The Most Random System-Chapter 558 - 317: High School Class 1-4 Gathered Together to Celebrate! _3

Chapter 558: Chapter 317: High School Class 1-4 Gathered Together to Celebrate! _3

The paper burned away, Da Qiao’s guilt disappeared, Sun Quan’s CD cooled down, and there’s an ancient saying in the Three Kingdoms: since we’re here already. So the two exchanged a glance and started a battle of wits and rivalry.

Did you catch that, Xiaolin?

"Oh my god, hahaha—"

"I thought you’d say it was a threesome, but Bai Bufan, you surpassed yourself, even more hellish than I imagined."

Lin Li laughed wildly, giving a thumbs up.

...

This week, more than just Qu Wanqiu handed in their phone; even Chen Tianming brought his.

"Bai Bufan, I don’t quite understand why you did that." During break, Lin Li looked coldly at Bai Bufan and said emotionlessly.

Bai Bufan said nothing, put the half-used exam paper in his personal locker at the back, and added a small lock.

"Bai Bufan! I need an explanation. Are you locking away just books and paper in front of the whole class, or the fundamental trust built among us classmates?"

"Look at the lockers; is there any other person’s locker that’s locked besides yours? If even books need to be guarded like they’re precious, does it imply you believe there’s someone vile in this class that needs to be locked out?"

"Bai! Bufan! You’re using physical chains to cut through the classroom community! I’ll ask one last time, Bai Bufan—whose trial and judgment is this lock signaling for?"

Lin Li was filled with righteous indignation, his face twisted in anger.

To these wise words, Bai Bufan only found them annoying and used his pinky to dig his ear. He then turned his head and smirked coldly at Lin Li:

"Why, can’t steal my exam paper and write answers on the blackboard like last time, feeling desperate?"

Lin Li looked away.

Hee hee, you found out.

"Indeed, the dog that barks the loudest when you throw a brick into its kennel is the one that got hit." Bai Bufan continued to smirk coldly.

Lin Li thought for a moment and said: "Bufan, that’s not right. Some people are just allergic to bricks and won’t bark."

"What do you mean by ’allergic to bricks’?" Bai Bufan was puzzled and didn’t get it.

"Last time on the balcony, I accidentally dropped a brick, and it hit someone allergic to bricks, who then fainted and stopped talking. Honestly, the allergy was so severe that it should’ve been mentioned earlier," Lin Li said regretfully.

Bai Bufan: "(;☉_☉)?"

So many points to refute; Bai Bufan was momentarily speechless.

"You call that ’allergic to bricks’? Anyone would be ’allergic’ to that!" Bai Bufan then questioned.

Lin Li shrugged and stood up.

The morning lessons all discussed exam papers, and it seemed he’d performed steadily in the midterms.

Chinese is unpredictable, can’t make conclusions before the results are out, but for other subjects, he didn’t lose many marks.

As long as nothing unexpected happens in the remaining subjects, Lin Li believed his score should securely place him in the top ten of the grade, achieving his goal.

As for being top in individual subjects, scoring 150 in math was satisfying enough, unsure if it was because no one else in the grade got 150 or if the system considered ties as first place.

As long as it’s completed.

After stretching, since Bai Bufan didn’t allow paper stealing, Lin Li headed over to Zhou Baowei to see what he was up to.

Even though it was break time, Zhou Baowei was still lying on his desk, drawing with a red pen on his answer sheet.

Upon closer look, Zhou Baowei was outlining every "-4", "-2" mark given by the teacher.

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

Zhou Baowei responded, pointing to another answer sheet that hadn’t been outlined yet: "This is the original batch; I don’t want to be an original batch."

"So I outlined all the teacher’s corrections to make it darker, so it’s no longer ’original batch’ but ’darkened batch.’" Pointing to the now bolder answer sheet, Zhou Baowei added another line.

Lin Li, Bai Bufan: "(;゜○゜)?"

Indeed.

Lin Li thought for a moment, grabbed a half-used eraser from his desk (or accurately, an embarrassment where half was used), and rubbed it on the answer sheet with enough force that it crumpled the paper:

"Great, now I’m not an original batch either, but I’m not happy being a ’darkened batch,’ I’m a ’crumpled batch.’

Sluuuurp, the thought of Saturday’s beautiful feet is vivid, long live beautiful feet.

Of course, to re-emphasize, Lin Li is not a leg fetishist.

Then Lin Li and Zhou Baowei looked towards their respective deskmates—Bai Bufan and Qin Zeyu.

It’s your turn to perform; they realized this too.

"I’m a ’masturbating batch.’" Bai Bufan answered.

"I’m a ’fired batch.’" Qin Zeyu responded as well.

The two exchanged a glance and stood up simultaneously.

"I’m going outside to borrow a lighter." Qin Zeyu heading out.

"I’ll masturbate right here." Bai Bufan dropped his pants.

"There’s no need to burn the exam paper—" Lin Li and Zhou Baowei quickly stopped ’fired batch’ Qin Zeyu.

’Masturbating batch’ Bai Bufan, who had just undone his belt, fell silent.

Because nobody stopped him.

In fact, now including Qin Zeyu, all three were looking at him, the trio in silent contemplation, speechless.

"...Nobody’s stopping me?" Bai Bufan weakly said.

"Well go ahead, I just want to see what ’masturbating batch’ is," Lin Li raised his chin, his tone calm.

Zhou Baowei and Qin Zeyu nodded as well.

Bai Bufan: "..."

Beasts, bloody beasts.

Was this how uncomfortable Lin Li felt when he was dragged to throw darts yesterday?

Feeling empathetic, Bai Bufan couldn’t help but acknowledge—Lin Li, you deserved it, you should have been treated like this long ago.

"What new mischief are you up to?" Wang Ze, at this moment, came from the front row to the back and curiously asked upon seeing the scene.

"We’re..." Bai Bufan, now rescued, stepped forward to tell Wang Ze the ins and outs.

"This is your stage, Wang Ze, perform." After the introduction, Bai Bufan looked expectantly at Wang Ze.

Wang Ze was the title holder of "Check Critic," the only legend in Xiling high school, existing on the confession wall for three minutes as the ghostly underhanded king.

Wang Ze naturally wouldn’t check the exam corrections, playing into these B’s hands, but he had tricks up his sleeve.

He went to Lin Li’s desk with the answer sheet under everyone’s gaze and threw it onto the grass on the first-floor lawn.

—"This is ’grass batch!’"

"ohohoh!!! As expected of Wang Ze, truly underhanded!" BaiBufan and Zhou Baowei were very satisfied with this outcome, giving Wang Ze high-fives and cheering him on like hypemen.

While high-fiving, Wang Ze suddenly felt his breathing become labored.

Looking back, oh, it turns out Lin Li was strangling him, planning to choke him to death. Scared him for a moment—Wang Ze thought he was chewing betel nuts or something.

"Wh-what’s up with you, Lin Li." Wang Ze struggled to ask.

"Using my exam paper for ’grass batch,’ you think someone like me, a pure love warrior, can accept cow-headed behavior like this?" Lin Li’s smile and voice were both sinister.

Lin Li▄︻┻┳═一Wang Ze.

Lin Li corrected Wang Ze’s answer, turning Wang Ze into ’killer batch.’

"Bufan." Just as Wang Ze picked up the answer sheet and returned it, the bell for the next lesson rang, and Lin Li turned to Bai Bufan.

"Go ahead." Bai Bufan turned back.

Pointing towards the small lock on the locker behind, Lin Li calmly said:

"Where did you buy that lock, I’ve been considering getting one too."

Bai Bufan smiled, threw a boomerang—

"Lin Li, earlier forgotten, later forgotten, but in between I remember one line—

When you lock your locker in front of the whole class, is it the books and papers you want to lock up, or the fundamental trust established among us classmates?"

"Red Stone Red Stone! There is no trust in this class!"

"Ah, look, you’re anxious again."