My F-level talent makes my classmates tremble

"Grandma, what's the situation?" Ling Xing looked at his grandma with a puzzled expression.

"I heard that her son has awakened and went to some elite training camp. He is very proud now." Grandma shook her head and said.

No matter how bad her eyes are, with Qiuying's nostrils upturned, she can't see the intention of showing off.

"Really? What's her son's name? Maybe I saw it in training camp."

"Did you go to that training camp too?" Ling Xing had explained to grandma before, but grandma didn't take it to heart at all.

"Well, I'm going."

"Is the training camp really that powerful?" Grandma asked curiously.

Ling Xing thought about it for a while, and said lightly: "That's it."

"Okay, you go in and clean up first, I'll go buy some food and prepare for lunch."

After speaking, grandma took a basket and left.

The house in my hometown is not small, and it has a big yard. Ling Xing stands in the middle of the yard, looking around.

Ling Xing also lived in the countryside when he was a child on Earth, but he didn't live in a poor countryside.

The place where they live is still very wealthy, and almost every household is a self-built rural villa.

Seeing this kind of private house in front of him, Ling Xing felt very kind.

It seems to have returned to the countryside of my childhood.

Ling Xing found a straw hat with a hollowed out top in the debris pile.

He conveniently put the straw hat on his head, thinking it was fun.

At this time, Qiuying and those women who were not far away did not go far.

I just saw Ling Xing's funny look.

Qiuying couldn't help sighing: "The young Ling family doesn't seem to have changed much, he's still so stupid."

When it was almost noon, grandma walked home with the vegetables.

When passing by Qiuying's house, he greeted Qiuying.

"Aunt Zhang. You go shopping alone."

"Yes."

Qiuying said casually: "Why don't you rest assured that your idiot boy is alone at home."

Grandma stopped, looked at Qiuying, and said sternly: "Qiuying, our family Ling Xing is not stupid at all, so don't call him a fool in the future."

Grandma is not someone who likes to make a big fuss, but Qiuying's actions made her uncomfortable.

You can show off your son, but you can't belittle my grandson either!

After finishing speaking, grandma left on her own.

Qiuying froze for a moment, and then blushed. She felt that she kindly reminded Aunt Zhang that Aunt Zhang was so disrespectful.

She was so angry that she looked at grandma's back and said angrily: "Everyone knows what your little one looks like. If you don't want others to tell you, don't bring it back to make a fool of yourself!"

When Qiuying said this, grandma had already left.

She dared not say such things in front of grandma.

After lunch, Ling Xing wandered around with great interest.

At this time, Qiuying had finished her lunch and was calling her poker friends.

Mahjong every afternoon is one of the favorites of women in small towns.

The mahjong table is also the best breeding ground for gossip and right and wrong, which is another big hobby of women in small towns.

Today's poker game is at Lixiang's house in the convenience store.

Qiuying walked towards Lixiang's house with three poker friends.

At this time, with the backlog of depression in her heart from the morning, she thought that she would have a good talk at the poker table later.

At this moment, Qiuying's footsteps froze.

"What's the matter, Qiuying?" asked a short-haired woman next to her.

"Look at that silly kid from Aunt Zhang's house!" Qiuying pointed at Ling Xing who was squatting on the ground to frighten the dog, with a look of disdain.

Another curly-haired woman next to him recalled briefly, nodded and said: "He doesn't seem to have changed, he is as stupid as before! He doesn't study hard, he just knows how to play all day long."

The short-haired woman nodded and added: "I remember one time, I saw him squatting on the ground alone watching snails all afternoon!"

"He has a problem here!" The short-haired woman pointed at her head and curled her lips.

"I think Aunt Zhang also knew that her grandson had no future, so she just let him go." Qiuying felt a sense of superiority when she thought of her son.

"It's a pity! She looks like a human!" the short-haired woman sighed.

"What's the use of being good-looking? You're not just a waste. In this world, only those who can be awakened will have a future." Qiuying scratched her eyes at the short-haired woman.

The short-haired woman quickly apologized with a smile: "Qiuying is right! If you want to talk about success, it must be your son who is promising!"

Since Qiuying's son Xu Dong awakened his talent and was invited to the elite training camp, Qiuying has become the leader of these women.

These women are carefully serving and flattering.

At this time, Ling Xing had just finished teasing a dog, and was strolling happily.

Walking to an open area, Ling Xing raised his head and looked into the distance, deep into the mountains in the sky!

Majestic, yet full of awe-inspiring mystery.

"That's the Mianshan Mountains, opposite to the New Languo."

An old voice sounded beside Ling Xing.

Ling Xing turned his head and saw an old man with a white beard, smoking a long pipe, sitting on a rocking chair under the shade of a tree.

"Master, how high is this mountain?" Ling Xing asked curiously.

"No one knows how high this mountain is." The old man exhaled and said leisurely.

"Why?" Ling Xing suddenly became curious.

"You are not from our town!" The uncle glanced at Ling Xing and said with certainty.

Ling Xing nodded without denying it.

The uncle looked at the mountains that were close at hand but far away in the sky, and said deeply: "None of the people who climbed the mountain came back."

"What!" Ling Xing's eyes froze, and surprise suddenly appeared.

He had never heard of such a weird and terrifying thing.

Ling Xing hurriedly asked: "Why didn't you come back? What's on the mountain?"

"Who knows, it may be a god or a demon." The uncle gave a plausible answer.

Ling Xing carefully looked for the top of the mountain, but it couldn't see anything, because the top of the mountain was completely swallowed by thick clouds and fog.

Ling Xing didn't have the habit of challenging horror legends. He looked at it for a while, then turned and went back. Before leaving, he glanced at the old man with white beard.

"Old man, do you have anything to sell?" Ling Xing tried.

"Ah?" The old man looked at Ling Xing in confusion.

"It's okay!" Ling Xing waved his hand and left.

If this old man is a master of the outside world, he should come up with the long-lost martial arts skills at this time!

Ling Xing joked in his heart.

On the way back, Ling Xing decided to ask grandma later, he couldn't be fooled by an old man.

At this moment, he saw a group of people surrounding the convenience store in front of him, who seemed to be watching something lively.

Ling Xing didn't want to watch the excitement, but he saw a familiar figure in the crowd.

Before Ling Xing approached, he heard a woman's yin and yang voice.

"Stop bragging, if your grandson is an awakener, don't tell me in the morning!"

The person who spoke was Qiuying.

"My grandson is an awakener, so there's no need to make it public!" Grandma retorted angrily.

Ling Xing cut into the crowd, walked up to grandma and asked.

"Grandma, what's going on?"