"Son, come on, let me ask you a simple question."

Wang Ying looked at the college entrance examination report card held by his father, and his heart was already cold.

"Is there anyone else who scored lower than you?"

Wang Ying looked up suddenly, as if seeing hope.

Before he could speak, his father spoke.

"Except Ma Yequan! Don't take him every time. You have been up early and late in the past three years, and you will get double-digit exams with your hard-earned money and you have to take the double-digit exams? Yes?"

The old man was obviously getting more and more angry, and he was already exploring from the side.

Wang Ying looked at the mother beside her for help, thinking that she had the best temper on weekdays.

"mom."

He screamed in grievance.

His mother had a bright smile on her lips and grabbed the slippers she had just picked up from her father's hand.

"Don't take slippers."

"Mom, I knew you were the best."

Wang Ying looked grateful.

"This thing doesn't hurt to beat, just change it to a stronger one."

"mom!"

Wang Ying suddenly felt dark and roared in despair.

"Don't call me mom! I don't have a son like you! You ungrateful wolf!"

In an instant, in the whole room, a furious couple held a rolling pin and slippers, chasing Wang Ying crazy...

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly, and Wang Ying and Ma Yequan stood at the entrance of an Internet cafe.

Ma Ye is all Wang Ying, 1.7 meters tall and weighs 200. In this guy's words, he has never seen his own bird when he peed.

"What happened to your family yesterday?"

"Mixed doubles, where is your home."

"Homerun, I'm a homeless orphan now. My dad tore all the page on my household registration book."

Wang Ying looked depressed.

"There are even more troublesome things now. The grades are too poor and I can't even go to regular schools. My family plans to let me join the army, fuck!"

"How hard and tiring it is to be a soldier! Can you bear it?"

"I'm not afraid of being hard or tired. The problem is that I can't stand it without a girl!"

Brother Ma nodded seriously.

"I was convinced that I was played out of the house yesterday, playing cards all night long, or losing."

"I still have the intention to play cards. Are you so worried because of your big belly?"

"I don't think we can do what to do. I don't know. When relatives and friends see my parents these days, they will be your son's score, or they will be one, two, and three. If I want to go home, I have to be beaten every day. I'd better live here for a few days, and play mahjong, and wait until my parents get angry. Oh, let's go, play inside."

"Did you grow your head to show your height? I'm almost assigned to the frontier, and I still have the intention to play League of Legends with you?"

"Can you change their decision?"

"Then find a way to change it."

"Or like this, after playing this, we are trying to figure out a solution?"

Wang Ying thought that it was just a fight anyway, and nothing was wrong.

"All right."

The two entered the Internet cafe, from morning to afternoon. If Wang Ying hadn't done well in the college entrance examination, he would have gone home to continue mixing doubles, so they would have gone straight to the night.

After leaving the Internet cafe, Wang Ying felt really depressed. Thinking about the things he had to face after he went back, he was scared.

When he was about to get downstairs, Wang Ying slowed down and there was a bun shop behind him, and he was a little hungry.

Wang Ying regretted not studying hard, and contributed his entire high school to League of Legends and F. He has always longed for college life.

He sat on the ground, lit a cigarette for himself, and people came and went, feeling that life was dark.

A man dressed in a lama appeared beside him, sitting cross-legged on the ground at the age of forty.

"My man, I am the eighth generation reincarnated Gonggala Living Buddha. Have you encountered any trouble?"

Wang Ying thought where this fool came from, and he was really depressed and too lazy to pay attention to him.

"My man, I am the eighth generation of reincarnated Gonggala Living Buddha, a handsome and elegant Buddha. Looking at your sad face, I may be able to help you."

The lama clasped his hands together.

"It is my life mission to save all living beings and be kind and generous."

Wang Ying was a little ridiculed.

"You are handsome and elegant."

"Handsome and handsome is my Dharma name, and the eighth generation of Gonggala Living Buddha is reincarnated."

"Okay, handsome and elegant Buddha, just arrange for me to go to Tsinghua University and Peking University."

Wang Ying responded casually.

"My man, there is no matter that a pie falls from the sky. If you are not in a right state of mind, it is difficult to achieve great things. Confucius said that only by suffering can one become the best person. The cause and effect cycle in the past life is destined in this life. Mencius also said that Confucius is right. I am the reincarnation of the eighth generation Gonggala living Buddha, this is my seat."

"Okay, OK."

Wang Ying was a little impatient.

"Since you can't, just shut up. People who have nothing to do with me are awesome and don't deserve it to me. Just like Obama, it's always just an ad in my eyes. I'm annoyed, I don't have time to pay attention to you, Gonggala Living Buddha."

"Young man, I am the reincarnation of the eighth generation of Gonggala Living Buddha, a handsome and elegant Buddha, inheriting great wisdom and obtaining great inheritance, I."

"I'm a thief, you fuck me."

Wang Ying called the man's face with a punch from the side, and heard the man screaming "Ouch". Wang Ying called him at the handsome and handsome Buddha beside him.

"Fuck! Don't slap in the face!"

After a moment, Wang Ying covered his face, felt sore all over his body, and looked at the lama beside him.

"Young man, I am the reincarnation of the eighth generation of Gonggala Living Buddha, a handsome and elegant Buddha, inheriting great wisdom and obtaining great inheritance. I will save all the evil in your heart, and I wish you to climb to the Pure Land soon."

The lama smiled proudly.

Wang Ying was a little scared. He really couldn't beat this lama. After he made the first punch, he was pressed down by this lama and beaten up.

"You and I are not close to you, why are you pestering me like this? "

"Help you solve your worries, save all the evil in your heart, and lead you to the Pure Land."

The lama's expression was serious.

"Is it helping me in vain?"

Wang Ying asked another question.

The lama looked at Wang Ying up and down, folding his hands together.

"I want to eat a tray of buns."

His eyes suddenly shone.

"I want another bowl of rice porridge with pork and green onion stuffing, Amitabha! I will definitely help you solve your problems!"

Wang Ying inadvertently glanced at this guy again. Where did he come from? If you want to eat buns, just be straightforward.

Ten minutes later, Wang Ying and Lama sat in the bun shop, and drank two trays of buns and drank rice porridge.

The lama reached out to Wang Ying.

"Come on, give me a cigarette."

He held a cigarette in his mouth, raised one foot, stepped on the stool beside him, shook his head, swallowed the clouds and squinted his eyes, and looked old.

"I can solve your problem by myself, just tattoo yourself."

The lama lifted the clothes on his chest from the side.

"As long as you have this, you will definitely not be able to pass the medical examination for joining the army."

Wang Ying stared at the lama's chest and looked at it, and the more he looked, the more familiar he felt.

"Is this Popeye?"

When the lama heard this, he nodded quickly and stretched out his thumb.

"You are really destined to be a destined person. You are the first person to accurately produce this tattoo. You are really wise to save the destined person!"

"What's on there, is spinach?"
To be continued...