Chapter 344 : If Only Nangong Wenya Actually Existed in Reality

The Dutch physicist Christiaan Huygens said: Light is a wave.

The ‍​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‍British physicist Isaac Newton said: Light is a particle.

The ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍Chinese circus artist Wang Yuezhi said: Lightly existing makes me feel so tired.

Wahhhh, ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍I want to screw the horse of this world to death TAT—

"I'm ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍fine, thank you. You don't need to worry about me..." Wang Yuezhi said to the kind girl on the first floor.

"Are ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍you really okay..." The girl was somewhat skeptical.

She ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍actually couldn't quite wrap her head around how exactly one could trip and fall in a way that left a slap mark on their face.

Lin Li didn't sprinkle cumin on Wang Yuezhi's wounds. After calling Zhuo Yongfei down and ensuring that he was mostly fine, he left directly.

Upon returning home, Lin Li continued to work hard for his tasks.

"Ahhhh, I don't want a spicy girl anymore, I want a sweet girl—"

The heavily gasping Lin Li looked at the progress of "Fire," which was nearing completion, and let out a relieved tear.

After calming down a bit, Lin Li bought some cement, sand, and a few tools online.

If civil engineering counted as "Earth," Lin Li planned to repair the residential area himself.

His old neighborhood had no property management, and the pavement had long been riddled with potholes from years of neglect.

The reason for doing this was that he dismissed from school at 9:50 PM every day. Even if he went to a construction site and told the foreman he just wanted to experience life for free, a suitable night shift would be hard to find. To complete "Earth," it was better to just do it in his own neighborhood.

Not only was the schedule completely flexible, but it would also genuinely benefit both himself and others.

After purchasing everything he needed, Lin Li spent the remaining time of the night continuing his daily cultivation, striving to build his foundation as soon as possible.

Once midnight struck, it was Monday, and the system updated.

The system was still squeezing out updates like toothpaste, showing nothing substantial. Lin Li had long gotten used to it; the important part was the reset of the free refresh attempt.

Without any hesitation, Lin Li refreshed the item slot for the "Remote Cockpit," which he had already purchased once.

[You have refreshed: "Grand Creation Pill" — 300 System Currency (Daily Limit: 1). Would you like to replace the current item?]

[Grand Creation Pill: Upon consumption, depending on the degree of medicinal absorption, it will cleanse the marrow and alter the tendons, stabilize the foundation, widen the meridians, and temper the spiritual consciousness. The effects will drastically diminish upon a second or subsequent consumption.]

Whether it was the name, the effect, or the price, it looked like a highly formidable item. Therefore, Lin Li unhesitatingly replaced the cockpit and instantly exchanged for one.

It cost 300 System Currency—the original price—as he didn't use the "Half-Price Item Purchase Opportunity" item in his hands.

Saving only 150 System Currency was still too little. Lin Li hoped to save a massive chunk like he did with the mecha, so he decided to be a bit greedy.

Materialize.

A short, plump porcelain bottle appeared in Lin Li's palm. The moment it manifested, a refreshing fragrance filled the air, making Lin Li feel so comfortable he almost let out an indecent groan.

He opened it to take a look. It wasn't small—a pill a full half-palm wide, with spiritual charm and white mist swirling inside the porcelain bottle.

With just a glance, Lin Li stored it back into the [Storage].

He wasn't in a hurry to consume it. He would ask Daoist Shanqing when he went to the cultivation world in the middle of the week; that was the safest way to handle it.

This "Grand Creation Pill" was clearly not low-grade stuff. Who knew if he could digest the medicinal power? As the grand King of Eating Crap, he might end up becoming the King of Eating Death if he consumed it carelessly.

It wasn't worth it.

The next day, Monday.

Lin Li felt that the [Fruit of Perseverance] truly enhanced his sleeping efficiency.

He still woke up at 4:00 AM, but he felt even more refreshed. However, the timeframe was too short right now, so it might just be a psychological effect; he needed more time to verify it.

Lin Li leisurely rode his bicycle toward the school.

Along the way, he could see sanitation workers snatching Uncle Yang's livelihood—sweeping pornography.

Autumn was truly bleak. Summer was too hot and winter was too cold, so Lin Li felt that his recent restlessness was completely understandable.

The only benefit of autumn was that all men would become Ultraman, because of Autumn Man—a clever English wordplay where "Autumn Man" sounds close to Ultraman, making one chuckle.

Of course, if you had a heavy accent and pronounced it "out man," then child, that wasn't funny. "What can I say, a can of soup."

He arrived at school.

"According to unofficial history, the reason Guan Yu's combat power was so high was because he could invite a deity to possess him."

The moment he arrived, he caught up to Bai Bufan's Romance of the Three Kingdoms unofficial history session.

"If you guys watch a lot of TV dramas, you should know who mobs and martial artists worship when they become sworn brothers of different surnames, right? Exactly, the Holy Emperor Lord Guan! They hope they can be like Guan Yu, loyal and righteous to each other. And during the Oath of the Peach Garden, Liu, Guan, and Zhang were also starting out in the martial world, so they naturally let the Holy Emperor Lord Guan witness their entire brotherhood oath."

"Holy crap, that seems to be true. I remember that's also the case in official history."

Thinking about it deeply brought a chill down his spine; Wang Ze covered his mouth.

"Right?" Having an unofficial history recognized by official history for once made Bai Bufan a bit smug. He nodded and continued, "And it was precisely because Guan Yu discovered he could literally invite the Holy Emperor Lord Guan to possess him at any time that he was able to cross five passes, slay six generals, and ride a thousand miles alone!"

"I also heard that the Holy Emperor Lord Guan thoroughly spoiled Guan Yu. No matter what Guan Yu wanted to do, whenever he requested permission from the Holy Emperor Lord Guan, the Holy Emperor Lord Guan would approve, saying that what Guan Yu thought was exactly what He thought, and that he should just do it. He had zero opinions of His own and would only comply."

"So that's how it was! Holy crap! I actually thought Guan Yu's strength was entirely from his own hard work and sweat. Turns out he was just cheating by inviting a god! Boo—"

"Damn it, who has Guan Yu's TikTok account?"

"This makes the Holy Emperor Lord Guan the real MVP, and Guan Yu is just a carried scrub."

Hearing this, Wang Ze and the others expressed their indignation one after another, beginning to cyberbully Guan Yu.

"There's no need to look down on him," Bai Bufan quickly called a halt upon hearing this, playing the twist card to say some good words: "In reality, Guan Yu is the truest Three Kingdoms person in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. He was remarkably honest."

"Oh? How so?" Lin Li, who had already given the girl her breakfast, walked over to play the straight man.

Bai Bufan spoke calmly, "Because his body was in Wu, his head was in Wei, and his heart was in Shu."

"Oh—logical." Lin Li nodded calmly.

Then, the two of them tacitly looked toward all the boys in the back row, scanning them sternly: "Let me represent the Holy Emperor Lord Guan to see who is laughing."

The crowd: "?"

They originally could have held back their laughter, but who the hell could resist that!

"Holy crap!! Wasn't this an unofficial history session? How did it seamlessly transition into a dark joke? Bai Bufan, return my merits! I'll have to kowtow a few times in front of Guan Yu's statue in the future to atone for my sins!!"

Wang Ze and the others instantly lost it.

In a single sentence, the boys in the back row of Class Four were stripped of their right to join society.

After getting their breakfast, the boys returned to their respective seats to dig in.

"Lin Li, let me test you. Which one is more expensive, a chicken or a cow?" Even though Bai Bufan's mouth was already busy eating breakfast, he still asked Lin Li indistinctly.

His secret New Orleans chicken bun had sold out, so it was replaced by Lin Li with an onion curry beef bun.

—Nowadays, anything could be stuffed into a bun; no filling was surprising.

"Chicken," Lin Li answered instantly.

"Why?"

"Because you're the one asking. I don't understand the question, but I understand you." Lin Li smiled gently.

Although Bai Bufan was very moved, he still shook his head, unwilling to let emotions dictate the outcome: "Word problems only give points for the steps now, not just the final answer. Lin Li, let me remind you: nine cows, one hair—a cow is one-ninth of a hair. How many hairs is a chicken?"

Lin Li: "...Eighty hairs?"

"So smart! As expected of the first in the grade, you get it instantly!" Bai Bufan gave a thumbs up. "So, Lin Li, you replaced my bun with a cheaper one without my permission. Don't you owe me money?"

"Dumbass," Lin Li was concise.

After morning self-study came the class meeting period.

Xue Jian didn't bring his lesson plans this time. It looked like it hadn't been swapped for math, but was a real class meeting.

"For the class meeting, I want to talk to everyone about a few things." Sure enough, after sitting down, Xue Jian spoke to the class.

"First, everyone should have found out from your parents last weekend. Next Friday, our school's senior one division will hold parent-teacher meetings for every class."

"The content will mainly revolve around stream splitting, upcoming teaching plans, and everyone's performance during this period."

"The school is also expected to prepare some segments requiring student participation, but it hasn't been finalized yet. Once it is, I will notify everyone again..."

"Holy crap, there's actually such a thing? Then it feels like I have to go home this Friday."

Bai Bufan had stayed at school last weekend and was unaware. Hearing about it now, he rubbed his chin, a conflicted expression on his face.

"Shouldn't you stay at school even more this week? Anyway, your family is definitely coming to pick you up next week, so you can just follow them back then." Lin Li glanced over upon hearing this.

"Incorrect. Generally speaking, after a parent-teacher meeting concludes, I am unsuitable to return home for a very long period of time. This is a truth I realized ever since kindergarten." Bai Bufan shook his head.

He realized it ever since kindergarten?

Lin Li shook his head, feeling pity for Father and Mother Bai for raising such a son.

Were there parents more miserable than Father and Mother Bai in this world?

No, brother, there weren't.

"If I don't go home this week, by the time the next suitable opportunity for me to return home appears and I go back, I'll probably be greeting a biological younger brother." Bai Bufan continued.

"A biological younger brother?" Lin Li was somewhat shocked. "Do you need to practice yoga during this time? No, wait? How flexible do you have to be to greet him like that?"

Lin Li lowered his head to try it himself, finding it rather difficult.

Bai Bufan: "(；☉_☉)?"

Your mom.

"Are you an idiot? Who told you to greet him like that?" Bai Bufan laughed and cursed.

Then, he also lowered his head to try it himself.

Holy crap, it really was hard!

It could only be said that it was fortunate these two were sitting in the very back row.

Zhou Baowei, the only one in the classroom who noticed this sickening and preposterous sight, had a complex expression in his eyes. This was no longer an ordinary mental illness; strong measures had to be taken.

Then, Zhou Baowei also bent down to try it—damn it, he couldn't reach either.

Bai Bufan lifted his head, looking toward Lin Li: "Lin Li, I have a plan. I'll greet yours, you greet—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Bai Bufan was interrupted by a vicious slap from Lin Li: "Wang Ze! Leave Bai Bufan's body! Get back to your own body, it's class time right now!"

"Heh—"

"Rustle rustle rustle—" Almost everyone in the class turned their heads, so Lin Li and Bai Bufan immediately sat up straight, their expressions completely stiffening.

Then, the alarm was cleared.

Because everyone wasn't looking at them, but at the blackboard in the back.

"There is no set theme for the blackboard newspaper this time. You can decide on your own, as long as it looks good," Xue Jian's voice continued to echo. When he spoke up to this point, his gaze locked onto Lin Li and Bai Bufan—the only two who hadn't turned around—and emphasized: "But! It must align with correct values and orientation. Pornography, gambling, and drugs are strictly prohibited! Strictly!"

Lin Li and Bai Bufan remained silent, merely turning around along with everyone else.

It looked like the parent-teacher meeting topic had concluded.

"The same goes for the area outside the classroom. The drawings from the previous batch have faded quite a bit, so everyone can coat over them and repaint them this time."

"The drawings on the walls will be seen by passing students, teachers, and parents, so you must pay even more attention to values and orientation! Understood!"

To be honest, after teaching for decades, this was the first time Xue Jian had encountered a situation where he needed to emphasize values and orientation in this kind of activity.

But there was no helping it.

This was Class Four.

As long as Lin Li and Bai Bufan were around, Xue Jian was truly worried that if those two incited the class slightly, over half of the students would pass their preposterous ideas.

"For the blackboard newspaper and wall paintings, the school will send teachers to grade them next Wednesday and Thursday, selecting a few of the most outstanding classes to grant some small rewards. However, this kind of honor isn't very important; the main thing is for everyone to participate and just do your best."

"This matter will still be managed by Yongfei, Yu Yu, and Yuying. If any other classmates have ideas or are good at drawing, you can volunteer to them. If there are any materials or tools needed, just purchase them using the class funds."

Lin Li looked at the blackboard on the back wall of the classroom. The drawings currently on it should have been left behind by the senior three students—the former senior two owners of this classroom.

Different from Lin Li's junior high blackboard newspapers, the blackboard in the back was painted with pigments that a blackboard eraser couldn't wipe away, and it was a pure drawing without any text.

As for the wall paintings Xue Jian mentioned, it referred to the walls on the corridor side of the classroom—the upper section of the wall without tiles between windows, and between windows and doors.

When they entered the school, they had noticed that the outside of every class in senior one and senior two had different drawing content.

It could be considered one of Nansang High School's fixed activities.

The previous Senior Two Class Four seemed to have an ocean theme. The drawing was actually decent, but over time, it had faded and looked old.

"Looks like it's time for me to take action." Bai Bufan let out a long sigh, straightening his collar with a wicked smile.

"Won't it be too tiring for you to wipe it alone?" Lin Li asked out of concern. "Bufan, this aged pigment is very hard to wipe away; you have to use a lot of force."

"Your mom! Lin Li! My taking action means I'm going to draw! Not wipe!" Bai Bufan instantly broke character.

"You don't know jack about drawing, Bai Bufan. You think I haven't seen you draw? Right now, when you draw a sun, you still draw a quarter-arc in the top left corner of an A4 paper and then flick a few lines." Lin Li said disdainfully.

"That's just slander. When I was young, my family specifically took me to learn drawing for a period of time to cultivate my hobbies. I even made some pocket money online through drawing." Bai Bufan got a bit anxious.

"How much did you make?" Lin Li looked at Bai Bufan suspiciously.

"Not much, 800."

"How did you make it?"

"Sold my digital graphics tablet second-hand on Xianyu. 'Used by a female primary school student, basically brand new.' I don't know if the buyer was a pervert."

A relieved smile appeared on Lin Li's face.

It was exactly as expected, yet different.

He had thought Bai Bufan had drawn something too ugly for someone else, got beaten up, and paid 800 in compensation. After all, Bai Bufan said it was when he was young, and even if a Nansang local dog's lineage was perfectly pure, eight hundred was enough to compensate, and the numbers matched up perfectly.

"But I do know a bit. If the organization needs me and is willing to hire me with class funds, I'm willing to dedicate myself to the organization." Perhaps to prove himself, Bai Bufan let his pen fly across a blank piece of paper.

Then, he displayed it to Zhou Baowei beside him.

Zhou Baowei squinted to take a look, raising his brows: "Good-looking, what about it?"

提着心气的 Bai Bufan looked smugly toward Lin Li.

Lin Li took the paper over.

Holy crap, it really was good-looking.

—Dammit, the words "good-looking" were written on it, looking like a dog's crawl.

Lin Li: "Bufan, do you think that for deaf-mute people, handwriting counts as an accent?"

Bai Bufan: "?"

"As for the removal of the old drawings, that's also the third matter to talk about—after the second period tomorrow afternoon, the school will organize a grand cleaning for our senior one division. When the time comes, we can just wipe the blackboard depending on the situation. For the outside wall, we can also apply a layer of white paint first."

"The school will inspect the grand cleaning results before evening self-study tomorrow. If it's not cleaned properly, we'll still face criticism, so everyone be more serious tomorrow afternoon..."

Lin Li felt that the parents still held quite a lot of weight.

Whether it was the board drawing or the grand cleaning, it all seemed like it was preparing to welcome the parent-teacher meeting.

Presumably, the fountain at the school gate would also be turned on when the time came.

He really envied the school fountain; it worked at most ten days a year.

"Then there is one last thing," after handing the grand cleaning matter over to the health monitor Zhou Jiana and the Class Monitor to co-manage, Xue Jian sat up straight, looking around left and right, and inquired: "You've been sitting in these positions for half a semester since the start of school. Would you like to take the opportunity during the grand cleaning to change seats?"

"If we change, do you want to simply shift by groups, or reshape the entire layout from scratch?"

The classroom instantly grew noisy upon hearing this.

"No need to change, right? It's pretty good right now, we've sat here for so long..."

"Let's shift by groups. When the curtains of the fourth group are drawn, there's a reflection..."

"Change! It must be changed! No matter which position, it's bound to be better than my current one!" The one shouting the loudest like a dog was still Wang Ze beside Xue Jian.

"..."

Lin Li and Bai Bufan also looked at each other.

An Zhen fell in love with An Qiang~

"Hiss—holy crap." Bai Bufan shuddered.

Damn it, every time he locked eyes with Lin Li in this kind of atmosphere, it felt like being electrocuted. Holy crap, could he really have been secularized into a homosexual by Wang Ze?

Bai Bufan clicked his tongue: "We won't actually change, right? I feel like if we change seats, the two of us won't really be able to sit together anymore."

Lin Li nodded: "I can't bear to part with you either, Fanfan."

Mainly, it was impossible for Chen Yuying to come sit in the very back row, so the most suitable deskmate for him really was Bai Bufan.

"..."

"Since the majority of classmates don't want to change, we'll keep these seats then." After extracting useful information from the clamor, Xue Jian spoke.

People were creatures of habit. Driven by no particularly massive disadvantages, the majority still preferred to maintain the status quo.

Moreover, having finally established an unholy and improper relationship with their respective group leaders to fish in troubled waters during the morning readings of Chinese and English recitations, wouldn't a seat change completely ruin it all?

But Xue Jian didn't completely block the hopes of those classmates who wanted to change seats either: "Classmates who want to change seats, Zeng Yifan, I heard your requests just now. Come find me privately later to talk about it. If there's a legitimate reason, the teacher will try his best to help you switch positions, alright?"

Xue Jian's gaze swept toward the corner where Lin Li, who wasn't listening at all right now, was giggling along with Bai Bufan, and he let out a sigh.

To be honest, Xue Jian truly didn't harbor any intention of breaking the two apart.

Because given the relationship of those few in the back row, no matter who Lin Li sat next to, Xue Jian felt the only possible outcome would be Class Four gaining a second Bai Bufan—nothing more.

And given Lin Li's height, he could only sit in the very back row.

Well, not exactly.

The guardian seat right beside him was currently occupied by Wang Ze, who was still continuously barking like a dog about wanting to change seats.

But...

Letting Lin Li sit here?

Wouldn't that be too much torture for the subject teachers?

He was the class advisor, so he couldn't run.

But the teachers of other subjects weren't necessarily bound.

What if Class Four ended up with no teachers willing to teach them when the time came?

Moreover, if Lin Li sat in the guardian seat, he would be very close to the girls in the first row. Xue Jian had never seen the bashfulness that a teenage boy should have toward the opposite sex on the current Lin Li. He was deeply worried about a female Bai Bufan appearing in the class.

Sigh.

This was Lin Li.

An un-purifiable source of pollution.

And since Bai Bufan was already beyond saving anyway, it was better to let Lin Li continue polluting him.

To be honest, Xue Jian felt that the most suitable position for Lin Li wasn't even the trash can of Class Four, but Senior One Class One, Class Two, Class Three, Class Six, Class Seven... Class Twenty.

Those eighteen classes were the most suitable for Lin Li.

As for why Lin Li wasn't suitable for Class Five either.

Dammit, he taught Class Five's math too.

(End of Chapter)