After swallowing, under the expectant gaze of everyone, Lin Li nodded, showing a satisfied smile, even letting out a long "Hmm~".
"Swoosh—"
"Swoosh—"
The next mont, Lin Li didn’t bother pretending and directly started slurping the noodles inside.
Because it’s spicy, he occasionally paused to open his mouth and fan himself with his hand, or gulp down a mouthful of iced cola from the tall glass.
Yikes!
Delightful!
Everyone watched this scene, looked up at the invigilating teacher who was still engrossed in his phone, thinking about the power of "Wind Control" they possessed; they just felt that Guo Zhun today is like a husband in an adult film, even as the water flows from the bedroom to the living room, he still stupidly watches TV on the sofa.
Guo Zhun, why aren’t you reacting?
Is your nose deaf?
So people couldn’t help but try to use their phones to sneak a picture of Lin Li.
But that person soon realized that sneaking a photo was completely unnecessary.
This guy even makes peace signs in front of the cara, exceptionally bold.
If Lin Li knew what they were thinking, he would have snorted: Back when I got caught for sweeping illicit businesses, I was still making peace signs. This is nothing.
"Ziqiong, want a bite?"
After eating as if savoring the food for a while, during halfti, Lin Li glanced around, briefly exchanging looks with all those watching him, and then, instead of Wu Xuan, he shook the self-heating hot pot toward another buddy and asked with a smile.
The person was stunned for a mont, although not knowing why Lin Li could call out his na, but it didn’t matter now, he imdiately nodded heavily:
"Buddy? Really? Can I?"
To be honest, at this mont, he’s not really craving it; self-heating hot pots aren’t a delicacy, and he did have breakfast today. It’s not a necessity.
The real reason he’s eager at this mont is that he feels this will be a very cool experience.
Having a bite today ans he can brag about it countless tis in the future.
"Of course, go ahead, take it with both hands because it’s quite heavy, and be careful not to burn yourself."
Then, Lin Li reached into the drawer, taking out a pair of disposable chopsticks and a pack of tissues: "Everyone can eat, once you’re done, pass it forward. If girls want to eat, let them use new chopsticks, and be careful not to drip on the books of class 20 students..."
"Okay, thank you!"
The other person nodded excitedly upon hearing this, imdiately holding it with both hands like receiving an imperial edict, extrely respectful.
[During the grand competition, receive recognition from at least 20 sect servant disciples (10/20)]
—Since he opened the hot pot, the task number has occasionally jumped up, and when he started eating, it surged; at this mont, the number has exactly reached half.
The plan’s effect surpassed Lin Li’s expectations.
Yesterday, seeing Wu Xuan just eat a spicy strip and his front desk saying aweso, Lin Li had this idea.
Scent is indeed a way to attract the attention of people.
And during exams, everyone is present, and the audience is much more than during break tis.
Honestly, Lin Li’s initial plan was to use the self-heating hot pot as an opening to attract the attention of everyone in the exam room, letting them have an idea that he knows how to put on a show, and then, like yesterday, gain their recognition through acrobatics or similar thods.
But now it seems he overthought, just eating a self-heating hot pot in the exam room wins their admiration.
Such low expectations, these simpletons.
But Lin Li naturally enjoys this, the easier the better.
"Buddy, can I have a bite too?"
"I also want a bite."
"Just let have a sip of the broth..."
Seeing Lin Li sharing with others, so couldn’t sit still, either whispering or, due to sitting far away, using body language or even notes to convey.
"Sure, it’s all okay, I already spoke with Ziqiong." Lin Li naturally welcod everyone, more than happy for them to eat rather than not.
As for one portion not being enough?
What problem is that?
Amid shocked stares, Lin Li reaches into Doraemon’s desk compartnt.
Lin Li magically pulls out yet another box of self-heating hot pot.
Doraemon, when did you arrive?
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Lin Li opens this box, and everyone is even more shocked to find that this box is already ready to eat and even steaming.
A few who watched the scene all the way through found themselves in disbelief.
They didn’t see Lin Li heating this box.
Was it always in the drawer? Then why wasn’t there steam?
But at this mont, these are just minor details.
"Co, Yi Feng, do you want so?" Lin Li enthusiastically attempts to pass this box of self-heating hot pot to Lin Yi Feng, letting him pass it to the other side.
But Lin Yi Feng looks at the self-heating hot pot and shakes his head: "My mom says don’t eat food from strangers, it might be poisoned."
Lin Li: "Well, you could just snatch it directly; did your mom say anything about grabbing others’ food because the other can’t move fast enough to poison it?"
Lin Yi Feng: "?"
Lin Yi Feng froze.
Lin Yi Feng was bewildered.
Lin Yi Feng had an epiphany!
He nodded, resolutely stretched out his hand, and grabbed the self-heating hot pot—at this mont, he felt Lin Li was more like his mom than his mom!
"Yi Feng, once you’ve tasted it, pass it to that side; for everyone to have a taste, just take one to two bites per person, not more, and be careful not to let the invigilating teacher catch on."
Watching the students on the other side eagerly awaiting, Lin Li made a reassuring gesture to them.
What kind of joke, I’m prepared for this.
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