"I just rembered there was no water on this chair earlier."
Since he'd just enlisted Ding Sihan to plot against Lin Li, Bai Bufan couldn't help but suspect that Lin Li, who holds grudges even smaller than Ma Yan, might retaliate.
That's why he was so cautious when he walked in.
When he pulled the chair to sit down earlier, the movent seed smooth, but actually Bai Bufan intentionally glanced at the seat surface to make sure there was no water before he pressed against the chair back to sit down.
The reason for pressing against the back was to prevent Lin Li from pulling a fast one and snatching the chair away at the mont he sat down.
But he still got caught.
"Could it be my sweat?"
With this thought, Bai Bufan touched his buttocks, then slled his wet fingers, and chuckled in relief:
"Oh, it's pee. I an, how could soone like Lin Li, who's not really a champion but just a winner, make sweat?"
Then Bai Bufan touched his buttocks again, his face suddenly changed:
"Aigoo, even poop got knocked out!"
Chen, Ding, Qu: "?"
What are they babbling about?
"Insulting bin again," Lin Li said seriously: "I really like sothing bin said: A pro player's passport is a book full of regrets. Compared to Holy Spear's drama that should end, it's clear who's better."
"Reverse Celestial Gang." Bai Bufan wiped the chair while jokingly cursing.
Damned fool.
Instead of grabbing the tissues on the table, he insisted on taking his jacket hanging on the chair to clean up.
"Did you watch the competition last night? These days, soone who still watches the LPL matches deserves respect as a trailblazer." Lin Li teased Bai Bufan.
"Just casually watching to kill ti."
Bai Bufan shrugged, then bent over slightly closer to Lin Li, eyes filled with defiance and a challenge:
"So, Lin Li, do you have a Faker's script, damn it! Everyone says Faker is hard to beat, I just don't believe it, I'll try fighting—how hard can it be?"
"They say the girl in Star Sword ga from Korea looks like a cross-dressed Faker, haven't played it though. You should try it." Looking at Bai Bufan's ambitious determination, Lin Li lowered his voice, giving a thumbs up.
Sotis you have to admit, Koreans are really aweso.
Especially in materials for spellcasting, the native chickens can't compete with Korean imports.
Really, it's not shaful to lose but complaining that the opponent is cheating is totally disgraceful.
Ugh, Lin Li guessed Koreans view dostic cosplayers like we view their food: What the heck are they eating? Why does it look like pig feed? Eat sothing good!
"What are you whispering about?"
Ding Sihan saw the two's odd expression while muttering and felt speechless. Extending her foot and randomly kicking.
Her leg wasn't long enough, kicked the air.
"Nothing." Both answered simultaneously.
"Where'd the water co from?" Refraining from discussing Korean imports, he returned the wiped jacket to Lin Li and stuck to the original question: "Did I miss? That doesn't make sense."
"You've sat in it already, still want the recipe? Aren't you being greedy."
"Just let know, I'm not soone who holds grudges, but I deserve to have clarity before my end." Bai Bufan pleaded.
"All martial arts under heaven, only speed is unbeatable." Lin Li displayed the wet bottle cap in his hand, "As long as the speed is fast enough, it's totally possible to splash water at the mont you sit down."
This was obviously a flimsy excuse, the real reason was the "Five Elents Technique", allowing Lin Li to splash water whenever he wanted.
To truly splash water, you need stealth that only Lin Li could achieve so smoothly.
Yet, no one was too bothered by this, as long as Bai Bufan was caught, the ans didn't matter.
"What to eat for lunch? Ding Sihan, have you picked?"
Putting the things he'd brought on the table piece by piece, Bai Bufan acted like he had worked hard, exhaled deeply, stretched, and looked at the designated eater Ding Sihan, inquiring.
"Zzz!"
Before Ding Sihan could answer, the piercing sound in the self-study room swallowed her words.
Lin Li dragged his chair backward, very ungracefully placed both feet on the table and shook them nonchalantly like a hooligan from movies.
At the sa ti, Lin Li reached out his left arm to wrap around Bai Bufan's left shoulder, and his right arm around Chen Yu Ying's right shoulder, embracing both sides.
Aah! Finally got to do this!
Under Ding Sihan and Qu Wanqiu's bewildered gazes, Lin Li tilted his head to look down his nose at the two, frowning, scornfully jerking his face towards Bai Bufan's direction:
"My husband asked you a question!"
"Why are you standing still? Ding Sihan, answer!"
Bai Bufan first froze, then imdiately showed a shy expression, moving closer toward Lin Li, resting on Lin Li's left shoulder, adding: "Lin Li~ you're so great~"
Ding Sihan, Qu Wanqiu: "(;☉_☉)?"
Chen Yu Ying: "(•́へ•́╬)!"
Chen Yu Ying silently tried to move her chair away from Lin Li, not forgetting to swipe off his hand from her shoulder, but she failed.
"..."
"..."
"Hahaha! You two! Are crazy! I give up! Damn!"
After brief silence, the two young girls finally couldn't hold back, emotions spiked, bowed their heads lying down on the table, shoulders shaking, laughing non-stop.
Truth be told, the trio-and-a-dog group has existed for quite so ti, yet reproductive isolation is thoughtful isolation; even after so long, most tis the trio still cannot foresee nor understand the dog's subsequent actions and motivations.
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