The Most Random System

Chapter 1002 - 458: Chocolate-Flavored Shit and Shit-Flavored Chocolate Is Not a Single-Choice Question (Part 3)

"There are still a few under Yuezhi’s chair, right? If you want, I can get them for you." Lin Li answered casually, "By the way, do you want the fresh green ones, or the brown aged raisins?"Zhou Baowei, Wang Yuezhi: "(;☉_☉)?"

Zhou Baowei: "Lin Li, are you a dog?"

"Can you stop spreading rumors, Lin Li! The area under my chair is very clean!" Wang Yuezhi felt Lin Li was out of bounds, angrily showing the area beneath his chair.

"So, do you still want it or not?" Lin Li impatiently asked Zhou Baowei.

Smacking his lips, Zhou Baowei tasted the undeniably raisin flavor still lingering in his mouth and nodded, "I do!"

Even if it’s snot, he’d take it!

Remember that famous question?

Would you choose to eat chocolate that tastes like poop, or poop that tastes like chocolate?

If Zhou Baowei were asked to answer.

He would proudly say his answer—depends on the situation, and whether the poop-tasting chocolate can fill him up. If not, he’d settle for chocolate that tastes like poop!

This is the fiery appetite inspired by Bao Wei’s true bloodline! Never underestimate the bond between him and his stomach!

Of course, Bao Wei being able to say such a thing is inseparable from the atmosphere at the back of Class Four.

Just like Bai Bufan naturally accepts being called a dog, Lin Li naturally accepts how he was born, Zhou Baowei naturally accepts his supreme identity as a garbage can.

Only if everyone can joke, will the jokes be funny and at their funniest.

In short, those who can joke about others but resist jokes about themselves can’t hang out with the lads.

"Not bad, you really can be taught!"

Facing Zhou Baowei’s response, Lin Li laughed loudly as he tossed the packet of raisins from his pocket to Zhou Baowei.

...

Winter nights always come earlier than summer ones, when the boys left the dormitory and headed to the playground, it was only 5:50, but the sky was already dark. Though not fully dimmed, the moon was visible.

All the original and newly set up stage lights on the field were already on, beams reaching skywards, leaving clear trails.

The party was about to start, the playground was already bustling with heads, chatter, and noise.

Walked to the Class Four area and sat down.

"Damn, why is the internet suddenly so laggy? My yellow images won’t even load, let alone share." Yang Bangjie frowned.

Yellow Image Brother’s Super Big Crisis!

This is quite a serious problem, and the boys worriedly looked at Yang Bangjie.

"It’s dense with people here, everyone playing on their phones naturally causes lag." Lin Li hit the nail on the head.

"It wasn’t this bad during the sports meet, and we had seniors then too."

"There weren’t as many people crowded in then, and not everyone was present at a sports meet. The total on the field was even less than the full presence of freshmen and sophomores now, not to mention the density." Lin Li chuckled:

"Of course, conspiracies aside, it might be the school deliberately blocking signals, preventing us from playing on our phones."

"Looks like I have to step in." Bai Bufan adjusted his non-existent glasses, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

Lin Li and the others looked at Bai Bufan as if he were an idiot, waiting for his next brag.

"It’s simple to solve this. The school has built-in WIFI. If we can connect to it, we won’t compete for playground signals with others and will definitely load and share images smoothly."

Unexpectedly, Bai Bufan didn’t brag; it makes quite a bit of sense.

"You know the WIFI password?" Qin Zeyu curiously asked.

"I don’t know yet, but you might not know I’m actually a dark-tone hacker. I’ll try to crack it." Bai Bufan sneered, showing his true self.

Qin Zeyu couldn’t hold it: "What the heck are you hacking."

Lin Li scratched his head: "Bufan probably slipped up; he meant to say a dark-tone hacker for low keys—I almost heard it as a dark-tone hacker for low keys."

Qin Zeyu: "666, there’s another level."

But, under everyone’s anticipation, Bai Bufan demonstrated his dark-tone hacker skills—a universal WIFI key!

Hehe, it failed, couldn’t crack it.

Useless.

During Bai Bufan’s group beating, the field’s lights suddenly went dark.

"Respected leaders, dear teachers—"

"Dear students—"

"Good evening everyone!!!"

The hosts’ voices carried through speakers across the playground, pausing the commotion.

"...Tonight, the dazzling stage will ignite Nansang’s passion! Now I announce, the Nansang Middle School New Year’s Gala, officially begins!!"

With the end of the speech, the Nansang Middle School New Year’s Gala officially began.

The crowd quieted down a bit and started watching the show.

...

"Clap, clap—"

"Good!"

As the accompaniment faded, a singing program ended. Though not truly spectacular, the students gave plenty of applause with enthusiasm.

"Thanks to Classmate Fang’s splendid performance, he interpreted through song..."

The alternating hosts began their usual interludes between shows.

Qin Zeyu stretched out, casting a disdainful glance at Wang Ze beside him: "Wang Ze, can’t you stop singing along? Did you take some off-key medicine, singing totally out of tune."

Wang Ze: "So what if you sing in tune, your beloved still ran away, didn’t she?"

Qin Zeyu: "?"

"Are you crazy?" Qin Zeyu cursed with a smile, "I haven’t even found ’her’ yet, how could ’she’ run away?"

Lin Li chuckled, sitting back to reduce the height advantage, always craning necks to watch shows was tiring, so he stood and stretched.

Then his brow slightly furrowed, gazing at two people from the adjacent class who got up to leave.

He watched them.

Or rather, he watched the virtual screen before him.

Ah.

Time for action.