing . . .

Rubbing Loopy Toad's head, w.a.n.g Ling thought it simply was a waste of talent for this guy to not perform in the circus .

Loopy Toad: " . . . " This picture is clearly a f**king parrot! That dumba.s.s f**king bird Dopey that bullies me every day!

w.a.n.g Ling: " . . . " Parrot, your a.s.s! She bullies you every day but you still drew her . So it turns out you're a m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.t!

A person and a dog stared for a long time at this abstract portrait of a bird . w.a.n.g Ling already had no words to describe this drawing style . . .

At this moment, he felt a slight vibration from his electronic wrist.w.a.tch; surprisingly, someone had sent him a message at this time of day .

Only a few people had w.a.n.g Ling's number, so he opened the message suspiciously . There were only a few short words in the message: "Brother Ling, contact me on QQ!"

Without needing to check the number, he just looked at the ID and knew who had sent him this message . . . it was definitely Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal .

After he logged onto QQ, a chat window from Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal instantly popped up . "Brother Ling, I heard from the comrades in the group that you were looking for me? I'm really sorry . In order to help my junior brother, I went off to do something . That brother of mine had a lab that was destroyed by some b.a.s.t.a.r.d and I was actually going to talk it over with you . Shall we help my junior brother out by pulling that b.a.s.t.a.r.d out and beating him up?"

" . . . " w.a.n.g Ling sent an ellipsis to confirm his existence .

And then, looking at this string of text, he sunk into a long silence . . .

Obviously, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was already used to this "Brother Ling" and his reticent manner . "About teaching this b.a.s.t.a.r.d a lesson, let's discuss it later . By the way, why was Brother Ling looking for me?"

After a short silence, w.a.n.g Ling selected the "stone ghost mask" photo in his photo gallery and sent it .

He then typed out a message which he sent with the photo . "This mask, have you seen it before?"