In reality, it’s just "Hehe, if I don’t have fun now, when will I? Wake up and party."
"It’s hard to empathize with people, but it’s pretty easy with animals. Even I am gradually starting to understand why chickens wake up early every day and start clucking," Wang Ze sighed softly.
"Is it because a guest sneaked out at night without paying you?" Lin Li asked.
"Which chicken are you talking about," Wang Ze pointed like a husky, pepped up for a mont, then slumped again:
"Why is it only Monday? I want to die, want to die, want to die. It’s so far from the weekend, New Year’s Day, and winter break...
Why does it feel like these days are endless like Xiahou Dun looking at Louis XVI... want to die, want to die, want to die..."
Nowadays, many people say that today’s students have no goals.
What a joke! After National Day, the goal is Mid-Autumn Festival, after that it’s New Year’s Day, then winter break!
The goals for each stage are quite clear.
"So much energy, that’s great~" Listening to this, Lin Li looked at Wang Ze with a benevolent gaze and softly sighed.
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"Can you stop replying randomly? I said I want to die, and you say I’m full of energy?" Wang Ze raised a middle finger.
"Yeah, corpses don’t want to die. Wanting to die is a privilege of the living. Isn’t that vitality?" Lin Li retorted in surprise.
Wang Ze: "?"
"...Seems reasonable."
"But I don’t recomnd dying now. If you reincarnate now, you’ll likely end up in a family trying for the third child," Lin Li added.
"Damn, Lin Li, thank you. This is the first ti I’ve felt such a strong will to live," Wang Ze said with lingering fear.
The two went upstairs together.
"How’s it going with your senior?" Walking together with a buddy, it doesn’t feel awkward even when silent, but staying silent is impossible. Lin Li casually asked, "Have you seized the mont?"
"How could it be so quick to let soone seize my mont? Damn, that’s not even my goal. Can you stop being so crude!" Wang Ze scoffed.
At the ntion of Qian Ying, Wang Ze felt a bit embarrassed, chuckling:
"After last week’s exams, everyone was heading ho. I planned a date with her on campus this weekend, and she agreed. I’m thinking that while we’re out, I’ll see if there’s a right mont to confess my feelings."
Lin Li blinked: "This week? Where’s the date? The night market in Pinglu?"
"Haven’t decided yet, but it could be there. You know?" Wang Ze nodded and then asked.
"Are you going on Friday or Saturday? If it’s Saturday, we might bump into each other." Lin Li smiled, then seriously pondered, "It’s really a coincidence, truly a coincidence. Our ’three people and a dog’ are going there to play too."
"You two are going too, so I’ll have to avoid you a bit..." Wang Ze clicked his tongue.
In danger, you can rely on brothers, but when safe, brothers can be the biggest danger. He’s afraid these two will ss things up for him.
However, he then asked: "Three people and a dog, you, Bufan, and who else? Chen Yu Ying and Ding Sihan?"
"Plus Qu Wanqiu."
"Wouldn’t that be four people and a dog or three people and two dogs?"
"Baby, you sll so good," Lin Li leaned in, pinched Wang Ze’s rock-hard athlete butt, and whispered, "I’m neither human nor dog, I’m a one."
Wang Ze paused, then stopped going upstairs, instead stepping back down two steps, bending over, arching his butt high, and gently said while holding each of his butt cheeks, "There, brother, go ahead."
Lin Li: "•᷄ᯅ•᷅?"
Your mom.
Indeed, fooling around in front of Wang Ze with this Nantong trick is indeed a bit like "showing an amateurish axe in front of Lao Ai."
"If I really let you in, you wouldn’t be happy." Seeing Lin Li reluctant to proceed, Wang Ze seed a bit disdainful.
Lin Li chuckled, but it’s okay; what goes into the swallows can also be sothing else.
"Thousand-Year—Killing—"
"Damn it!!"
On the second floor, in front of the class.
"According to untold stories, Sun Ce and Sun Quan looked very similar. After Sun Ce’s death, after Sun Quan’s great effort, Da Qiao also ended up with Sun Quan.
However, when they were having a good ti at night, Da Qiao would always shout the wrong na. Sun Ce’s courtesy na was Bo Fu, and Sun Quan’s was Zhong Mou, so sotis she called out Bo Fu and other tis Zhong Mou, which is how not distinguishing between Bo and Zhong originated!"
"Whoa, what a strange marriage between brothers and wives, Da Qiao must have enjoyed it."
"I say this problem is easily solved, just send Da Qiao to study abroad. When she cos back, there’ll be no such trouble, and she’ll only shout ’oh yes.’
She could even write a pure romance novel. I’ve already thought of the title: ’The Sister-in-law Returning from Studying in the West Sea Region, Her Moans Beca Oh Yes’."
"Wow, isn’t your title less ’pure love’ than mine yesterday? But I want to read it, love to read it, can never get enough."
Lin Li and Wang Ze exchanged gratifying glances, glad they hadn’t missed the most exciting part of the day.
"Teacher Bufan, Teacher Bufan, I have a question." Lin Li walked into the classroom with his hand raised.
"Ask away," Bai Bufan said seriously, like Xue Jian.
"Then where does the idiom ’between Bo and Zhong’ co from?" Lin Li asked.
The crowd froze for a mont.
But a seasoned artist is a seasoned artist; without any hesitation, Bai Bufan calmly responded:
"That’s a good question. Other students should have such divergent thinking as Lin Li. This happens to be what I plan to teach in the next class. It was originally for tomorrow, but since it was asked, I’ll talk about it today.
According to untold stories, after Da Qiao had difficulty distinguishing between Bo and Zhong, she would feel a sense of remorse and miss her deceased husband. So afterwards, she would go to Sun Ce’s grave with Sun Quan to burn paper.
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