The Daily Life of the Immortal King Chapter 98: Heard That the Parent-Teacher Conference Is the Cause of Roast Meat with Bamboo Shoots

Chapter 98: Heard That the Parent-Teacher Conference Is the Cause of Roast Meat with Bamboo Shoots

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

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 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 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?"