Chapter 439

Zhang Jing's urge to urinate was scared away by Lin Li's terrifying smile.

Facing the smiling Lin Li at this moment, Zhang Jing stammered, his voice filled with pleading:

"Then, then... Classmate Bai, if my need is for you not to wait for me outside the door and go do your own things, is, is that okay?"

Lin Li blinked.

The task hadn't been completed yet, so Lin Li actually didn't want to leave.

But given Zhang Jing's current state, Lin Li was a bit worried that if he continued to express his enthusiasm to Zhang Jing face-to-face, Zhang Jing would express his hot urine to him face-to-face.

The task wasn't just a little bit off; to be precise, the task had only been completed by about one-tenth so far.

This remaining 90% couldn't just be plagued by Zhang Jing alone.

The task itself was probably also hoping that he would let more cultivators from outside feel the enthusiasm of Nansang Middle School.

Therefore, facing Zhang Jing's request, Lin Li took a step back and nodded with a smile:

"Of course, your wish is my desire. Classmate Zhang, if you are sure you don't need any of my services, then I will take my leave and go serve other students from other schools?"

Heav! en! ly! Sound!

Zhang Jing even felt a sense of gratitude that Lin Li was so easy to talk to.

He even wanted to say thank you to Lin Li!

"Good! Good! Good! I'm sure! Classmate Bai! Please go serve them!! Your service is really good, it's just that I can't afford it, but they definitely can!" Zhang Jing nodded excitedly.

"Will you come to Nansang Middle School again in the future?"

"Yes, yes!" Zhang Jing nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Damn it, even if Lin Li said he wanted to be his father now, Zhang Jing would nod and say he would help persuade his mother.

"Okay, just in case I never see you again, I wish you a happy morning pee, a happy noon pee, and a happy evening pee."

Feeling Zhang Jing's determination, Lin Li used the classic greeting from The Truman Show as a farewell, then bowed slightly and turned to leave with a relaxed posture.

And Zhang Jing, who was in the bathroom, watched Lin Li disappear at the door, but he didn't relax his vigilance in the slightest.

After waiting for half a minute, he summoned his courage and walked slowly toward the door.

——Seriously, Zhang Jing was now very afraid that if he poked his head out, he would see Lin Li hiding at the door, maintaining that smile from just now, and even sticking close to him.

Just thinking about this scene made him shudder; it could be considered a horror movie.

But Zhang Jing still went up.

It can only be said that some things are not left undone just because one is afraid.

There are always some things that are higher than others.

For example, peeing smoothly.

The urge to pee that had been scared away was gradually recovering, but Zhang Jing didn't dare to pee without being sure that Lin Li had really left.

Although it is said that boys are the most vulnerable when they poop, they are the most powerful when they pee because they have long-range weapons, but Zhang Jing felt that he was no longer a virgin, so his urine could no longer drive away evil spirits, was no longer a special attack treasure, and could not make Lin Li reveal his true form.

It might even anger Lin Li.

If Lin Li used the alcohol flame disinfection method—that is, spraying alcohol into the air first and then using a flamethrower on him—who would he go to for justice?

Sticking to the wall on the farthest side, Zhang Jing moved toward the corridor bit by bit.

Fortunately, the most terrifying scene didn't appear—Lin Li was not outside.

But that wasn't enough. Zhang Jing groped his way out until he walked out of the corridor and saw the back of Lin Li, who had already gone far away and was walking toward the school gate.

"Phew—"

Only now did his hanging heart completely relax. Returning to the men's bathroom, Zhang Jing touched his crotch. Damn it, today's experience was really scary enough to make one break out in a cold sweat.

Wait a minute.

Why is the cold sweat in my crotch hot?

On the way to the school gate.

Lin Li really didn't take the stance he used against Zheng Hong, staring at Zhang Jing without letting go.

No need. Zheng Hong was in the wrong when he did that, but now he was in the wrong.

Looking at the illusory system screen in front of him and recalling the growth of the progress in the process just now, Lin Li himself couldn't hold it together.

This system is also purely born.

Wait a minute, why did he use "also"?

Forget it, it doesn't matter. In short, after the "experiment" just now, Lin Li could easily draw a conclusion: the enthusiasm required by the task is one-sided. As long as he thinks he is enthusiastic, it is enough, and he doesn't need to care about the life or death of the guests.

You know, for those perverted measures he just took, the system's feedback was positive the whole time.

And the growth rate brought about was very obvious, which was a world of difference compared to the stage where the progress bar was only slowly squirming when he was just leading the way at the beginning.

Lin Li's judgment on this is that the system requires "extraordinary enthusiasm" in its description, so much so that it doesn't take conventional enthusiasm seriously, thinking that just doing that can't show the demeanor of the Nansang Sect at all, and can only bring extremely slow progress.

And his butler service just now was already inhuman, so how could it not be called extraordinary?

In this way, it actually fit the system's requirements and brought about a significant increase in progress.

Thinking about it this way, the system is even more born.

More born than himself.

His own birth is a gift, pure instinct, he can't be blamed, but the system is a deliberate birth. Everyone, who is better and who is worse, should have a scale in their hearts.

For the remaining 90% of the progress, he needs to make persistent efforts.

He already had a rough plan in his mind, but before taking action, Lin Li took out his phone.

It wasn't to contact Chen Yuying, but to click on the group chat.

They were chatting in the group at this time.

"Bai Bufan: Has anyone tried a sheep?"

"Zhou Baowei: I don't think it's as delicious as regular mutton."

"Bai Bufan: You only know how to eat. I'm saying try that. I just heard that if you do it with a sheep on the edge of a cliff, you push forward, and the sheep will desperately retreat because it's afraid of falling, and then there will be a different kind of taste."

"Zhou Baowei:?"

"Zhou Baowei: Bai Bufan, are you still a good friend of humanity? Tell the truth, are you controlled by the other two heads?"

"Bai Bufan: Why do I still have two heads? Am I Nezha?"

"Lin Li: Stupid, Baowei is saying you are a three-headed dog from hell."

"Yang Bangjie: 'Erotic picture'"

"Bai Bufan: Aren't you going to take an exam? Why are you still flooding the group?"

"Lin Li: Does anyone have a hat in the school teaching building? Hurry, hurry, give me a location, lend it to me."

"Bai Bufan: What do you need a hat for?"

"Lin Li: It's useful."

What's it useful for?

To cover his face.

Lin Li thought that the perverted enthusiasm just now was quite embarrassing. Although he was very forward-looking and used Bai Bufan as a vest in advance, Lin Li felt that his preparation for this was still not sufficient.

The main incident took place in the school, and the scope was too narrow.

When the victims come to the school to seek justice and find out that Bai Bufan is not Bai Bufan, what if they recognize him as their deskmate? He still needs to cover up a bit.

He had a mask in the "Leaving Fire Sword-Nurturing Gourd", but it would be best to pair it with a hat.

There were indeed many clothes and pants in the gourd, but there were no hats, because Lin Li didn't wear hats on weekdays, and there wasn't a single one at home.

The last hat he bought was probably the little yellow traffic safety hat from elementary school.

Before he could continue asking in the group, he didn't expect Bai Bufan to call him directly.

"Hello?" Lin Li answered.

"Lin Li, you are a traitor!" As soon as the call was connected, Bai Bufan's suppressed angry voice came out, extremely harsh.

Lin Li: "?"

What happened?

Was he discovered using Bai Bufan's name? It couldn't be that fast, right?

But before Lin Li could ask in confusion what he had done, Bai Bufan's low and powerful voice continued:

"Lin Li! You are a secret agent! A big bacterial warlord! An ambitious person! A follower of the path! A surrenderist! A revisionist! A big bully! A black-line figure! A black scholar! A black hand! A black accomplice! An empiricist! A chameleon! A stumbling block! A fence-sitter! An anti-frozen pi! A murderer! A two-faced person! An overseas spy! A comprador! A separatist! Waya yaya gong—thief—"

Bai Bufan breathed a sigh of relief at this point.

Then, his voice became a little gentler and more relaxed: "Pick one yourself."

Lin Li: "......"

After a brief silence, it was Lin Li who laughed first.

"You motherfucker," Lin Li couldn't help but point at the phone's microphone, "As soon as the call is connected, you're going to slap labels on me, right?"

"Don't you want a hat?" Bai Bufan asked back.

"Are these hats something I can wear?" Lin Li laughed and cursed.

If these hats were really slapped on him and he could still survive, he would simply be a superman.

Bai Bufan was silent for a moment on the other end, then—

"Lin Li! You are a collectivist willing to contribute! A firm materialist! An internationalist with the world in your heart! A down-to-earth idealist! A pragmatist who combines knowledge and action! A self-disciplined person who respects virtue and goodness! An optimist who walks toward the sun—"

"I don't know if I'm a two-faced person, but you kid are really a two-faced person," listening to the brand-new content, Lin Li couldn't help laughing again.

"To be honest, after listening to this group, my head feels lighter, my shoulders feel heavier, and I feel like it's time to sacrifice."

If these honorary hats were worn while he was alive, he would simply be a superman too.

"You don't want these either?" Bai Bufan on the other end of the phone sighed helplessly. "Lin Li, you're so picky, then I have no other hats to give you."

"Then I really thank you for letting me go."

Bai Bufan also laughed with satisfaction, then asked curiously: "So what on earth do you need a hat for?"

"I might do some embarrassing things and need a hat as a cover."

"What kind of things?"

"Cannot be said for now."

"Keeping secrets from me?" Bai Bufan tsked, then gave a fatherly reminder: "Lin Li, there are so many students from other schools today, don't make your name, Lin Li, known to all the high schools in Nansang.

Old Jian Tou originally couldn't hold his head up during meetings at school, and he still had hope while alive. The day he goes out for meetings and can't hold his head up, you'll definitely get some good juice."

"That won't happen." Lin Li immediately indicated that it didn't matter.