Chapter 320: High School Class 1-4's Various

The next day, November 11th, Monday.

Lin Li headed to the classroom.

Double Eleven, another year of the e-commerce festival, but Lin Li didn't buy anything.

The gold content of Double Eleven nowadays is really getting lower and lower.

Double Eleven in the past really had discounts, especially the second year after this event came out, that was truly a must-buy, you had to rely on snatching.

At the time Lin Li even suspected that this e-commerce festival might be a conspiracy instigated by cannibals, just to make everyone chop off their hands.

Kende people go crazy for Double Eleven, v me a hand.

But Double Eleven now, heh, original price 598, deposit reduces 148, store full 500 minus 50, cross-store full 300 minus 30, member exclusive full 200 minus 20, pre-order another 20% off, little sow wears omen — one scheme after another, buying something is like doing a math problem.

If it were truly a discount that would be fine.

Finally that 598 thing was bought for two hundred, feeling all pleased, but then checked the price history and found that in October its listed price was just two hundred, it was specially raised to 598 before Double Eleven and then discounted.

Seeing this result, he instantly became honest.

But how can there be so many discounts in the world, the wool comes from the sheep, the nature of merchants is profit-seeking.

Remember, as long as you recognize characters, you will know: "Capital", "Principal", "Family", not one is a person, but "Capital" presses a person underneath, "Principal" racks a person on top, "Family" has no person inside.

This is a capitalist, they would rather pour out milk than sell cheap.

In this world, products with a genuine cost price of 799 and truly no tricks that you can now buy for 79.9 do indeed still exist, but Lin Li generally calls them "stocks".

Of course, a stock's low price doesn't mean a bargain, you never know if it has hit bottom.

Dropped? Good opportunity, buy the dip!

Dropped again? Gonna make a killing, I'll buy more!

Keeps dropping! I have a feeling it can't drop further, keep buying!

Hehe, it really didn't drop, but your mother this stock got delisted, lost everything, I buy your mother!

Stock investors know best, below the ground there's a basement, below the basement a cellar, below the cellar the crust, below the crust hell, remember, hell still has eighteen layers.

So, what shitty e-commerce festival, now this is just an ordinary Singles' Day, on this day singles leading singles is about enough.

Lin Li looked at the system.

After school last night, still rode the bike around Laoyou Road, although the purpose changed, still no harvest.

Today a new week, system update also didn't see any clue, don't know where it updated, the two extra buttons at the start of the month, still don't know what function they serve.

And this week's refresh chance, Lin Li hasn't used it yet.

The current five product slots are "Random Quality Spirit Stone", "Luck Talisman", "Seven-Colored Treasure Robe", "Ability Amplifier (+2)", "Life-Extending Pill".

Although in the cultivation world a few hours of accumulated spirit liquid, its spirit qi content can approach nearly half a month's output of a "Spirit Spring", so from an efficiency standpoint, "Random Quality Spirit Stone" currently holds no meaning for Lin Li, discarding it is no pity.

But the problem is, Lin Li can't guarantee he can still go to the cultivation world next month, who knows if this damn system will pull more tricks.

The all-female mecha world hasn't shown any sign yet, maybe next month the world I go to will become that one.

So, before confirming I have a stable way to go to the cultivation world, Lin Li feels it's still necessary to leave himself a source of obtaining spirit qi.

If one day I can't go to the cultivation world, spirit liquid runs out, no spirit qi, then my cultivation ends right there.

At that time the cost of gambling on refreshes might be even higher.

"Ability Amplifier" and "Life-Extending Pill" are things Lin Li doesn't use now but might buy in the future.

So Lin Li's idea is, after going to the cultivation world mid-week, ask Daoist Shanqing if he's heard of the "Seven-Colored Treasure Robe" magic treasure.

Daoist Shanqing highly approves of the system's cultivation method, but treats his own magic treasures like worn-out shoes; at that time, if Daoist Shanqing knows this treasure, ask its value, high value can consider saving up to exchange for one, never heard of it, just refresh directly.

"Yo, isn't this Wang Ze, how come you're here so late today, at this hour you're actually not in the classroom listening to Bufan's unofficial history?"

When approaching the Year One teaching building, Lin Li saw Wang Ze preparing to go upstairs, so he raised his hand to greet him.

"Ah—Monday is like this," Wang Ze yawned, took a breakfast item from Lin Li's hand with one hand, the other hand weakly clenched into a fist and chanted:

"Monday Monday, spirit returns west~ Next Monday, my seventh-day memorial~"

"Doggerel, I know some too?" Lin Li heard this, snapped his fingers and started chanting: "Monday Monday~ gasping for breath~ want to pick up a pen~ damn give everyone in the whole world a slash and blow up this world!"

Lin Li's first three lines still had cadence, like shouting a slogan with strong rhythm, but the fourth line's expression instantly turned ferocious and the speech speed extremely fast, no pauses.

Wang Ze: "?"

"Expression full marks, rhyme zero marks." Wang Ze laughed and scolded, then sighed resentfully:

"You say why didn't I beautifully sleep a full ten-plus hours on both weekend nights, now it's good, have to wait until this weekend again."

"People are like this, playing feels good playing, waking up it's 'grass mud horse why did I play so good before', fundamentally cannot understand oneself." Lin Li laughed and shrugged.

Saying give yourself another chance absolutely won't be like this.

Actually another time would be "hehe if not playing now when to play sleep what fart get up and party".

"Empathy between people is hard, but empathy between people and animals is quite simple, even I gradually understand the behavior of chickens getting up early every day and then screaming." Wang Ze sighed softly.

"Because the guest left secretly in the middle of the night wearing pants and didn't pay you?" Lin Li asked.

"You motherfucker which chicken are you talking about," Wang Ze husky-pointed at someone, perked up for a bit, then wilted again:

"How is it only Monday ah, want to die want to die want to die, how long until the weekend, how long until New Year's, how long until winter break……

How does it feel like these days are simply Xiahou Dun looking at Louis XVI, can't see the end at a glance ah…… want to die want to die want to die……"

Now many people say contemporary students have no goals at all.

What joke! After National Day the goal is Mid-Autumn, after Mid-Autumn the goal is New Year's, after New Year's the goal is winter break!

Every stage's goal is fundamentally very clear.

"So full of vitality, so nice~" Hearing such sounds, Lin Li looked at Wang Ze with a benevolent gaze, sighed softly.

"?"

"Can you not reply randomly after reading, I say I want to die, you say I have vitality?" Wang Ze raised a middle finger.

"Right ah, a corpse wouldn't want to die, wanting to die is a living person's privilege, if not vitality what is it?" Lin Li asked back in surprise.

Wang Ze: "?"

"... Seems reasonable."

"But I don't recommend dying right now. If you reincarnate now, it's very easy to end up in a family trying for a third child." Lin Li added.

"Holy shit, Lin Li, thanks. First time my will to live has been this strong." Wang Ze said with lingering fear.

The two went upstairs together.

"How's it going with your senior sister?" Walking with a bro, even if it's quiet it doesn't feel awkward, but staying quiet is impossible too. Lin Li casually asked, "Seized the moment yet?"

"How would she let me seize my moment that fast? Damn, that's not even my goal. Can you not be such a turn-off?" Wang Ze said with disdain.

Mentioning Qian Ying, Wang Ze still felt a bit embarrassed, and chuckled:

"After exams last week everyone had to go home. I asked her to stay on campus and hang out this weekend, and she agreed. I figured when we go out together on the weekend, I'll see if there's a good chance and confess."

Lin Li blinked: "This week? Where's the date? The night market over in Pinglu?"

"Not set yet, but probably that. You know about it too?" Wang Ze nodded, then asked.

"Are you going Friday or Saturday? If Saturday, we might run into each other." Lin Li smiled, then sighed seriously: "Can only say it's a coincidence. A real coincidence. Our 'three people and a dog' are going there too."

"You two are going too? Then I'd better steer clear of you..." Wang Ze clicked his tongue.

In danger you can rely on brothers, but when safe brothers are the biggest danger. He was afraid these two b's would mess with him.

But then he asked again: "Three people and a dog — you, Bufan, and who else? Chen Yuying and Ding Sihan?"

"Plus Qu Wanqiu."

"Wouldn't that be four people and a dog, or three people and two dogs?"

"Baby, you smell so good." Lin Li leaned in, squeezed Wang Ze's rock-hard athlete butt, and said softly: "I'm not a person and not a dog. I'm a one."

Wang Ze's body stiffened, then he stopped climbing the stairs. Instead he stepped back two steps, stood firm, bent over, stuck his perky ass up high, used both hands to spread his own ass cheeks, and looked back with a gentle voice:

"Here, bro. You go ahead."

Lin Li: "?"

Your mom.

True. Pulling this Nantong routine in front of Wang Ze really is a bit "waving your dick in front of Lao Ai — showing off your meager skills before an expert."

"If I really let you in you'd be unhappy too." Seeing Lin Li hesitate to enter, Wang Ze seemed a bit disdainful.

Lin Li chuckled, but it didn't matter. What can enter a skin swallow can be something else too.

"Thou—sand—Year—Kill—"

"Holy shit!!"

Second floor, classroom entrance.

"According to unofficial history, Sun Ce and Sun Quan looked extremely alike. After Sun Ce died, under Sun Quan's intense pursuit, Da Qiao also submitted to Sun Quan.

But every night at the height of passion, Da Qiao would call out the wrong name. Sun Ce's courtesy name was Bo Fu, Sun Quan's was Zhong Mou. So Da Qiao would call out Bo Fu one moment, Zhong Mou the next. This is the origin of 'indistinguishable between Bo and Zhong'!"

"Wo ri, what brother's wife marrying younger brother. Da Qiao really had it good."

"In my opinion, this problem's easy to solve. Send Da Qiao abroad to study. When she comes back she won't have this worry anymore, she'll only shout oh yes.

Could even write a pure romance novel. Title's ready: 'The Sister-in-Law Who Returned from Studying Abroad in the West Sea, Her Moans Became Oh Yes'."

"Wo ri, your title is even less pure romance than mine yesterday? But I want to read it, love it. Book has no shop to smash."

Lin Li and Wang Ze looked at each other with relief. Great, we didn't miss today's most exciting segment.

"Teacher Bufan, Teacher Bufan, I have a question." Lin Li walked into the classroom with his hand raised.

"Ask." Bai Bufan was as serious as Xue Jian.

"Then how did the idiom 'between Bo and Zhong' come about?" Lin Li asked.

Everyone froze for a moment.

But a master artist is a master artist, utterly composed. Bai Bufan continued with almost no hesitation:

"Good question. Other students should have this kind of divergent thinking like Lin Li. This happens to be what I planned to teach next class. Originally meant to teach it tomorrow, but since you asked, we'll do it now.

According to unofficial history, after Da Qiao couldn't tell Bo from Zhong, she always felt guilt, missed her dead husband, so afterward she'd go burn paper at Sun Ce's grave with Sun Quan.

Paper burned, Da Qiao's guilt gone, Sun Quan's cooldown ready. There's an ancient saying in the Three Kingdoms: since we're here, let's do it. The two locked eyes, and went at it like dry wood and raging fire — between Bo and Zhong."

"Student Xiao Lin, did you understand?"

"Holy shit hahaha—"

"Thought you'd say it was a threesome, but Bai Bufan, as expected of you. More hellish than I imagined."

Lin Li laughed wildly and gave a thumbs up.

This week it wasn't just Qu Wanqiu who handed in a phone. Chen Tianming actually brought one too.

"Bai Bufan, I don't quite understand. Why are you doing this?" During break, Lin Li looked at Bai Bufan coldly, speaking without emotion.

Bai Bufan didn't speak. He put the test papers he'd lectured half of back into his personal storage locker in the back, and put a small lock on it.

"Bai Bufan! I need an explanation. You put a lock on your locker under the eyes of the whole class. What exactly is locked inside — a few books and papers, or the basic trust we classmates built?"

"Look at the lockers. Besides yours, is there a single other person's locker with a lock? If even books need to be guarded like against thieves, doesn't that mean you think there are despicable scum in this class who can only be stopped by a lock?"

"Bai! Bu! Fan! You're using a physical lock to sever the class community! I'll ask one last time, Bai Bufan — this lock you hung up before everyone's eyes, exactly who are you judg! ing!"

Lin Li was filled with righteous indignation, his anger fierce.

But faced with these pearl-like words, Bai Bufan only found them noisy. He picked his ear with his pinky, then turned to Lin Li and sneered:

"What, can't steal my test paper and write answers on the blackboard like last time, so you're anxious?"

Lin Li averted his gaze.

Hehe, caught me.

"As expected. Throw a brick into a dog kennel, the one barking loudest is the one that got hit." Bai Bufan kept sneering.

Lin Li turned his head, thought for a moment, and said: "Bufan, what you said is wrong—some people are allergic to bricks, they wouldn't call out."

"What does it mean to be allergic to bricks?" Bai Bufan froze for a moment, not understanding.

"Last time I was playing with bricks on the balcony, I accidentally dropped one, and it hit a person who was allergic to bricks right on the spot—he fainted on the spot and didn't say a word. Honestly, if the allergy is this severe, you should mention it beforehand." Lin Li said regretfully.

Bai Bufan: "(；o_o)？"

Too many flaws, Bai Bufan was momentarily speechless.

"You damn well call this brick allergy! Damn it, everyone's allergic to that!" Bai Bufan then questioned.

Lin Li shrugged, stood up.

In the morning, several classes were going over the test papers; as of now, I feel my midterm performance has been quite stable.

Chinese is hard to judge—I dare not conclude before the grades come out, but other subjects basically haven't lost many points.

As long as the remaining few subjects don't go wrong unexpectedly, Lin Li believes his score should steadily make it into the top ten of the grade, completing the mission.

As for subject top scorer, math 150 already satisfies it—I don't know if it's because no one else in the grade scored 150, or if the system considers a tie for first as first.

Anyway, as long as it's done.

After stretching, Bai Bufan didn't let anyone sneak a peek at the test paper, so Lin Li walked over to Zhou Baowei's side to see what he was doing.

Clearly it was after class, yet Zhou Baowei was still sprawled in his seat, now using a red pen to trace over his answer sheet.

Only upon getting closer did I realize Zhou Baowei was outlining the score-deduction marks like "-4", "-2" that the teacher had written.

"Baowei, what are you doing?" Lin Li asked, puzzled.

Zhou Baowei, upon hearing, pointed to his other answer sheet that hadn't been outlined yet and explained: "This is the original draft—I don't want to be the original draft."

"So I traced over the teacher's corrections thickly, so it's no longer the original draft, but the heavy draft." Zhou Baowei added, pointing to the answer sheet where the tracing had become bold.

Lin Li, Bai Bufan: "(；゜o゜)？"

Indeed.

Lin Li thought for a moment, reached out, and picked up the eraser on his desk that had been used halfway (to be precise, half used and thrown away in embarrassment), came over, and rubbed hard on the answer sheet—too hard, and he wrinkled the answer sheet:

"Good, this way I'm not the original draft either, but I don't want to be the farm draft—I'm the wrinkled draft."

Sisisusu, Saturday's jade feet vividly before my eyes, long live the jade feet.

Of course, I emphasize again and again—Lin Li is not a leg fetishist.

Afterwards, Lin Li and Zhou Baowei looked toward their respective desk mates—Bai Bufan and Qin Zeyu.

It's your turn to perform, you two also realized this.

"I'm the rubbed draft." Bai Bufan answered.

"I'm the fire draft." Qin Zeyu also replied.

The two exchanged glances, then stood up simultaneously.

"I'll go outside to borrow a lighter." Qin Zeyu walked out.

"I'll just play with myself here." Bai Bufan took off his pants.

"No way, no way, no way—the test paper doesn't need to be burned—" Lin Li and Zhou Baowei hurriedly stopped the fire draft Qin Zeyu.

The rubbed draft Bai Bufan, having just undone his belt, fell silent.

Because no one stopped him.

Even now, including Qin Zeyu, the three of them are all looking at him—three people silent as gold, staring, but not speaking.

"... Is no one stopping me?" Bai Bufan said weakly.

"Go ahead, I actually want to see what the rubbed draft is." Lin Li lifted his chin, tone calm.

Zhou Baowei and Qin Zeyu also nodded.

Bai Bufan: "..."

Beast, damn beast.

When Lin Li was held up and thrown darts yesterday, was it this uncomfortable?

After putting myself in his shoes, Bai Bufan couldn't help but sigh—Lin Li truly deserves it, he should have been treated this way long ago.

"What new trick are you guys up to?" Wang Ze came from the front to the back at this moment, saw this confrontation scene, and asked curiously.

"We're..." Bai Bufan, having been rescued, stepped forward and told Wang Ze the whole story.

"This is your turf, Wang Ze—perform." After introducing, Bai Bufan looked expectantly at Wang Ze.

Wang Ze is the "looked-at draft" title holder, the only legend of Xiling High's first year, the underworld king who existed for three minutes on the confession wall.

Wang Ze naturally wouldn't look at test paper corrections, right in the middle of these few b's in his arms, but he still had an idea.

Only saw him take the answer sheet, come to beside Lin Li's seat, in everyone's sight, and threw the answer sheet onto the lawn downstairs.

——"This is the grass draft!"

"Ohohoh!!! Not bad, Wang Ze, just as expected!" Bai Bufan, Zhou Baowei, and others were very satisfied with this result, all clapping with Wang Ze, ohohoh as comic relief.

Wang Ze clapped and clapped, feeling his breathing a bit uneasy.

Turning back, oh oh, turns out Lin Li was pinching his own neck preparing to choke himself to death, scaring himself a jump—Wang Ze even thought he was chewing betel nut.

"How, what, happened, Lin, Li." Wang Ze asked with difficulty.

"Using my test paper grass draft, this kind of bull-headed person's thing—do you think this pure love warrior of mine can accept it?" Lin Li's smile and voice were both gloomy.

Lin Li sniped Wang Ze.

Lin Li corrected Wang Ze's answer, Wang Ze became the kill draft.

"Bufan." After Wang Ze picked up the answer sheet and returned it to me, the preparatory bell for class also rang, Lin Li looked at Bai Bufan and spoke.

"You say." Bai Bufan turned his head.

Pointing to the small lock on the storage cabinet behind, Lin Li calmly said:

"Where did you buy the lock, I'm also considering buying one."

Bai Bufan smiled, throwing out a boomerang dart—

"Lin Li, you forgot the front, you forgot the back, but I remember one sentence in the middle—

You want to put a lock on the locker under everyone's eyes—what exactly are you trying to lock up? A few books and papers, or the basic trust we classmates have built?"

"Chishí chishí! There's no trust in this class!"

"Ah, look, you're getting anxious again."

(End of chapter)