Ti for a big cleanup.
Most of those who don't need to participate in the cleanup choose to move their desks and chairs outside before leaving.
Class Four is at the edge of the floor, near the open corridor, which is rather convenient because desks and chairs can be directly moved to the corridor without piling them up in the classroom.
If piled up in the classroom, we'd have to clean one side first, then move stuff to the other side, and clean the other side.
Actually, moving stuff like this isn't tiring and is even easier than moving to the corridor, but the annoying part is that during moving or even just by vibration, textbooks and other miscellaneous items risk falling out of the drawers.
During cleanup, we definitely have to mop, and if books get wet, it's pretty annoying because stains are unacceptable.
But on the open corridor, there's no such risk.
Lin Li stood up and first locked away so extra textbooks in the storage cabinet at the back — not that he was worried about anyone, but the storage cabinet was mobile, and during corner cleaning, it might get opened if not locked.
Okay, actually it could prevent Class Four from being born.
"What are you still writing? Get up and move your desk." After putting things away, Lin Li was slightly surprised to see Bai Bufan still hunched over his desk, writing vigorously.
"Just a mont! Just a mont!" Bai Bufan didn't even lift his head, his voice tinged with excitent and enthusiasm as his pen moved even faster:
"Anyway, our desks are going to the corridor to be stepped on. There's no need to fight for space. What's the rush?"
Tall boys in school cleanup are mainly responsible for a few tasks like cleaning fans, windows, sweeping spider webs...
Lin Li and Bai Bufan were assigned the task of covering the wall art outside with white paint.
Doing this work during cleanup ans if the paint drips where it shouldn't, it can be imdiately cleaned instead of having to painstakingly remove it later.
And painting naturally requires stepping on desks; they wanted to use others' desks, but others probably wouldn't agree.
"I'm about to calculate the formula!" Bai Bufan's eyes now only see paper and pen, excited and thrilled.
Lin Li's face was calm.
Rember, the last ti Bai Bufan entered this learning zone, he proved Pythagorean theorem was wrong, calling it a theory propped up by shady ans.
Moreover, the last class was history; what was this guy calculating?
Was he calculating so summation formula?
Summation formula in history: land cessions reparations.
This formula was formally established during the Northern Song period, internationally validated and recognized in the Qing Dynasty, and then spread far and wide.
"Oh! I got it! I did it!" Bai Bufan exclaid like soone who just passed a major exam, laughing wildly.
"What did you calculate?" Lin Li curiously approached.
Though Lin Li knew Bai Bufan calculated nonsense, then again, how could the Red Stone King resist the temptation of red stones?
"The stinky equation!" Bai Bufan urgently needed to share, so he imdiately showed Lin Li the paper he was writing on.
On it was only one line:
"114514^（114^（5-1-4））=114514."
Lin Li: "(;☉_☉)?"
Damn, what a stinky number, truly a stinky equation.
Lin Li had reason to suspect Bai Bufan would write the chemical formula for ozone as O114514.
"Lin Li, how about it!" Bai Bufan looked at the equation again with a gaze full of admiration, "One small step for , one giant leap for mankind."
"Bufan, have you ever watched a web series called 'Genius J'? Its core plot revolves around a life formula." Lin Li thought for a mont and started comnting.
Life Formula: Calculation scores for intelligence, physique, appearance, wealth, and love; totals over 100 or below 60 result in imdiate death, 75 is the longest lifespan.
Values are dynamically calculated, and in the series, intelligent families knowing the formula prohibit descendants from exercising, gaining assets, etc., to control scores and extend life.
The plot is imaginative and fun to watch, but Lin Li's purpose for ntioning it wasn't to discuss the plot, as he continued with a smile:
"And you, Bufan, my friend, your invention of the stinky equation is also very valuable. I've decided that when this show reaches season eight, I'll invest and recomnd you as the lead actor."
"Get lost." Bai Bufan laughed and cursed.
Shooting season eight now, wouldn't that be shooting 'Genius J8'?
That's too shabby.
Seems better to shoot season ten, 'Genius J10', especially since Bai Bufan never thought J10 could be so exciting — going abroad at public expense aside, even getting into passionate scenarios with French chicks.
Envy J10.
"OK, let's move it."
Bai Bufan tore off the paper into a ball and tossed it into the drawer, got up, and packed up, moving the desks and chairs to the corridor with Lin Li.
Lin Li stepped on a desk — Bai Bufan's, because stepping on his own desk felt heartbreaking.
Other desks could be kicked and stomped hard.
He first used a dry cloth to wipe clean the accumulated dust on the surface of the wall art.
Bai Bufan removed the seal from the paint bucket bought with class funds and pried open the lid.
"Damn, look at this batch of latex paint." Bai Bufan comnted, as usual, unlike anything a human would say.
He picked up the Holy Sword Lin Li brought back from the autumn outing and began to stir, casually dyeing it.
Then Bai Bufan slightly frowned, paused, and waved at Bao Wei: "Bao Wei, co here and take a whiff."
Zhou Baowei stepped over, bent down to sll it, then seed surprised: "It's just the sll of paint, what's up?"
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