The Most Random System-Chapter 807 - 395: Heads Heads Heads Heads Heads Heads Heads Heads Heads Heads_2
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Time flies pretty quickly.
Lin Li picked and chose along the way, searching and dismantling those parts that still seemed useful from the debris at the bottom. As long as he could move them and fit them into the Fire Separation Sword Nourishing Gourd, Lin Li put them all inside.
The space is ample, so he could do as he pleased.
Because he frequently stopped to dismantle and store things, Lin Li’s progress was slow, and the end of the canyon remained hidden in the depths of fog and darkness.
No accidents occurred throughout, and he didn’t see any other creatures besides the colonies on the rock walls.
No sudden dangers, no strange noises, and even the system tasks were quiet, as if this enormous mecha graveyard was truly just a complete dead zone.
With this, Lin Li was quite calm, and he even somewhat enjoyed this rare tranquility.
He yawned; it was about time to head back.
He stored the things to take away in the gourd and simply arranged the things to leave behind. Once everything was set and confirmed, Lin Li returned to the modern world and fell asleep.
... 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Friday.
The sunlight on Friday seemed agreeable.
Only one afternoon left until the end of the week, but the principal and Xue Jian still hadn’t contacted him about the maintenance and renovation of the distribution room and electrical facilities.
Maybe it’s because anything needing public funds requires a lengthy and complex process.
Lin Li was in no rush.
After all, the report about the school by Uncle Yan, entrusted by Lin Li, was still quietly lying in the drafts, neither submitted to the Demon Suppression Bureau nor published.
So Lin Li believed the principal hadn’t forgotten about it; the process would just be a bit complicated.
"Lin Li."
Bai Bufan’s voice pulled Lin Li’s thoughts back, and Lin Li turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow: "What’s up?"
Bai Bufan frowned and lowered his voice seriously:
"I remember... teachers can’t follow a religion, right?"
Lin Li’s lower eyelid twitched upon hearing this, filled with incomprehension: "Why can’t teachers follow a religion? Bufan, really, I need to talk to you about this. Are you not sticking your nose in too many places?
Teachers are people too, they have the instinct to believe, which is humans’ nature and a source of happiness, and if teachers couldn’t follow a religion, what would happen to our country’s birth rate..."
"You’re crazy,"
Not continuing to listen to Lin Li’s barrage of blame, Bai Bufan couldn’t maintain his serious face, elbowing Lin Li and laughingly cursing:
"I was talking about religious belief, damn it! I really can’t stand people playing with pun jokes like you..."
"Oh oh, gosh, causing all this commotion, you could have been clearer," Lin Li pretended to have an epiphany and then laughed as he explained:
"Teachers can have religious beliefs, but they are absolutely prohibited from promoting or engaging in religious activities at school."
"Then Koukou is screwed." The first class in the afternoon was English, and Bai Bufan looked at Koukou on the podium and laughed sinisterly.
"What?" Lin Li, slightly distracted, didn’t know what was happening and asked.
"Didn’t you hear? Koukou mentioned ’The Lord will return’ three times, obviously promoting Christ," Bai Bufan rubbed his hands together, grinning as if he’d caught a slip-up:
"Was it only me who noticed? Hehe, I’ll visit Koukou after class and start with ’You wouldn’t want the education bureau to find out you’ve been preaching to students, right...’ "
Lin Li: "?"
"Bufan, who gave you the nerve to say earlier ’I can’t stand people playing pun jokes like you’?" Lin Li’s expression was flat.
"Bao Wei."
"Makes sense, his cheek is thick enough, divided and still enough for you." Lin Li nodded, then suddenly said with amazement: "Bufan, I’ve suddenly realized how profound our Chinese characters are..."
"Oh? How so?"
Bai Bufan looked at Lin Li with anticipation.
That expression, that tone, was definitely not human speech!
Anticipation!
If it was human speech, Bai Bufan wouldn’t bother listening.
Without saying a word, Lin Li simply picked up the pen and wrote on the paper:
"Jesus is Lord."
"Louis XVI is King."
"Please tell me the difference between the two."
Bai Bufan: "⌓‿⌓!"
Those three lines of text were truly perplexing.
"Streamer, streamer, your hell joke is indeed funny, but it requires too much knowledge. Do you have something more brainless?" Bai Bufan suppressed his laughter, lowering his voice to ask.
"Got it, brother, got it," Lin Li nodded, writing another "Louis XVI" on the paper, pointing at it, he looked at Bai Bufan: "Based on the hint just given, Bufan, let me quiz you, after Louis XVI was beheaded, what should he be called?"
"Dirt?" Bai Bufan answered.
"Incorrect."
"Then what should he be called?"
Lin Li: "Louis ten 3.1415926..."
Bai Bufan: "?"
As Bai Bufan looked at the paper, he saw Lin Li’s pen quickly sketching a simple guillotine next to "Louis XVI," then elegantly writing four large characters below the guillotine: "Louis ten π."
"..."
"Damn!" Bai Bufan laughed wildly, giving a thumbs-up as he bent over.
"What’s so funny, what’s so funny, urgent urgent urgent!"
Nearby, Zhou Baowei and Qin Zeyu noticed the situation, unable to resist the itch, and pressed their voices urgently.
As the saying goes, sharing joy is better than solitary joy (fun fact: the pronunciation is "du ’yue’ ’le’ not equal to zhong ’yue’ ’le’"), so Bai Bufan tore off the paper and handed it directly to Zhou Baowei.
Zhou Baowei and Qin Zeyu took the paper, instantly understanding the meaning behind the text.
