Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 340

The 3 years, the three students learnt how to make calls, text messages, and take pictures with their phones.
“Soon, you will be able to learn how to live forever,” said the old monk.
“Hi, what’s your name?” Pigsy asked.
“I have no name,” said monkey king sadly.
“Your name is Sun Wukong,” said the old monk.
“My name is Sun Wukong!” said Sun Wukong.
“Your first lesson is to sit quietly and use your cell phone to take pictures like this,” said the old monk.
“But where is my cellphone?” Sun Wukong asked.
“Yours is this brown phone, because your color is brown” said old monk.
“Okay. Okay. Let me try,” said Sun Wukong.
“Wow! This is awesome!” Sun Wukong laughed.
“The next lesson is to call somebody that you really want to talk to,” said the old monk.
“Hello! My name is Sandy. Who are you?” Sandy asked.
“My name is Sun Wukong; nice to meet you, Sandy,” said Sun Wukong.
“Now, you need to know how to send an email. Type the words that make sense.
You could send to your friend or anybody you know!” said the old monk.
“Wow! It’s amazing!” Sun Wukong was so happy that it made him jump up and down!
Three years passed and they were ready. Sun Wukong and his friends Pigsy, Sandy and his maser’s grandson
Xuan Zang went to the highest mountain ever.
“I think we need to call Uber taxi.” Said Pigsy climbing the mountain. Tada! The taxi arrived.
“To the end of the mountain!” said Xuan Zang.
30 minutes later, they arrived at the end of the mountain.
“1360 dollars,” said taxi driver. They gave him the money and looked around to see where they were.
“I don’t think this is the end of the mountain. I think we are in the middle of nowhere!” said Sandy,
“Terrible driver. He tricked us!”
“Ha! Ha! Ha! You guys look so delicious,” said a strange voice.
“Wh... wh… who are you? Show yourself!” Sun Wukong stuttered.
Pigsy quietly pressed 999 behind his back.
“Hello? How can I help you?” asked police.