Chapter 451

Wednesday, Christmas.

Because Nansang Middle School had absolutely no plans to celebrate this foreign festival, looking across the campus, there were almost no elements of Christmas.

The only bit that existed was what some classes spontaneously set up within their own class scope.

Lin Li arrived at the classroom.

"According to unofficial history, the reason Liu Bei named his adopted son Liu Feng and then named his son Adou actually revealed his hidden ambition—he wanted to become a Titled Douluo."

"Liu Bei clearly established the Shu Kingdom, why did he only call himself the King of Hanzhong and not the King of Shu? It was precisely to avoid the Tang Sect entrenched in Shu."

"After being defeated in the Battle of Yiling, as a man over sixty years old, he was able to lead the remnants from Hubei all the way to Chongqing, and the movement technique they used was indeed the Tang Sect's 'Ghost Shadow Perplexing Trace'."

"Unfortunately, as everyone knows, Tang Sect secret arts cannot be leaked. Liu Bei doing this already had a way to die, so in the end, it was officially said that he died of illness in Baidi City, but in reality, he was assassinated by the Tang Sect."

"BIG bold! Bufan, you already have a way to die!"

"What are you mumbling about? What does it matter if you die? Resurrect! My lover!"

"Before resurrecting, can you lend me Bufan's corpse? I have a use for it."

"..."

The back-row boys who mixed in and couldn't miss the daily laughter finished distributing breakfast. After returning to his seat, Lin Li took out a small gift box from his schoolbag and handed it to Bai Bufan.

"What's this?" Bai Bufan didn't take it immediately, but instead retreated with some vigilance.

"Rest assured, it's a gift I got from the church last night."

Bai Bufan, who had been covering his buttocks thinking Lin Li had ill intentions and was coveting his beautiful body, suddenly realized upon hearing this, remembering that he had indeed participated in such a small activity over the weekend.

He took the small gift box that was wrapped up, but still didn't relax too much. Facing Lin Li and maintaining vigilance at all times was the correct thing to do.

Fortunately, Lin Li really didn't have any schemes this time. After opening it, Bai Bufan discovered it was a brand-new water-filling hot water bag, and it even came with a note:

"Wishing you who received the gift a warm winter 'smiley face', happy every day."

The handwriting was very childish; it could be seen that the mastery of characters was not long, and it was written by a child.

"Tsk tsk, my god—" Bai Bufan raised his eyebrows, sighing with some amusement: "It makes my corpse feel warm."

Many times Bai Bufan wanted to shout to the heavens, "Heaven, let me be the top, I can't take it anymore."

But now, looking at this blessing that could be considered sincere, Bai Bufan was willing to forgive this world for one second.

"Then Wang Ze is ecstatic." Lin Li smiled.

It can only be said that "auditing" is sometimes damn annoying, but sometimes it is indeed necessary.

Precisely because every gift was looked over once by those volunteers at the church, under pseudo-random conditions, one would never receive any heaven-defying ''gifts''.

Even if you wanted to play tricks, it wasn't allowed.

So before eating breakfast, Bai Bufan first went to the drinking room to get a bag of boiling water.

Warm, very thoughtful.

Bai Bufan felt that his Ding Han had been healed.

"Today is Christmas," feeling the warmth of the hot water bag, Bai Bufan had an association, so he looked at Lin Li: "Lin Li, what do you think happened to the Little Match Girl last night?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Li switched to combat stance in a second, put on a narrator's broadcasting tone, and told the story of last night to Bai Bufan:

"In an ordinary small town, on Christmas, which was yesterday, every household was filled with the radiance of happiness and joy, even if the weather was bad, the cold wind was howling, and snow was drifting in the bleak sky, it still didn't affect people's mood."

"Only one girl couldn't be happy. She was thinly dressed, her body was short, she couldn't stop shivering, her face was pale, without a trace of blood, and in her purple-frozen hands, she only tightly clutched a few nuclear bombs and a remote control."

"'Selling nuclear bombs, selling nuclear bombs,' the girl's voice was hoarse, shouting over and over again. The sound, as small as a mosquito's, used up her last bit of strength."

"Barefoot, she saw a middle-aged uncle and pleaded earnestly: 'Uncle, just buy a nuclear bomb. I haven't eaten for three days. This is the latest model df61, which can cover the whole world for heating.'"

"However, that uncle didn't buy it, just saying, 'Sorry, we all use matches for heating now; nuclear bomb heating has already been eliminated.'"

"Several customers in a row were like this. They would rather drill wood for fire than use nuclear bombs for heating. The child thought desperately: If she didn't sell a nuclear bomb, she would really starve to death."

"She didn't dare to go home because she knew that if she went home without selling a nuclear bomb, she would be beaten. Night gradually fell, and in the cold wind, the child shivered violently."

"I don't know how long she walked, she was finally completely tired, stopped shouting, looked around, found a place to lean and rest, put down the nuclear bomb in her hand, laboriously pushed aside the thick snow, slowly sat down, and curled up into a ball."

"Her body was shivering with cold, she felt she couldn't make it, she wanted to detonate a nuclear bomb, because that might make her warmer."

"In a trance, the kind face of her long-deceased grandmother gradually appeared before the girl's eyes, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion."

"Grandmother kindly said to the girl: 'Child, come with grandmother. Just press the button in your hand, and grandmother will take you to a good place. There is no hunger or illness there, you only need to enjoy the radiation forever.'"

"The girl only wanted to enter grandmother's embrace, so she nodded and agreed without hesitation."

"So, a mushroom cloud appeared over the small town. That night, she wished to see her dear grandmother with the whole city."

"It's truly beautiful." Lin Li indulged in the beautiful story in his mind.

Although he had heard of it, seeing Lin Li tell it so seriously, Bai Bufan still felt it was hard to hold back. He laughed:

"Anchor, anchor, your fairy tale is really interesting, but it's still a bit too cruel. Is there a more dreamy and beautiful one?"

"There is, brother, there is." Lin Li nodded, "Next is the dreamy version."

Lin Li cleared his throat and told it:

"In an ordinary small town, on Christmas day..."

"..."

"... So, a dreamy and gorgeous beautiful mushroom cloud appeared over the small town. That night, she wished to see her fantasy and magnificent dreamy beautiful grandmother with the whole city."

Bai Bufan: "?"

"Where the hell is it dreamy and beautiful!!"

Listening to the story that was exactly the same but only changed at the end, Bai Bufan almost sprayed his breakfast back into his lunch box, then gave Lin Li the middle finger, patted the hot water bag on his thigh, and laughed:

"Brother was moved once. I hope the little girl in the fairy tale can also have someone give her a hot water bag. I finally wanted to be a human for once, but you made me lose so thoroughly. Lin Li, you really deserve to die."

"Alright, alright," Lin Li smiled, "Actually, there is another version of 'The Little Match Girl'. This version has a happy ending, it should satisfy your needs."

Lin Li is reliable, Baowei can climb a tree. Bai Bufan just sneered upon hearing this: "Don't believe it."

"I can tell you the ending in advance."

"You say."

"The whole town saw the little girl's grandmother."

"Isn't this exactly the same, damn it."

Lin Li: "But everyone in the town is alive, the little girl is also alive, and everyone has a smile on their face."

Looking at the smile on Lin Li's face, Bai Bufan knew that things couldn't be that simple.

But as the King of Red Stone, one must have the corresponding awareness, must taste the saltiness, so Bai Bufan continued to eat breakfast while nodding at Lin Li:

"Then you say."

Lin Li smiled slightly, then cleared his throat:

"A long, long time ago, there was a streetwalker—"

"Pfft—"

Just now he almost sprayed, this time the cult appeared too early, Bai Bufan really sprayed.

And almost sprayed onto Zhou Jiana's back.

You have to know, Zhou Jiana and Huang Yi's sitting posture in Class 4 can be considered very upright. Unlike the back-row boys who are usually hunched or slouching, most of the time they keep their backs straight, tightly pressed against the back desk.

And once this is sprayed out, the power and area will be maximized.

Bai Bufan could only be glad that he lowered his head in time.

"Cough, cough, cough!" After finally smoothing out his breath, he looked at Lin Li with his mouth twitching slightly.

I'm asking you what she is selling! Is she still selling matches! Answer me!!!

Lin Li: "What's wrong?"

Looking at the slightly ''confused'' Lin Li, Bai Bufan smiled: "Nothing, you continue."

Although he had already determined that this stone should be a bit salty, since he came, he would taste it.

Lin Li nodded and continued to tell, but the voice was very low, ensuring that only he and Bai Bufan could hear:

"She wasn't originally in this line of work, it's just that her mother passed away, her father married another wife, and that wife brought two stepdaughters, so to fit in, she also chose to be a stepdaughter."

"But because she had no experience before, she had absolutely no performance, and everyone in the family looked down on her and treated her very badly."

"Wait, wait a minute!!" Bai Bufan was stunned upon hearing this, realizing something was wrong: "Off-topic, right? Aren't you planning to tell 'The Little Girl Who Doesn't Sell Gold and Copper'? How did it become 'Cinderella'?"