"Eh?"
Looking at Yu Yu, whose hand was pressed against her chest and couldn’t dare to et his gaze, Lin Li’s brain was trembling.
Don’t make noise, I’m thinking.
Forget it, I’ll just start the noise myself.
"No! Yu Yu, I ant your brooch looks nice, not that your chest looks nice!" After speaking, Lin Li realized he hadn’t really said anything, hastily trying to correct himself again: "Also no! I ant this brooch, it’s a brooch! It! It’s quite nice, and I wanted to ask you where you bought it."
Coming to her senses, Yu Yu realized she’d made a huge misunderstanding and buried her head completely in her chest: "S-sorry, I misunderstood."
You can’t bla Yu Yu; mainly it’s because Qu Wanqiu and Ding Sihan labeled Lin Li as the super invincible big being born and ultimate invincible big pervert while chatting in the dormitory, and Chen Yu Ying basically didn’t refute it.
Yu Yu believed it.
So Yu Yu felt that Lin Li saying such things was quite... normal.
On top of that, she intermittently felt an inexplicable, faint attraction to Lin Li, so she responded on instinct.
Now that Yu Yu has reacted, she was already shy by nature, even more so than Lin Li, happy that her chest was large enough to cover her face as much as possible.
"It’s my fault for speaking ambiguously, bla ."
The impression Lin Li got from Yu Yu was overly shy and bashful; if it were Ding Sihan, Qu Wanqiu, or Chen Yu Ying, he would roll with the misunderstanding and continue being a "pervert," but for Yu Yu, acting that way might offend her, so Lin Li behaved himself.
"I made this myself... it’s not available for purchase." Yu Yu’s voice was as soft as a mosquito.
"I see, no wonder it looks so nice." Lin Li sincerely deflected and then placed the desk against the wall in the corridor, with the drawer facing the wall to prevent things from falling out: "Put it here?"
"Okay, thank you."
"If there’s nothing else you need help with, I’ll be off then?" Lin Li promptly prepared to make a speedy escape.
"Mm, thank you."
Lin Li turned and left, passing the back door, he saw Bai Bufan making exaggerated expressions:
"Your language is too artistic, man. I’ve never seen anyone in this world more skilled in the art of language than you. I need to learn from you."
You bastard.
...
Wednesday.
Lin Li got up very early.
The early bird catches the worm, the earlier bird eats Protheus.
After exercising, Lin Li returned ho to continue studying.
This morning, there was only a Chinese exam, since the ti for this subject was too long—two and a half hours, from nine to eleven thirty—so he could afford to go a bit late.
However, Lin Li had already morized those ancient poems and literary texts inside out, so he focused on practicing calculations for the biology test in the afternoon.
Once the ti was about right, Lin Li headed to school.
Lin Li’s exam room was Class 12 of Grade 1.
In the corridor, Bai Bufan was holding the textbook, reciting ancient poetry.
Exam seating at Nansang Middle School was completely random for mid-term and final exams, but for monthly tests, the seating was based on the previous big exam rankings, so students in the sa exam room had similar grades.
After all, Lin Li and Bai Bufan had been evenly matched opponents before, and getting paired up was quite normal.
As the saying goes, grades are three parts fate, seven parts diligence, and ninety points reliant on your deskmate.
But this seating thod for exams doesn’t work well for cheating by whispering in the later exam rooms:
"Do you know how to do this question?"
"I don’t know either, do you know how to do this question?"
"I don’t know either, what about this one?"
"Don’t know."
"Great, neither of us knows, we’re dood."
That’s likely the scenario.
"This is the last ti I’ll be in the sa exam room with scum like you for a monthly test." Lin Li walked beside Bai Bufan and said with a smile.
"Carried over nurous companions once visited, reminiscing those glorious and plentiful bygone days..." Bai Bufan, who was reciting poetry, only glanced sideways at Lin Li, too lazy to argue.
"Hey, Bufan, do you know what poem Cannibal Race exchange students find most artistic when they co to normal society to study?" Lin Li imdiately asked.
Bai Bufan ignored him, continuing to recite: "But they are youthful classmates, full of vigor..."
"That’s right, this sentence!" Lin Li snapped his fingers, "You’re so smart."
Bai Bufan: "..."
You bastard, it’s the ’eat’ of ’eating rice’, isn’t it?
But foot fetishist Bai Bufan, now busy cramming for exams, indeed had no ti to deal with Lin Li, continuing his recitation: "The people of the past have mounted the yellow crane, leaving this place with only an empty Yellow Crane Tower..."
Seeing this, Lin Li felt pressured, and he too had to study, starting to recite: "Old friends bid farewell from the west of the Yellow Crane Tower, a VIP ascends the third floor. The young lass’s smile remains unchanged, but the bald head of the past cannot be seen."
"Get lost! I swear if I think of this during the exam, you’re finished!"
Bai Bufan unceremoniously kicked Lin Li away.
Lin Li chuckled and did not disturb further, leaving his backpack outside the door; three pens were enough for the Chinese exam. Based on the seat chart at the door and on the blackboard, he found his seat.
Second to last row by the window, though this ti on the corridor side.
The seat’s owner cleaned up quite well, even the drawer was empty, no chance to peek.
Since he arrived just in ti, it wasn’t long before the classmates started filing into the classroom, followed closely by the invigilating teacher.
Just as expected, the invigilating teacher brought a stack of papers even without a sealed bag.
He was well-known, Teacher Yan, responsible for invigilating the morning session, was the horoom teacher Wang Ziyan.
As Lin Li made eye contact with Wang Ziyan, Wang Ziyan covered his mouth and dry-heaved.
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