The Most Random System-Chapter 669 - 352: The Unbreakable Friendship of the Three of Us (Part 3)

The shampoo brand name isn't clear—because it's covered by a photo of Adolf Shampoo.

There's indeed a brand called Adolf shampoo in the country, but Zhang Haoyang just stuck a photo on it and forced the association.

"Haven't you heard the old joke about hanging Lao Da instead of Conan? It's the same thing here, just enchanting the shampoo," Zhang Haoyang was focused on his phone and replied calmly.

Sigh, back when this gag first started, Kobe was still around. It feels like everything has changed now.

Of course, there are examples where things have stayed the same too.

For instance, when I was a kid, the most famous athletes in each sport were: table tennis - Ma Long, billiards - O'Sullivan, tennis - Djokovic, basketball - Kobe.

Now grown up, the most famous athletes in each sport are still: table tennis - Ma Long, billiards - O'Sullivan, tennis - Djokovic, basketball - Kobe.

Kobe is a fascinating figure simultaneously embodying both change and consistency.

"Alright, let's test its oil-removing effects." Lin Li took it and walked towards the balcony.

"But Lin Li, are you sure you want to use it? I added sea salt to your shampoo, which might be like rubbing salt on the wound for someone with your mental state. Sounds dangerous... how about using Bangjie's?

Sir, I can lead the way, this way, the green bottle on the sink is Bangjie's."

Zhang Haoyang was still trying to salvage his shampoo.

But Lin Li stayed silent, just pressing the pump.

Without a thorough wash, Lin Li dried his hair downstairs and went to the classroom.

In the classroom, there were only a few scattered people, mostly quiet boys and girls.

There were still some water stains on the floor, and no one in the back row.

Putting the keys back in Wang Ze's drawer, Lin Li returned to his seat, opened the window, and listened to the broadcaster's random chatter in the breeze.

"Wow, XX, don't you feel..."

"Hey? It's true, speaking of which..."

On the broadcast, a classic announcing voice reading a script exchanged.

"Lin Li, you're here." Zhou Baowei, holding a cup, appeared from the back door, greeted Lin Li, and returned to his seat.

It seems Zhou Baowei returned to the classroom earlier than he did, just went to get water.

Yawning first, Zhou Baowei turned and asked Lin Li: "Are you hungry?"

"Hungry? I just ate, how can I be hungry?" Lin Li asked, surprised.

"Then I'm relieved." Zhou Baowei took out a pack of five-spice quail eggs from his drawer, tore it open, and started eating.

Lin Li: "..."

"I'm hungry," Lin Li changed his statement and stood up.

"Slurp slurp slurp!!" Zhou Baowei instantly stuck out his tongue and licked all the quail eggs as if afraid Lin Li would really eat them; Baowei started humming.

Lin Li: "..."

"I'm not hungry anymore." Lin Li sat down.

Lin Li only wanted to eat Chen Yu Ying's cooking.

When will the class president learn to be as shameless as Baowei?

"Baowei, if you keep guarding your food like this, we're going to have to send Pan Hong your way. Otherwise, the first pig to die for the New Year will be you." Lin Li said disdainfully.

How's that saying go? One can feel lonely eating alone, but not when eating in solitude.

Zhou Baowei felt no shame, even proud, though while continuing to eat, he grumbled: "Lin Li, I'm telling you, it's suspicious. I suspect the hygiene inspector has yin-yang eyes; otherwise, how could they always spot what's dirty?"

"The inspection already came?" Lin Li curiously asked upon hearing that.

"Just a few minutes ago, and they probably deducted some points. F*ck, they even checked every window slot carefully and ran their fingers over the dust."

Zhou Baowei nodded, with a tone of disdain and contempt:

"And they were really stuck-up about it, likely someone from the student council in sophomore year, thinking a feather is a murder weapon."

Nansang's student council isn't much use, mostly focusing on eye exercises and daily inspections.

But some still regard it as a minor official position to flaunt.

The main reason is that we're freshmen; if it were juniors or seniors, they'd probably be timid when inspecting us.

"You just watched him deduct points? Didn't do anything?" Lin Li asked, frustrated at his inaction.

"I did do something!" Zhou Baowei immediately retorted.

"Oh? You? What did you do?"

Lin Li was the one questioning Baowei's lack of action, only to be equally surprised when Baowei claimed he did something.

Zhou Baowei patted his own butt: "I sat on a chair."

Lin Li: "..."

You f*cker.

"I even sat on two. My butt can fit two chairs at once, impressive, right?" Zhou Baowei shifted his large rear and proudly sat on two chairs.

"Damn, you idiot!" Lin Li chuckled, flipped him off, and looked contemptuously: "It's really unlucky for Class 4 to have someone like you with zero sense of class honor."

"What else was I supposed to do?" Zhou Baowei felt wronged.

Lin Li shrugged: "As the saying goes, 'out of sight, out of mind.' Couldn't you just gouge out the inspector's eyes?"

"When will you and Bai Bufan let my 'time' go?" Zhou Baowei popped a quail egg into his mouth and responded with a middle finger, "If I end up in prison, you two will definitely be charged with conspiracy, no escape."

"Bufan, why aren't you coming in?" Speak of Cao Cao and Cao Cao arrives, Qin Zeyu's voice came from the back door.

Lin Li and Zhou Baowei turned to see Qin Zeyu who had already walked in and Bai Bufan still at the door.

Bai Bufan looked slightly confused, holding the doorframe, peering cautiously and nervously into the classroom.