Not sure if Hua Ming has sothing to do in the afternoon or if the Sunday afternoon extra class requires a change of teacher.
"Is it actually going to be the Hot Chili Pepper teaching us?"
On the other side of Chen Yu Ying’s seat, Xiao Tingbai, whom she t in the first exam hall and was introduced by Lin Li from the parallel class, remarked.
Lin Li, upon hearing this, looked at the teacher and then at Xiao Tingbai, who seed to know this teacher, and curiously asked:
"Hot Chili Pepper? Does this teacher often scold people and have a bad temper?"
Xiao Tingbai shook his head, "No, it’s because when he calls on students to answer questions in class, he always goes down the row like a train, never changing, just like the Hot Chili Pepper."
Chen Yu Ying, Lin Li: "(゜▽゜)?"
So it’s from Plants vs. Zombies’ Hot Chili Pepper?
"There’s another teacher, we call her Catnip, because she always calls on the first row. In her class, as long as soone in the first row is still alive, she will never ask the people in the back," Xiao Tingbai seed satisfied with their reactions and further introduced.
"..."
Before knowing, it did seem strange, but after knowing, it felt so reasonable...
No wonder there’s a saying that it’s only possible to call the wrong na, but never give the wrong nickna.
Unfortunately, Lin Li realized he didn’t seem to have a nickna.
His birth na notwithstanding, it’s his own kind.
It seems his na has beco a nickna though, occasionally hearing soone say "Wow, this b is Xiaolin Li" and such.
Tsk...
"Why did you suddenly knock on my head?" Chen Yu Ying asked, puzzled, turning to look at him after feeling Lin Li’s action.
"I accidentally decreased my rit, trying to add so rit back," Lin Li sighed a bit regretfully.
"Why... never mind, don’t tell ." Curiosity can kill one’s rit, Chen Yu Ying quickly changed her question.
But she made a fatal mistake—she forgot to cover her ears.
Lin Li: "Class Rep, let’s test you. If a classmate has epilepsy, what nickna can be given?"
Chen Yu Ying: Bu Hao!
Too late!
Lin Li: "He can be called Soy Sauce, because he often has spasms."
Chen Yu Ying: "TAT"
Too spicy!
The girl joined in on knocking her own head.
Darn it, she didn’t manage to protect anything...
...
The afternoon flew by, and even though Chen Yu Ying no longer pursued grades, she still listened to the whole class seriously along with Lin Li.
Chen Zhongping had his own things to take care of today, so he didn’t bother to take Chen Yu Ying ho for dinner and then bring her back.
So Lin Li decisively abandoned Chen Tianming, telling him to go have dinner with Bai Bufan.
It didn’t seem necessary to do—
In fact, all those scenes Chen Zhongping worried about, like "my Yingying sitting closely with a boy during extra classes", "feeding each other affectionately during als", "holding hands and strolling after als" never actually happened.
Sports field.
"In elentary school, I ran the 100 ters in 12 seconds, thought I had a talent, and the whole class encouraged to pursue sports. Later I saw the principal’s na on the public account and realized, this crooked track, the 100-ter track was actually 30 ters short."
Walking leisurely on the sports field, Lin Li said with ease while holding the back of his head.
"That principal was very bad," Chen Yu Ying replied with a smile, her gaze fixed on the podium.
A weekend had passed, and the sports field had drastically changed.
The stage for the New Year gala was fully set up, with frawork, lights, backdrop board, and everything complete.
It was now in the testing phase.
The gala would officially start tomorrow, and all participating projects would have a rehearsal tonight.
Although the perforrs weren’t all present yet, the school staff or outsourced workers were already on the stage doing sound tests, shouting "ah" at different pitches and tones.
To speak of it, it’s considered a must-experience part of a school gala.
If in a classroom, especially during evening self-study, hearing all those "ah" sounds coming from the sports field, the class would typically first have soone laugh, then soone would get "irritated" and complain "What the heck are they ’ah’-ing about?" "When will they ever finish ’ah’-ing"...
This year’s New Year gala wasn’t completely unrelated to Class 4 either.
Class 4 did have a student participating in the gala, but it wasn’t a singing and dancing performance. Instead, she participated with a club in a dubbing program.
They would show silent animation on the screen, and then she and others would add more interesting voices to it on stage.
With not much ti left before the start of evening self-study, after walking two laps, they decided to return to the classroom.
"Stand here and don’t move, I’ll go get you so oranges."
Lin Li suddenly changed direction and said with a smile.
Chen Yu Ying turned her head to see Lin Li already trekking across the lawn toward an orange tree inside.
December and January are the ripening tis for oranges, and this mont saw many oranges, now vividly orange in color, scattered around the tree.
Lin Li picked, peeled, and tried one.
Well, Lin Li thought of a saying.
Similarly, regarding an apple on an apple tree, the reaction of different people from an Otherworld party varies.
The Hero picks it to eat.
The Elf listens to the apple’s heart.
The Druid marvels at nature’s greatness.
The Necromancer absorbs its life force.
The Priest picks it to make apple pie for orphans.
The Dwarf can’t reach it.
An orange isn’t an apple, with its tree only being two to three ters tall overall. Even a dwarf can reach it, and in this case, the fact that the fruit remained unpicked indicated one thing—it wasn’t tasty.
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