Lin Li also patted Bai Bufan’s leg. Bai Bufan, who finally woke up, assessed the situation in three seconds and stood up abruptly: "Teacher, I wasn’t sleeping!"
"Still being stubborn, then repeat what the teacher just said?" The history teacher asked with a smile.
"Bai Bufan, wake up!" Bai Bufan repeated.
History teacher: "?"
Not a bro?
The history teacher chuckled, pointing an infrared pen at the multidia screen behind him: "Alright, you weren’t sleeping, so Bufan, tell us, what ended in 1896?"
Completely unprepared and not having paid attention in class, Bai Bufan looked at Lin Li for help.
Lin Li, of course, wouldn’t stand idly by.
But when he got Lin Li’s answer, Bai Bufan’s mouth twitched.
Your mom.
Though he was told it should be the right answer, Lin Li was still pure and naive.
Wanting to say sothing but stopping short, Bai Bufan finally just shook his head in disappointnt: "Teacher, I don’t know."
"Alright, alright, it’s normal to be sleepy during the first class in the afternoon. Go stand at the back of the class and co back to your seat when you feel awake," the history teacher said, amused and helpless.
"Okay, teacher, thank you, teacher."
"Co on, Lin Li, tell your deskmate the answer to that question just now, what ended in 1896." The history teacher signaled Lin Li to answer.
Walking towards the back, Bai Bufan turned his head with an expectant yet challenging look at Lin Li.
——"Don’t be a wimp!"
Lin Li snorted with laughter.
——"No problem!"
Not letting Bai Bufan down, Lin Li got up and loudly reported the answer he just told Bai Bufan: "1895!"
"What?" The history teacher didn’t react imdiately.
"Teacher, in 1896, the year 1895 ended!" Lin Li replied forcefully.
Bai Bufan lowered his head, stifling his laughter.
Damn you, Lin Li, you just told this answer. Was he wrong? No, but right or not, I really didn’t dare say it out loud.
"..." After a brief silence, the class erupted in laughter.
"Genius!"
"So right!"
"Lin Li, let quiz you again, what ended in 1895!"
"It’s 1894!"
"Good!"
Even a few drowsy people were woken up by laughter.
And the history teacher, amidst the class’s laughter, first remained silent and finally couldn’t help but cover his face.
No way to refute it.
Lin Li really is a history genius, no wonder he did so well in the last monthly exam.
"Lin Li, get to the back and stand there for the rest of the class," but it didn’t stop the history teacher from issuing a punishnt.
"Alright, teacher!" Knowing the answer, Lin Li bounced over to stand next to Bai Bufan.
Let’s just say, every ti the other teachers, including Koukou, gently told Lin Li to move to the back, this gentleness was deserved by Lin Li, but so was being told to move.
"Ha, Bufan, you wimp."
"Alright, you’re great, I’ll give you that."
...
Evening.
A birthday day didn’t seem any different.
Throughout the day, quite a few people wished a happy birthday, even Yao Qiaoqiao ca and gave her regards, gifting a bookmark she made as a little present.
Other gifts were few, as guys aren’t likely to prepare gifts unless the occasion is widely celebrated.
The class president’s gift seems like it’ll be ready by the weekend at the earliest.
However, today, Lin Li didn’t spend any money on either food or snacks.
That’s enough.
Bai Bufan’s comnt about return gifts being a hassle is true, especially for ’friends’ you’re not too close with, like for Yao Qiaoqiao’s birthday, Lin Li really needs to rember it and set a reminder on WeChat notes and the phone calendar when he gets ho.
On the day itself, it’s best to return a small gift, there’s no other way, social interactions are like this.
Evening self-study.
After reviewing a subject thoroughly, Lin Li stretched, relaxing his muscles.
He glanced around the classroom, starting from Chen Yu Ying’s seat and sweeping over the entire class.
The clock on the wall showed there were less than five minutes until the end of class, so the classroom was a bit noisy, with a lot of hushed whispers and murmuring.
Study for the last five minutes.
Wait a minute?
Did sothing strange slip in?
What the heck, where’s that moaning coming from in the classroom?
Lin Li suddenly turned his head, looking at Bai Bufan, who was sprawled on his desk, moaning softly.
(;☉_☉)?
Lin Li gave Bai Bufan a heavy punch, lowering his voice: "Seriously, dude, what are you doing, going into heat? Or is your job being investigated?"
The punch made Bai Bufan roll his eyes.
Bai Bufan turned shakily towards Lin Li, his voice strained: "No, I’m about to launch."
Lin Li: "?"
After realizing what Bai Bufan ant, Lin Li tentatively asked: "You need to poop?"
"Coarse," Bai Bufan replied disdainfully, his face pale, then with a gentle expression, softly lanted: "I think perhaps the large intestine’s retention, in the end, cannot resist the tenderness of toilet paper. But I will cherish the remaining ti we have together."
Damn your artistic ass.
But Lin Li didn’t dare hit Bai Bufan anymore, afraid one punch would break his current critical point.
"Do you really have to hold it in?" Lin Li asked with a complex look.
Bai Bufan nodded.
It’s evening self-study, not class, plus there’s no teacher on duty right now, so he can just go to the bathroom if he wants.
The only reason Bai Bufan is holding it in is because he wants to go back to the dormitory.
In Nansang Middle School, only the dorms in the senior year section have toilets, while the first and second-year teaching buildings and dorms have squatting toilets, which is understandable for Bai Bufan’s behavior.
If Lin Li was on his way ho and only had five minutes to go when he suddenly needed to poop, and there happened to be a public restroom nearby, unless it was absolutely urgent, Lin Li would choose to hold it until he got ho.
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