If Middle Man doesn’t mind, Lin Li is willing to waste a dinner ti to help him keep an eye on Chen Yu Ying, ensuring that during the entire surveillance, no scene of Chen Yu Ying eating alone with any guy appears.
But considering that Middle Man would probably mind, Lin Li didn’t volunteer.
Ah, pitiful is the heart of every father.
"Knock, knock, knock." Arriving at the dormitory of Class Four, Lin Li knocked on the door.
"Who’s there?" Bai Bufan’s voice ca in.
"Egg seller." Lin Li answered.
"What eggs?" Footsteps and Chen Tianming’s laugh ca from within.
"Haven’t you heard of Jia Qianqian’s poem ’Into the City’?"
"A city the size of a palm, a door the width of two fingers, the soymilk man has gone in, the egg seller’s knocking."
When Chen Tianming opened the door, Lin Li walked in with his hands behind his back, reciting poetry with rhythm and emotion.
Inside the dorm were not only Chen Tianming and Bai Bufan; unexpectedly, Wang Ze, who shouldn’t have stayed on campus this week, was there too, lying on Zhou Baowei’s lower bunk.
Chen Tianming: "What kind of deadbeat poem."
Wang Ze: "Lin Li, is there a city where only the back door is accessible? A friend of mine asked to inquire for him."
"Great poem! Great poem! Lin Li, you recite poetry so eloquently!"
Originally playing on his phone on the upper bunk, Bai Bufan sat upright, admiring Lin Li, expressing sentints completely different from these two vulgar fellows:
"’A city the size of a palm’ sounds small, yet marks out the initial pressure and oppression a big city poses on newcors—tall buildings and wide roads, but their own space and sense of belonging are exceptionally narrow; ’a door the width of two fingers’ is even more poignant, it’s not just a physical door, but more like a threshold, symbolizing how difficult it is to integrate into a new environnt and achieve recognition.
The last two lines then use an ordinary scene to taphorically highlight real disparities; so have barely squeezed into the seams of city life and found their place, while others are still striving, waiting for an opportunity to be accepted. This is not just two kinds of vendors; it’s clearly a reflection of people at different stages of city life!
This poem uses a montage of life fragnts instead of grand narratives to achieve the sharpest critique of reality within this seemingly ordinary straightforward writing—brilliant, truly brilliant!"
Lin Li’s eyes lit up: "Bufan, no one understands poetry better than you! Only you can see through the profound aning behind this poem!"
Then Lin Li glanced at Chen Tianming and Wang Ze, his tone suddenly disdainful: "Unlike so people, who are vulgar and speak coarsely."
Chen Tianming, Wang Ze: "..."
Wang Ze gave Lin Li the finger, while Chen Tianming, sitting, looked up at Bai Bufan, laughingly cursing:
"Bufan, aren’t you good at making things up? With that analytical ability, shouldn’t reading comprehension and ancient poetry interpretation be a breeze for you? So why are your language scores always not high?"
"You don’t understand," Bai Bufan shook his head and explained, "After my research, I found my brain is basically a pirated website."
"It runs terribly slow, takes forever to load a sentence, morizing two words is exceedingly difficult, and the server constantly goes offline, 404. If my thoughts are slightly active, I easily trigger the neighboring yellow sticky ads."
"But only when I click those yellow ads, triggering the underlying code, can my brain actually start to function! After all, a pirated website exists solely for that mont!"
Chen Tianming: "...Makes sense."
Chen Tianming suddenly found himself unable to argue.
If you replace the yellow ads with Qiaoqiao ads, honestly, this theory even applies to his own mind.
"Wang Ze, why are you here?" Lin Li looked at Wang Ze.
"Waiting for Qian Ying to co in the afternoon so we can go see a movie together." Wang Ze chuckled.
"The cinema has surveillance, so watch yourself, don’t wear your school uniform. I’ve earned a lot of face for Nansang Middle School outside, I don’t want soone like you to ruin it." Lin Li reminded him.
"What are you babbling about," Wang Ze laughed and cursed, "Just watching a movie, what surveillance or not, no one would shalessly make out or even do that in a cinema, right? I despise people like that."
Lin Li: "(〝▼皿▼)!"
For so reason, Lin Li suddenly felt a bit annoyed with Wang Ze.
Lin Li thought that judging people this way was rather hasty.
"You sure stand by your word, Wang Ze. Can you swear to that then," Bai Bufan poked his head down from the upper bunk, looking at Wang Ze below inquiring:
"I’ve even thought of the vow content: if ever you do that, you’ll marry a female postgraduate from Wuhan University, and after marriage all property becos joint property, then during divorce let a female judge decide."
Wang Ze: "(;☉_☉)?"
Lin Li: "(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧!"
Bufan, you’re my spoken substitute!
Wang Ze scratched his head, opened his mouth but eventually failed to speak.
Damn it, can’t say it, this vow is just too venomous.
Wang Ze felt like he didn’t deserve this.
"Anyway..." Wang Ze could only utter with a laugh.
Seeing Wang Ze’s reaction, Bai Bufan snorted and ignored him, looking instead at Lin Li curiously asking:
"Lin Li, did you get your driver’s license? Let have a look, I’ve never seen what a driver’s license looks like."
"Buddy, do I ever not get things done? I already have the electronic license; I’ll send soone to fetch the physical license tomorrow," Lin Li confidently and smugly shrugged: "You all should respect more from now on—I am officially a certified driver, driving legally."
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