The Most Random System-Chapter 439 - 281: They embarked on the path of breaking the law and committing crimes, Lin Li decided to uphold justice over family loyalty.
The lunch break bell rang, and the clever Ying Bao, who knew how to take on challenging questions, straightened up, gently shook her head to let her hair escape from Lin Li’s fingers, then raised her hands and stretched lazily.
Even with slight adjustments, the school uniform remained loose, but this looseness made the now partly visible curves even more appealing.
Pleasing to the eye, love to watch.
After clicking her tongue at the self-proclaimed open appreciator who was actually a pervert and couldn’t tackle challenging questions, that idiot Lin Li, Chen Yu Ying picked up her belongings and returned to her seat.
Lin Li watched her back for a while and only turned his head to look at the sunlight outside the window after she went out to fetch water.
Even if losing doesn’t matter, having this condition that can be excessively strict in hand must be the best, right?
It feels like you need results in the top three of the grade to be considered stable.
This makes the difficulty go up a level, making every score in every subject important.
Better go buy some calligraphy practice books.
Lin Li’s handwriting, although not as abstract as a doctor’s scribbles, is definitely not attractive.
In the past, it was like this: writing casually looked like a dog’s scrawl, and writing seriously looked like a dog scrawling seriously.
Now, with improved motor skills control, it’s a bit better, but not much.
And handwriting can often influence scores in liberal arts, especially in subjects like Chinese which often lack standard answers.
Especially essays, where a 40-point essay written in dog scrawl, if rewritten with neat handwriting without changing the content, could easily score 45, almost reaching 50.
The more impatient the grading teacher is, the greater the impact of handwriting.
Lin Li can actually "imitate" neat handwriting, but if it looks completely different from before and some teacher or fellow student notices and gets curious at the wrong time, it could be troublesome to prove oneself.
So that’s not advisable; it’s better to practice writing sincerely.
"Hoo—" At this time, Bai Bufan walked into the classroom, sat at his desk, rubbed his eyes, and yawned.
"Bufan, why didn’t you return to the dorm at noon? Are you starting to study in the classroom again?" Zhou Baowei, who came in afterward, sat down and then vigilantly turned his head to stare at Bai Bufan.
"Don’t mention it, I spent the noon in the office." Bai Bufan wearily lay down on the desk and weakly waved his hand.
"Huh?" Lin Li, hearing this, curiously looked over, "What happened? Didn’t you say you were going back to the dorm after lunch?"
"I did, at least that was the plan.
Before the sports meeting, Bin Bin gave us a complete paper that included an essay, right? I lazed a bit and didn’t write the essay, but after lunch, I bumped into her by chance.
Then she caught me, having already graded up until my paper, and dragged me to the office to make me write the essay all noon." Bai Bufan said weakly.
"You didn’t write it?" Zhou Baowei suddenly realized.
"No, I wrote it." Bai Bufan shook his head.
"Then what did you write?" Lin Li became even more curious.
"Wasn’t it a semi-titled essay challenge XX? The topic I picked was ’Challenge Not Writing the Essay,’ and at the 800-word mark, I wrote four words: ’Challenge Accomplished.’" Bai Bufan replied, "Honestly, I thought it was quite fitting to the theme, but Bin Bin is just being unreasonable."
Lin Li, Zhou Baowei: "..."
"To be honest, Bufan, you’re quite a distance from being divine, but you’re far from being human."
"To be honest, Lin Li, you should keep an eye on Bufan. He doesn’t seem like a real person. How about this: sneak some rat poison into his food when he’s not looking. If he dies, it proves my theory right—that he’s a rat in disguise."
Zhou Baowei suggested to Lin Li.
"Alright, I’ll add some to the breakfast tomorrow and see." Lin Li accepted the suggestion, then sighed softly, "I hope Bufan isn’t a rat."
"Can you guys not plot to kill me so loudly? It’s not even about being a rat anymore!" Bai Bufan said with a mix of anger and amusement.
After lunch break, the afternoon classes were right around the corner, and the class bell rang.
"Chatting with you guys has deprived me of my last bit of sleep time, damn it."
Sighing, Bai Bufan patted his cheeks, drew a cross on his arm for motivation:
"Come on, Bai Bufan, get yourself together, you can do it!"
...
Good news, Bai Bufan got himself together.
Bad news, he got himself together too forcefully and exhausted himself.
The first class of the afternoon was history; you could say the buff is fully stacked.
"Lin Li, wake up your desk mate." The history teacher put down the textbook, nodded at Lin Li helplessly.
Lin Li turned his head; he was studying so intently that he only now noticed Bai Bufan had fallen asleep.
"Teacher, since you put him to sleep, why should I wake him? It’s not fair; I think you should do it." But Lin Li didn’t shout, instead reasoned confidently.
History teacher: "..."
"Lin Li, you are the bravest man in the world!" Zhou Baowei gave him a thumbs-up, praising him quietly.
Although after his grades improved, he was still seen as the bottom of the class and a school trash in Xue Jian’s eyes, with other teachers, there was a noticeable change.
Like Koukou.
Koukou used to always angrily tell Lin Li to roll to the back of the class.
Now, Koukou always gently tells Lin Li to roll to the back of the class.
The change is drastic. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
And the history teacher’s temperament was already good, giving Lin Li preferential treatment after his grades improved.
So when Lin Li joked, knowing there was no malice, she just pointed at him from a distance, feigning anger: "You sure have a lot of nerve."
"Bai Bufan! Wake up!"
