The Most Random System-Chapter 737 - 373: Love Is Not Invincible and Cannot Overcome All Obstacles (3)

Damn it.

"Because I'm a little foodie, please, I want to eat." Zhou Baowei, thick-skinned (physically), just smiled and continued to plead.

"What do you mean you want to eat?" Lin Li didn't understand, so he frowned and asked.

"The school cafeteria's second floor has launched a new stone pot bibimbap this week, I've heard it's delicious, and Bao Wei wants to try it.

But that thing is on trial sale, there's not much available daily, and others want it too. You know Bao Wei's speed, he can't compete, so he's planning to ask you to help."

Wang Ze, who was playfully scuffling with step-brother Haoyang, turned back to answer for Zhou Baowei at this point.

"Yeah, that's it, bro, I'm begging you, I really want to eat it, I'm counting on this meal to keep me alive this week."

Lin Li found it funny and gave a middle finger:

"Relying on me for breakfast was enough, now you want me for lunch too? Why don't you ask Wang Ze, this guy, to help? Isn't he a sports student, meant to be useful in times like this?"

"Most respectful to sports students in Class 4." Zhang Haoyang gave a thumbs-up.

"Wang Ze goes to the sophomore building right after every class these days, no time to help me grab food."

Zhou Baowei answered sarcastically, then looked disdainfully at Wang Ze and continued the attack:

"They're together every day. I bet in a few weeks, these two will be sick of each other. In the end, Senior Sister Qian gets nothing good, and Wang Ze dies a horrible death."

"Damn, do I directly die horribly?"

Wang Ze stopped messing with his step-brother to playfully choke Zhou Baowei, jokingly scolding:

"Bao Wei! You know nothing! Not tired of each other at all, I'm happy every day, wish we could stick together all the time.

I tell you, that whole seven-year itch thing is just not enough love. As long as there is love, it won't happen no matter how many years."

Bai Bufan, who was eating breakfast, looked up at these words, scornfully and disdainfully glancing at Wang Ze:

"You say that because you haven't experienced it yet, standing there acting knowledgeable."

Ever since getting a girlfriend, being the target of frequent jabs was normal for Wang Ze, so he was used to it, just a case of envy, so he just grabbed another neck to tease:

"Damn it, Bufan, stop pretending you're an expert."

"I do know."

With Wang Ze's hand swinging back and forth, Bai Bufan confidently responded.

"What do you know, you freaking peony," Wang Ze sneered.

"I really get it," Bai Bufan pulled Wang Ze's hand away, his expression serious: "Forget seven years, I'll tell you, there's an itch after just seven months, so honestly Zhang Haoyang, your time left isn't much."

"This is a real case, lessons learned in blood and tears."

"You're saying there's a case?" Wang Ze asked in surprise.

"Yeah, my personal experience. My home's fleshlight, my Ponyo, only lasted seven months. At first, we were inseparable, but now after each use, I get unbelievably itchy.

It's not even a matter of love; I swear, I still love it, like it a lot, but it doesn't help, I'm still itchy!

Wang Ze, can you show me how to use love to stop this itch?

If seven months aren't enough, until seven years? Imagine how I feel now; if I keep using it, everything might just fall apart eventually..."

Bai Bufan spoke with sincerity and regret, mockingly taunting Wang Ze's boastfulness.

Wang Ze: "(;☉_☉)?"

"What the hell kind of seven-year itch is this!"

As he regained his senses, Wang Ze was laughing so hard he was nearly kneeling on the ground, pounding Bai Bufan's butt through the gap of the chair.

"It starts itching after just seven months, maybe the quality is too poor. Did you, like me, buy it from some Pinduoduo cheap bargain for 4.9 yuan?" Lin Li questioned.

"No complaints about the second brother, it was definitely the 399 yuan Spring Breeze Elf!" Bai Bufan shook his head, denying it, and then seemed a bit crestfallen: "Although I hate to admit it... maybe... my second brother is just too weak..."

Lin Li: "Did you never wash it?"

Bai Bufan was momentarily stunned: "Damn? It needs to be washed?"

"..."

"..."

"The fact you only started itching after seven months, Bufan, makes your second brother invincible, no joke." Lin Li gave a thumbs-up.

"Hahaha—"

"Hahaha—"

The guys at the back burst into laughter.

Not just the guys, even Huang Yi and Zhou Jiana, who had trained their ears to pick up everything Lin Li and Bai Bufan said, were laughing secretly.

The two exchanged a glance, nodded.

This spot is irreplaceable!

Move to the front row, and you'd miss all these divine conversations.

So, even at the request of the class monitor, they refuse.

Of course, friends often sacrificing offerings to the Evil God know, listening to the Evil God's whispers too often brings a price, causing irreversible bodily changes.

Nowadays, when chatting with classmates or friends, Huang Yi and Zhou Jiana might blurt out some "Lin-speak, Bai-language" without realizing it.

It's only after someone points it out that they realize, oh, this isn't quite human language.

Tough trade-offs.

The only thing Huang Yi and Zhou Jiana can do is avoid actively engaging with these two Evil Gods to slow their corruption rate.

Currently, they pass their homework without even turning their heads.

——The four sat as front and back desk mates for a long time, but outwardly, they were really not familiar.

"So Father Lin, Brother Lin, Lin Li, help me buy the stone pot bibimbap, please—otherwise I'll meow again—" After laughing, Zhou Baowei resumed his earnest plea.

Lin Li sighed; the pigs you raise, you eventually have to indulge, because during the New Year, you'll take back everything you've provided.

"Alright, alright, I'll buy it."

So Lin Li nodded confidently:

"Just grabbing food, nothing more than having hands."

...

#Bai Bufan feeds plantists with vegetative humans#

#Bai Bufan tricks cosplayers into cosplaying as speed bumps#

#Bai Bufan sprinkles itching powder on armless Lin Li's back#

Would Bai Bufan be that bad? Lin Li doesn't know, but he does know he's becoming armless Lin Li.

The problem wasn't his fault.

On stage.

"Semi-conservative replication, this is the core of the core, remember this experiment — Meselson and Starr using nitrogen isotopes mark..."

——It was the last class of the morning, but the biology teacher extended the class.

Everyone was as happy listening to the teacher's college stories earlier as they were sad now.

Lin Li's gaze wandered outside the classroom to students from Class 5 or 6 who had already dismissed, walking briskly down the corridor toward the stairs.

As for Zhou Baowei, his face showed the despair of a soul being drained.

"My stone pot bibimbap... my stone pot bibimbap... gone... I can never smile again..." Zhou Baowei muttered.

"Alright, let's go over this one last point..." but the biology teacher seemed to have more to say, wanting to cover another point.

"Dear teacher, darling, please stop, you've been over time for over an hour now." To protect his arms, Lin Li raised his voice a bit.

The biology teacher paused, reflexively looking at his watch, confused: "Has it only been two minutes?"

"Teacher, when you overrun by two minutes, for 40 students in class, we collectively lose 80 minutes, isn't that like two classes?" Lin Li retorted with composed disrespect.

"Eh?" the biology teacher was briefly stunned, instantly husky-pointing.

You brat! Rebel against Celestial Gang!