The next day, in the morning.
Wearing the "Qiankun Ring" on his finger, Lin Li arrived at Class 20, obediently sitting in his seat, waiting for the exam to begin.
Without any additional unnecessary actions.
The exam bell rang right on ti.
"When we play the listening section, don’t make noise or cause disturbance. You might not be listening, but others need to. My only request for you is not to disturb everyone."
Having learned there’s a first-place student in disguise in the exam hall, Guo Zhun, yesterday’s invigilator, gave extra reminders to the local students before handing out the exam papers and answer sheets.
With the papers and answer sheets in hand, Lin Li, having a plan, seized the ti.
Previewing the listening section was entirely unnecessary for him; he directly started with reading comprehension.
In the face of absolute vocabulary skills and understanding, the English exam was incredibly simple, with almost all questions showing their answers at a glance.
The five-minute preparation ti before the listening section was more than enough for Lin Li to finish all the multiple-choice questions except for listening.
After only 25 minutes of the exam—where listening took 20 minutes—Lin Li completed the entire paper and dared to claim his score would definitely be high.
However, as Du Hansi had ntioned, this speed was the slowest in this exam hall.
——Damn, the fast movers in this hall are already asleep.
Sleeping is sowhat affecting his plan, but no worries, they should wake up soon.
Lin Li flexed his wrist, gave an evil grin—(good) (show), start!
Then, Lin Li picked up one of the bottles of water he brought to the desk, and poured it according to the instructions into the "mysterious marvelous tool" he had prepared in the drawer beforehand.
Everything was ready, just 15 minutes to go.
"Whoosh—gurgle—"
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
After tens of seconds, students in the back row heard a strange leaking sound, first a distinct "poof," then transforming into a continuous low air flow sound, lighter but continuous.
The crowd was a bit puzzled, glancing around, trying to locate the sound’s source.
Finally, everyone’s gaze locked onto Lin Li.
At this mont, Lin Li’s expression was as calm as a still water, seemingly unaware of everyone’s gaze, calmly checking his exam paper.
But that’s okay, Lin Li wasn’t the focus, because, to be accurate, everyone’s gaze was fixing on the black square box beside Lin Li’s desk.
The box was covered with a lid, with a small hole in the middle from which visible hot steam was rushing out; due to the small hole, the air flow was producing hissing noises.
Crowd: "(;☉_☉)?"
Wait a minute.
Isn’t this a self-heating hotpot?
——And it’s one of the luxury self-heating hotpots, those Haidilao ones priced at twenty or thirty per box.
The crowd rubbed their eyes, ensuring they weren’t mistaken, then stared at each other.
Huh?
What does this an, does this person intend to eat a self-heating hotpot during the exam?
As the lowly miscellaneous disciples of Nansang Middle School, what scenes haven’t they witnessed?
——Well, they haven’t really seen this scene at Nansang Middle School.
Realizing what Lin Li intended to do, everyone licked their lips, exchanged glances once more, then sat upright, pretending to look at their papers, while their peripheral vision or left or right sneaked peeks at Lin Li.
The lip licking wasn’t because they also wanted to eat, it was purely the adrenaline rush, a heartfelt anticipation of watching what would unfold next.
The ti passed by in anxious waiting.
Fifteen minutes passed, and the box gradually quieted down—finished heating.
As the intelligent watch on his wrist started vibrating, Lin Li reached into the drawer, taking out disposable chopsticks, spoon, and even a disposable knife and fork.
But that wasn’t all.
Under the stunned gazes of everyone, Lin Li retrieved a napkin from the drawer, elegantly tied it around his neck, then took out a tall glass, shook it beside his cheek, and even flicked it lightly with his finger, seemingly inspecting the color.
He then took out a can of chilled cola from the drawer, pouring it into the tall glass, the brown bubbles rrily rushing into the glass.
Crowd: "(;☉_☉)?"
No.
Isn’t this Doraemon’s drawer?
How can he take so many things out of one drawer?
After completing these preps, Lin Li looked up at Guo Zhun, then squatted on the ground, pulling off the lid of the self-heating hotpot.
"Poof—"
Billowing white steam instantly spread out, the water droplets condensed on the lid "pat" dripped onto the ground.
Lin Li extended his chopsticks, leisurely stirring the bottom of the pot.
And in this mont, the aroma that was faint while the lid was closed suddenly beca an intense hotpot base flavor, starting to diffuse throughout the classroom.
This was way stronger than the sll of spicy strips.
More and more felt sothing was off, after sniffing with their noses, followed the aroma towards the back row.
Invariably, they widened their eyes upon seeing Lin Li crouched on the ground with the self-heating hotpot.
Even the students in the first row began turning back.
Noticing this, Lin Li gave a composed smile, acting according to the plan—[Wind Control], activate.
All wind... blow here from the podium!
Invigilator, you’re not allowed to sll, but all examinees, you should sll to your extre!
Those who are sleeping, right? Let the wind blow over them all!
After controlling all these, Lin Li confidently picked up a bamboo shoot slice with chopsticks, placed it into his mouth, a bit hot, tossed it around in his mouth twice, and began chewing.
He exaggeratedly closed his eyes, as if savoring Michelin, chewing incredibly slowly.
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