Chapter 522: Who Doesn't Want to Get Into a Top-Tier University, Sigh

"I just don't like knives, I didn't want to see this tragic ending, so I deliberately didn't calculate it out, why doesn't Old Stubborn Head understand my painstaking efforts!! x is really so pitiful! I even want to write a novel called 'The Devotion of Unknown x'."

Bai Bufan covered his face, murmuring in pain and unwillingness.

"Feels like you're the type who'd cry watching a forging competition, saying 'how can this variety show have so many knives'." Lin Li sneered.

"Sigh, sadness inspires my poetic muse,"

Bai Bufan ignored Lin Li, writing a book is too hard, right now he just wants to compose a haiku, so he took a deep breath:

"Stubborn Stubborn big idiot,"

"Baka baka,"

"But not hateful."

Lin Li gave a thumbs up: "Most laugh-inducing, and baka baka? I've got gaga gaga."

Poetry inspection results are out, the poetic cause is debt.

"Compared to gaga gaga, I still prefer scallion duck with built-in seasoning,"

Bai Bufan smiled, casually tossing the test paper on his desk onto the table, slumping in his seat with a somewhat 'giving up' posture:

"Let's put Old Stubborn Head and such aside for now, tsk, how is it already finals week, so annoying."

"What's there to be annoyed about, shouldn't you be looking forward to winter break more?" Lin Li glanced at him.

Bai Bufan's family isn't the type of high-pressure household that would immediately launch into severe lecturing if grades dropped a few places; although they hope their child gets good grades, they don't view it as overly important, so the pressure from exams shouldn't be that great.

"What I'm annoyed about isn't the academic finals, there's PE class this afternoon, I'm annoyed about the PE finals."

Bai Bufan scraped his fingers across the wooden desktop, making a teeth-aching sound.

"This ah." Lin Li paused.

There is indeed such a thing, You Jun — that is the Class 4 PE teacher, last week he indeed said this week there would be a PE fitness test.

As for next week's Monday and Tuesday PE classes?

Naturally either self-study or requisitioned.

The fitness test items are nothing more than 50m, long jump, pull-ups, 1000m these few events.

"Bufan ah, hearing you say this, I'm also a bit nervous,"

Lin Li shed his previous laziness, smiled with full malice, leaned in close, whispered in Bai Bufan's ear:

"Imagine, Bai Bufan, you stand before the pull-up bar, arms trembling like dead leaves in the wind."

"You pull up with all your might, but your body doesn't budge — not a single one, heehee, not a single one~"

"Sweat slides from your forehead, drips into your eyes, the stinging burn makes you squint, but your vision still blurrily sees the surrounding girls."

"They form a circle, covering their mouths snickering, pointing: 'Oh my god, Bai Bufan's pull-ups are like my grandma's pet Wang Ze, it's 0'."

"Ding Ding ah, Jiu Jiu ah, Ying Bao ah, their mocking laughter pierces your ears like needles, your face burns red, you wish you could burrow into a crack in the ground."

"You still want to try, struggling, but arm muscles sore and weak, body swaying, finally 'thud' you fall to the ground, dust flying."

"The girls' raucous laughter explodes, drowning you like a tide — that kind of embarrassment, more fatal than failing finals……"

Bai Bufan: "?"

Lin Li paused, voice pressed even lower, carrying a viper-like chill:

"Not over yet oh, then, it's the 1000m's turn."

"Two and a half whole laps ah, Bai Bufan, at the start you can barely hold on, but just past the first lap, legs like they're filled with lead, every step on a knife's edge, second lap, breathing turns into a broken bellows' roar, lungs burning like they're on fire right?"

"Haha, now we arrive at the final half lap~ tsk, that's hell."

"A thick bloody taste surges in your throat, iron-rust fishy sweetness stuck in your throat, every breath like swallowing crushed glass."

"Vision starts to black out, the track twists before your eyes, ears hear only your own heavy panting and rumbling — thump, thump, thump, you wouldn't think that's your heartbeat right? Wrong, Bufan, that's the death knell tolling."

"The finish line is clearly right ahead, yet like a phantom forever out of reach."

"The moment you finish, you collapse on the ground, the bloody taste in your throat turns to dry heaves, whole body trembling like it's fallen apart."

"That kind of exhaustion, isn't tiredness, it's the despair of having your soul sucked dry oh……"

Bai Bufan: "(；o_o)？？!"

"I fuck!!!!"

"Lin Li you motherfucker beast!! Pure pure beast!!!" Bai Bufan completely lost it, stood up pointing at Lin Li's nose cursing, "Is this something a human would do?"

Huang Yi and Zhou Jiana, who had just returned from the bathroom to the doorway, hearing this hurried back to their seats, properly reviewing for finals.

"Lin Li, those sarcastic words just now, honestly, aerobes can't say them, anaerobes can't say them, only aerotolerant anaerobes could say them right?"

Bai Bufan furious and ferocious.

Laughed from anger, truly laughed from anger.

Lin Li took the scolding without retort, just kept smiling: "Sweating profusely now right?"

Bai Bufan: "Hateful!"

Already starting to feel tired.

Damn it, Lin Li described it with too much imagery, just like he really experienced — fuck, almost forgot Lin Li's previous constitution was the same as mine, he genuinely went through these.

How could it not be described vividly and cuttingly.

"Pull-ups are fine though, bro's thick-skinned, don't give a damn, just go up and hang there and it's done," unable to refute, and that is indeed what he's nervous about, Bai Bufan threw himself back on the desk in self-abandonment:

"Just hope today's PE class only tests the first three items, leaves the 1000m for next class, that way I can live a bit longer."

Lin Li cheerfully patted Bai Bufan's shoulder:

"According to unofficial history, Black people's strong physical quality is because historically there were many large-scale Black sports movements, Bufan, you barked about Bufan Movement for a whole semester, but basically didn't exercise a few times right?"

"Start taking action from now,"

Lin Li tried to encourage Bai Bufan:

"You must know, Bufan, although you cannot change the past, you can still screw up the future, come on! You can do it!"

Bai Bufan, all fired up and ready to go: "?"

"You motherfucker!! Why does this chicken soup taste wrong!"

Lin Li: "Oh, my chicken is a machine's chicken."

Bai Bufan: "That fucking thing is called bathwater."

……

Objectively, time does not slow down because of Bai Bufan's fear.

The afternoon arrived as promised.

Because the first period was PE, after the end-of-lunch-break bell rang, Lin Li patted Chen Yuying, who was sleeping next to him with her head on the desk: "Lunch break is over, get up and go downstairs."

As a girl participating in the sports meet, Chen Yuying's PE wasn't top-tier but at least excellent, so she wasn't nervous about the physical fitness test.

Awake, Chen Yuying stretched lazily, batted away Lin Li's mischievous fingers poking her waist while he had the chance, stood up, looked at Lin Li, and let out a small yawn: "Mhm~ I know, let's go."

Her voice still carried a bit of just-woken grogginess and languor.

Nice to listen to.

"Can you use that kind of voice to call me Big Brother?"

"No~"

"Damn it."

Lin Li, deciding to find another chance next time, went downstairs to the playground together with Chen Yuying, and on the way switched to asking: "Sleeping like that, isn't it uncomfortable?"

"Winter's fine, the school uniform is thick, lying face-down is pretty comfortable." The girl, already fully out of her sleep state, answered with a light and cheerful voice again, "And I don't nap often anyway."