Chapter 347: Is there no point in watching a show after the eighth season goes bad?

Wang Yuezhi spent a long time in the toilet and never came back.

This is not a good sign.

Lin Li feels that Wang Yuezhi has very likely turned into a "tile junior."

After all, squatting in the toilet for too long makes your feet numb.

But this can't be blamed on Lin Li; after all, Lin Li had no murderous intent at all. It was Wang Yuezhi who took the initiative to take out Lin Li's gun, stuff it into his own mouth, and signal for him to fire.

Seeking death with such determination, Lin Li was helpless.

"Looks like you guys slept quite soundly at noon." Returning to his seat, Lin Li smiled as he looked at the mark on Bai Bufan's face that hadn't completely disappeared.

"It was alright," Bai Bufan nodded upon hearing this, sighing with a hint of comfort: "Baowei didn't sleep at noon today, so we brothers slept comfortably."

"Lin Li, I now have to suspect that Earth OL has a sleeping server. We couldn't sleep because the server was full and we had to queue for people to log out."

"It was precisely because Baowei didn't enter the server at noon today that he suddenly freed up spots for the other five of us, which is why everyone could sleep so soundly. The logic is self-consistent."

"One topping five, reasonable." Lin Li nodded.

Waking up in a panic in the middle of the night clearly meant the server detected abnormal user behavior (nightmares) and kicked the user out of the server.

However, Lin Li was curious: "Why didn't Baowei sleep?"

"Him? He was reading while we were napping, saying he planned to 'roll' us to death." Bai Bufan yawned and answered.

"What book was he reading?"

Seeing that Bai Bufan could still be so calm, Lin Li was a bit surprised.

"The Steamroller Operation Manual." Zhou Baowei, who was next to them, answered directly for Bai Bufan.

"……"

"Fuck."

Lin Li couldn't help but point out: "What kind of 'rolling' is this? It's a bit too intense."

No wonder Bai Bufan was so calm; it turned out Baowei just simply wanted to murder his roommates. That was truly "no matter," as long as he wasn't secretly studying behind their backs, anything was fine.

There were still candy wrappers left over from noon in the drawer, so Lin Li stood up to throw out the trash.

When he returned from the back door, Lin Li's expression was slightly surprised, and he already had a meal card in his hand.

After entering, he shook it at Qin Zeyu: "Tsk, Zeyu, your meal card was actually picked up by a girl."

"Who?" Qin Zeyu also didn't expect the feedback to be so timely, and he and Bai Bufan turned their heads in sync, looking at Lin Li expectantly.

"How should I put it, it's an acquaintance... Yao Qiaoqiao." Lin Li shrugged and gave the answer.

Lin Li, who had just gone to throw out the trash, happened to see Yao Qiaoqiao appear at the stairwell, and then she gave this meal card to Lin Li to pass on for her.

Hearing this name, Chen Tianming suddenly looked up.

What happened?

As for Bai Bufan and Qin Zeyu, they looked at each other and both fell silent.

Lin Li walked over, placed the unusable meal card on Qin Zeyu's desk, and then asked: "Zeyu, do you have anything you want to say?"

Qin Zeyu shook his head.

Lin Li nodded, he understood.

If you ask what he understood?

—Reviewing, Qin Zeyu said at noon that if a girl picked up the meal card, he only had two reactions: one was "thank you," and the other was a silent "thank you."

*She-she* (a pun on "thank you" and "ejaculate").

Lin Li: "Silent, then you must want to *she-she* Yao Qiaoqiao. Fine, I'll go help you ask her out for a meal under the guise of gratitude. Wish you success, Zeyu."

Qin Zeyu, Bai Bufan: "?"

Chen Tianming: "(へ╬)!"

"Zeyu! What do you mean!" Chen Tianming stood up and walked toward Lin Li, his eyes wide with anger.

"Wait! Tianming! These words came out of Lin Li's mouth, and you believe them?" Qin Zeyu hurriedly emphasized.

"Oh, right," Chen Tianming suddenly became much calmer, cooled down, and also gave Lin Li the middle finger: "Idiot."

Then Chen Tianming leaned in and asked Qin Zeyu in a low voice: "Zeyu, where did you drop your meal card at noon? How could it be such a coincidence?"

—Although Chen Tianming wasn't in the hallway yesterday morning, as the "watchdog," he could hear the brothers' conversation and also knew about Bai Bufan's genius suggestion.

Now, he was also a bit tempted.

"Tianming, do you want to join our meal-card-throwing brigade?" Bai Bufan's eyes had light.

The three started whispering, and no one paid attention to Lin Li, who had intended to stir up trouble.

Qin Zeyu didn't intend to give up either; Yao Qiaoqiao just now had, after all, proven that Bai Bufan's method was unexpectedly feasible.

"Bufan, you say, how can I restore my reputation in the class?" After the preparatory bell rang and the three finished their discussion, Lin Li asked Bai Bufan dejectedly.

No one believed his words, and stirring up trouble was becoming increasingly difficult.

"This one is still simple, right? Wouldn't it be fine to let the class monitor wear black silk under her school trousers?" Bai Bufan answered immediately.

Lin Li: "?"

Damn, divine doctor.

But Lin Li didn't speak. He looked around outside the classroom, confirmed the teacher hadn't arrived yet, patted Bai Bufan, and took out his phone without a word.

Bai Bufan sat up straight to help Lin Li block the phone, while casting a curious look.

Lin Li pointed to three apps on the software store.

"DingTalk," "Weibo," "Douyin."

Bai Bufan: "?"

Your mom.

Fuck.

"Shouldn't you be pointing at this?" Bai Bufan pointed at "Photos."

"Bai Bufan, can you stop being so 'down-to-earth'? It's disgusting."

Bai Bufan: "?"

……

"Remember to do the 'One Lesson One Practice.' On Thursday morning, the class representative will collect them and send them to the office. Alright, class dismissed."

The bell rang, and the history teacher finished assigning homework and left the classroom with the lesson plan.

The class instantly became noisy, and everyone started moving books or desks.

It was time for a big cleanup.

Most of those who didn't need to participate in this cleanup would also choose to move their desks and chairs out before leaving.

Class 4 was on the edge of the floor, close to the overhead corridor, which was quite convenient because the desks and chairs could be moved directly onto the overhead corridor without having to pile them all up in the classroom.

If piled in the classroom, one could only clean one side of the hygiene before moving them to the other side to clean the other side.

Actually, moving them like this wasn't tiring, and it was even easier than moving them to the corridor, but the annoying thing was that moving them, or even just vibrating them, carried the risk of textbooks and other sundries falling out of the drawers.

You definitely have to mop the floor during a big cleanup, and if books get wet, it's quite annoying and makes one "red-hot" with anger; stains aren't good, right?

But there was no such risk at all on the overhead corridor.

Lin Li stood up and first put some extra textbooks from his desk into the storage cabinet in the back and locked it—not to guard against anyone, but the storage cabinet was movable, and it might be opened when cleaning the corners later.

Well, actually, it could also guard against the "births" (bastards) in Class 4.

"What are you still writing? Get up and move the desk." After putting his things away, seeing Bai Bufan still hunched over his desk writing furiously, Lin Li was slightly surprised.

"Wait a second! Wait a second!" Bai Bufan didn't even lift his head, but his voice was excited and thrilled, and the speed of his writing was even faster:

"Anyway, our desks are going to be put in the corridor to be stepped on, and we don't need to fight for a spot, so what's there to be in a rush about."

The tasks that tall boys are primarily responsible for during a school cleanup are nothing more than those few: wiping electric fans, windows, sweeping spider webs...

The task assigned to Lin Li and Bai Bufan was to cover the wall paintings outside with white paint.

Doing this work during a big cleanup meant that even if the white paint dripped onto places it shouldn't be, it could be dealt with immediately without having to spend effort scrubbing it off later.

And painting naturally required stepping on desks. The two of them wanted to step on others', but others probably wouldn't be very willing.

"I'm about to calculate the formula!" Bai Bufan had only paper and pen in his eyes at this moment, excited and thrilled.

Lin Li was calm.

Remember, the last time Bai Bufan entered this "zone" state of learning, he proved that the Pythagorean theorem was wrong and was a "down-to-earth" theorem that got to the top through underhanded means.

Furthermore, the last class was history, and this guy was calculating his "dam" formula.

Could it be he was calculating a summation formula?

History summation formula: Ceding territory + Paying reparations.

This formula was officially established during the Northern Song Dynasty and was internationally tested and recognized during the Qing Dynasty, thus being thoroughly carried forward.

"Yie! I hit it! I hit it!" Bai Bufan was like Fan Jin passing the imperial examination, laughing and crazy.

"What did you calculate?" Lin Li walked up curiously.

Although Lin Li knew that what Bai Bufan calculated was "dog shit," but then again, how could the King of Eating Shit resist the temptation of eating shit?

"Stinky equation!" Bai Bufan also urgently needed to share, so he immediately showed Lin Li the paper he had just written on.

It only had this one line of content:

"114514^(114^(5-1-4)) = 114514".

Lin Li: "(；o_o)?"

Damn, what a stinky number; that really was a stinky equation.

Lin Li had reason to suspect that Bai Bufan was the kind of person who would write the chemical formula for ozone as O114514.

"Lin Li, how is it!" Bai Bufan looked at this equation again, his eyes full of appreciation. "One small step for me, one giant leap for mankind."

"Bufan, have you ever watched a web drama called *Genius J*? The core of it is about a life formula." Lin Li thought for a moment and began to express his evaluation.

Life formula: Intelligence, physique, appearance, wealth, and love are calculated as scores; if the sum exceeds 100 or is lower than 60, one dies immediately, and the lifespan is longest when the sum is 75.

The values are calculated dynamically. In the drama, after learning the formula, the high-IQ family forbids descendants from exercising, owning assets, etc., to control the score and extend their lifespan.

The brain-hole is okay, watching it for fun is fine, but Lin Li's purpose in mentioning this now wasn't to talk about the plot. He smiled and continued:

"And you, Bufan, my friend, the stinky equation you invented is also very valuable. I've decided, when this drama reaches its eighth season, I will invest and recommend you to be the lead actor."

"Get lost." Bai Bufan laughed and scolded.

If he only went to film it in the eighth season, wouldn't that be filming *Genius J8*?

That would be too "down-to-earth."

It feels like it would be better to let himself film the tenth season, *Genius J10*. After all, Bai Bufan never thought that *J10* could be so refreshing—not only could he go abroad at public expense, but he could also have a "misfire" with a French "ocean horse" and passionately "hit the plane." Envious of *J10*.

"OK, let's move."

Bai Bufan tore off the page, crumpled it into a ball, threw it into the drawer, stood up, packed his things, and moved the desks and chairs to the corridor with Lin Li.

Lin Li stepped onto the desk—he stepped on Bai Bufan's; his heart would ache if he stepped on his own.

You can stand on other people's desks and stomp hard.

He used a dry cloth to wipe the dust accumulated on the surface of the wall painting clean first.

And Bai Bufan took off the seal of the paint bucket bought with class funds and pried open the lid.

"Damn, manga volume." Looking at the thick white latex paint inside, Bai Bufan's first comment was not something a human would make.

He picked up the "Holy Sword" Lin Li brought back from the autumn outing and began to stir, incidentally dyeing it.

Then Bai Bufan frowned slightly, stopped his movement, and waved at Baowei on the side: "Baowei, come over and take a sniff."

Zhou Baowei walked over upon hearing this, bent down, and took a sniff, then appeared somewhat surprised: "It's just the smell of paint, what's wrong."

Bai Bufan: "Nothing, just letting you inhale some formaldehyde. I felt uncomfortable all over the moment I thought I was so selfish that I only let myself inhale it."

Zhou Baowei: "?"

Bai Bufan: "By the way, Baowei, your nostrils are big, you smell more, you inhaled the formaldehyde that should have belonged to other classmates. Remember to pay more class funds next time, otherwise I will gather the strength of the whole class to kick you out."

Zhou Baowei: "?"

Zhou Baowei laughed.

The Marshal of the Heavenly Canopy doesn't get angry, do you think I'm Peppa Pig?

"Your mom! Your mom! Your mom!"

Every "your mom" was accompanied by a jump from Zhou Baowei and a huge slap landing on Bai Bufan's back.

The Earth had a noticeable tremor.

Zhou Baowei shouldn't have been this angry, but Bai Bufan's sentence just now brought up bad memories.

—In the summer, Bai Bufan also used the excuse of his own big nostrils to demand that he pay an extra share of the air conditioning fee in the dormitory.

It is worth mentioning that Tianming, Zeyu, and others all felt "Damn, damn, Brother Bufan makes sense this time" and agreed.

Zhou Baowei refused to pay this extra money, and the five roommates wanted to kick him out, but because they couldn't push or lift him, this matter eventually fizzled out.

But this time, if the whole class tried to kick him out, maybe it really could...

So Zhou Baowei, who had a sense of crisis, decided to settle old and new scores together.

This led to Xue Jian seeing that his class was in chaos as soon as he stepped out of the stairwell.

You still have to give the head teacher some face when he arrives, so Zhou Baowei finished with a final slap: "Bufan! Your mom is in good health!"

Bai Bufan: "She is healthy, thank you for your concern."

"Pay attention to safety." Xue Jian didn't pay attention to this kind of horseplay, just reminded Lin Li, who was standing on the desk.

"Don't worry, teacher." Lin Li nodded and patted his chest: "I'm standing very steadily, and if I fall, I'll definitely step on Bufan; nothing will happen."

"I'm talking about the desk, don't break it, it's class property." Xue Jian finished calmly and walked into the classroom.

Lin Li: "(；o_o)?"

Bai Bufan and Zhou Baowei were amused.

When these words came out of Old Jian's mouth, the aggressiveness was a hundred times higher than when they said it.

"Why does it feel like Old Jian's aggressiveness is getting stronger? He wasn't like this at all when school started? How could he say such words that violate teacher ethics?" Lin Li lowered his voice, his expression gloomy, and discussed it with Bai Bufan.

"I noticed it too, but I don't know, no clue, can't find the reason at all." Bai Bufan felt the same way.

Why did he say that sentence, "Old thing, Grandpa will help you carry it," to the old man because he was scared by Xue Jian's seriousness back then?

Zhou Baowei couldn't help but point at the two of them.

If there's no mirror and no urine, he could lend them some.

Hiss... he shouldn't need to look, right?

However, Xue Jian actually just came to take a look. He didn't intend to participate in the big cleanup. He stayed in the classroom for less than a minute before going to the corridor again to urge Lin Li and others not to mess around.

After Lin Li and Bai Bufan repeatedly promised, he left.

The paint was stirred enough. Bai Bufan moved Lin Li's desk over to stick to his own, then went up and stood next to Lin Li.

—Theoretically, two people painting two walls at the same time would be faster, but there was only one bucket of paint, and splitting it up was even less necessary.

Putting on aprons, the two began to paint.

"Want to play an intense and exciting game of Gomoku?" Using the roller to roll out a white grid on the wall first, Lin Li looked at Bai Bufan.

"It's all white paint, how can we play this."

"Hollow circles and solid circles, obviously."

"Fine, it just so happens I recently learned the 'Underwear Formation.' The blogger who taught me said that once this formation is formed, it's invincible." Bai Bufan accepted the challenge, very confident.

"I'll play here."

"Then I'll play here."

"I'll play here."

"No, Lin Li, you can't play here."

"Why."

"Because I want to play the Underwear Formation. If you play here, my Underwear Formation won't be able to form; only I can play." Bai Bufan explained very seriously, then used white paint to paint Lin Li's hollow circle into his own solid circle. "Alright, your turn."

Lin Li gave a thumbs up.

Then this formation is indeed very invincible.

This Underwear Formation reminded Lin Li of Zhou Tai's "Indomitable" skill in *Three Kingdoms Kill* (unofficial history version): After you die, you can stubbornly say you aren't dead and refuse to leave.

Bai Bufan won the Gomoku victory.

The two began to paint seriously. It was just right; they could paint one by one from top to bottom along the areas divided by the Gomoku grid just now.

"Xi shuashua~ Xi shuashua~ Oh! Oh!"

"I am a painter, my painting skills are strong~"

The two sang different songs, "waving their brushes" to the rhythm of their own songs.

To be honest, watching the grid being filled with white one by one was quite stress-relieving and satisfying.

Tell the one who trims hooves and washes carpets that there's something going on tonight, so he won't go over first.

Wang Ze, who was passing by, felt his hands itch watching the two paint, so he patted Lin Li's lower leg. After both of them lowered their heads to look at him, he spoke:

"Lin Li, it looks like fun, let me try it?"

"Huh?" Lin Li was slightly surprised upon hearing this, looked at the wall, and then at Wang Ze: "Are you sure you want to try it?"

"Yeah!" Wang Ze didn't know what there was to be sure or unsure about.

"Fine." Lin Li extended the roller toward Wang Ze.

Wang Ze also reached out to take it.

*Plop~*

*Swoosh. *

Wang Ze's entire back of his hand was painted white.

Wang Ze: "?"

Seeing this, Bai Bufan squatted down: "Wang Ze, want to try again?"

Then Bai Bufan saw Wang Ze still staring blankly at the back of his hand without speaking, and silence was taken as consent.

So—

*Plop~*

*Swoosh. *

Wang Ze's entire palm was painted white.

Wang Ze: "(；o_o)!?"

"Hey, fuck! What are you two doing!!" When Wang Ze reacted, he questioned the two angrily.

Lin Li appeared somewhat innocent, spreading his hands, LeBron James, nothing to do with me: "Wang Ze, didn't you say you wanted to try it too? I asked you twice, and you confirmed it before I painted. Now you're blaming me?"

Wang Ze: "?"

"No! No! No!"

For a moment, Wang Ze felt like he had lost the ability to speak.

"Damn! I meant I wanted to try painting, not that I wanted to try being painted!!"

Wang Ze wanted to roar while holding his head, but the next second he reacted and violently shook off his white right hand, looking ferocious.

"Oh—" Lin Li elongated his tone and nodded, then looked at Wang Ze with a look of feigned reproach: "Say it clearly next time. Who would know what you meant like this?"

"Your way of understanding is the abnormal one, you bastard!"

Wang Ze was so angry he laughed. He naturally realized that this guy Lin Li did it on purpose. After panting a few times, he looked at the two with a cold smile:

"Lin Li, Bufan, someone told me the only difference between 'shit' and 'human' is that 'shit' has two more brushes than 'human.' I used to scoff at this, but today, I found it to be true."

Lin Li suppressed the laughter generated by being scolded and kept a calm face, not responding to Wang Ze, but first looked at Bai Bufan: "Bufan, are you human?"

"I'm not, I'm a dog. Lin Li, are you human?" Bai Bufan immediately understood and answered calmly.

"I'm not either, I'm a 'birth' (bastard)."

"I say, what serious creature would be a human?"

"Can a serious creature be a human?"

"Heh, lowly."

After the "application for world heritage" dialogue was finished, the two tacitly turned their heads to stare at Wang Ze.

Then, Lin Li made the first move.

*Plop~*

*Swoosh. *

Bai Bufan followed closely behind.

*Plop~*

*Swoosh. *

And so, Wang Ze, whose other hand was also completely white on both sides: "……"

Eh? No?

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 348 =====