Chapter 240 : Bai Bufan Says Everyone in Class 4 Needs Financial Planning

"When did I make three wishes?" Wang Ze didn't react in time and asked in confusion.

Bai Bufan, who was waiting on the side for blood to flow like a river, immediately shook his head at Wang Ze with the helpless look of watching an idiot:

"Wang Ze is really a dummy."

"Class is in session, class is in session. Sentence appreciation: 'Bro, you'll still help me bring breakfast tomorrow, right?'"

"In this sentence, you first wished to continue being brothers with Lin Li, then you wished to still have a tomorrow, and finally you wished to have breakfast to eat. Isn't that three wishes?

"Lin Li saying you're greedy is completely correct. You really are like a Kinder Joy egg, making three wishes all at once."

Bai Bufan's analysis was very detailed.

Wang Ze: "..."

Fuck.

So that's three wishes?

I'm going to fight you guys who know the art of language.

Looking at Lin Li's smile, Wang Ze felt that although he was currently in a school, he was getting further and further away from the halls of academia, and closer and closer to the halls of a blood-soaked funeral.

"Wang Ze, I think, actually Lin Li mainly feels that asymmetry doesn't look good. Trust me, step a pattern on this side too, and he'll immediately be happy." Bai Bufan didn't mind making things worse. Since it had come to this, it really wouldn't make sense if someone didn't die to liven things up.

Throwing a punch in the air at Bai Bufan, Wang Ze squatted down, wiped Lin Li's shoe upper with his palm, and looked up at Lin Li with innocent eyes.

"These are still new shoes," Lin Li's voice was very cold.

Wang Ze: "Where are the old ones? Where did you recycle them?"

Lin Li: "?"

Continuing to maintain a nuclear-friendly smile, Lin Li began to crack his knuckles, making popping sounds: "Wang Ze, seeing you right now gives me an unnamed fire."

Before Wang Ze could continue flattering, Bai Bufan's voice came over:

"In your lower abdomen?"

Lin Li, Wang Ze: "?"

"It's okay, I understand you, Lin Li. I used to spend money extravagantly and had no habit of keeping accounts at all. But ever since I saw Wang Ze, I subconsciously keep accounts every day. So it's human nature for you to have an unnamed fire; it's proof that you have a lot of life experience."

Bai Bufan was very gratified to find a fellow enthusiast and patted Lin Li's shoulder.

"We'll release this unnamed fire together, but now is not the right time. Another day."

Lin Li, Wang Ze: "?"

"You're fucking turning the world upside down too!" Wang Ze's eyes widened, and he covered his butt.

It's always been others afraid of being fucked by me, how come there are masters here too?

Class 4 of the first year was completely ruined.

But Wang Ze was actually still grateful to Bai Bufan. After all, if it weren't for him, Lin Li's unnamed fire would still be directed at him.

—Now it was vented on him.

"Beep—!!"

The five minutes were up quickly. The referee blew the whistle, signaling the start of the second round.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to get some powder. My hands are clean, weird." The three who were messing around stopped. Wang Ze looked at his hands, which had returned to their flesh color, and said in confusion.

Lin Li looked at his school uniform, which was completely white on the chest, back, and shoulders, and sneered.

The victory in the second round was even faster than the first. After all, the strength on paper was right there. It wasn't like they could turn defeat into victory just by regrouping.

A small victory is still a victory. While the boys were celebrating, Chen Yuying was clicking away with her camera on the side.

"Class Rep, how are the photos?" Seeing this, Lin Li naturally reached out and asked.

"I took a lot, do you want to see?" Chen Yuying nodded upon hearing this, took off the camera hanging on her body, and handed it to Lin Li.

"I want to see too! Let me take a look!" Several boys nearby gathered around.

Opening the camera's photo album, Lin Li began to browse the photos.

Wang Ze and Bai Bufan, who had leaned in, gradually fell silent.

Except for the celebration photos just taken, most of the previous photos captured scenes that occurred during the tug-of-war match.

Therefore, the rope was pulled taut, and the classmates all had ferocious expressions with bulging veins. In the front row, Chen Tianming and Zhuo Yongfei had their teeth clenched and faces flushed red; in the middle, Ding Sihan, Qu Wanqiu, and the other girls had messy hair and distorted expressions; at the back, the large-displacement aircraft carrier Zhou Baowei was baring his teeth, seemingly using all the strength he had for eating.

But this absolutely couldn't be blamed on Chen Yuying. It's a tug-of-war match, this is very normal. It was supposed to record such demeanor.

But.

But!

There was an animal standing in the middle of the team, holding the rope with both hands, but seemingly effortless. Not a single hair was out of place, a confident smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and in a few photos, the moment the lens focused on him, he even fucking winked!

Animal, what an animal.

How to put it? It felt like in the recorded scenes, everyone else was using the strength they used to suckle milk, while that animal was the one suckling milk.

So the resulting presentation was that whenever a photo involved the back of Class 4's tug-of-war team, the arrangement was "ferocious giant pig shit, handsome Lin Li who makes people want to keep accounts, ferocious ugly sports student shit, ferocious extraordinary dog shit."

Realizing everyone's gaze was on him, Lin Li blinked innocently: "What's wrong? I just naturally have a good sense of the camera. What's with those expressions?"

"You were only focused on looking handsome, you weren't exerting any force at all!"

"Eating shit! Eating shit! Lin Li, what's the difference between this and us fighting to the death on the front lines while you're doing a big job with our wives in the logistics department!"

"Eat! Let Lin Li eat! I'll poop right now! I was holding it in anyway!"

Lin Li's situation of being beautiful alone obviously aroused public anger, and everyone's gazes gradually became dangerous.

Everyone seemed to have an unnamed fire in their lower abdomens.

"Don't blindly hate. Although I have a good sense of the camera, I still used the strength I should have used. I didn't hold everyone back," Lin Li quickly emphasized.

For a master like him, it wasn't difficult to exert strength far exceeding that of a high school freshman while maintaining his image.

Moreover, Class 3 wasn't worthy of Lin Li using his full strength.

"Bullshit, how could you exert force in this state!"

"Hehe!" Lin Li sneered. It was time to let these useless things know his power: "Come on, let's arm wrestle—what the fuck are you guys doing! Let go!"

Lin Li realized it too late.

These people didn't care how many bowls of noodles he had eaten; they purely wanted him dead.

Proving oneself is undoubtedly a trap, but these people were quite nice; they didn't even plan to let him prove himself.

...

"Hey, hey!" Bai Bufan, holding the camera, winked at Lin Li, who was lying on the ground after having a relationship with the basketball hoop, and Zhou Baowei next to him, signaling them to come over.

"What's wrong?" Lin Li, covered in anti-slip powder, walked over and asked in confusion.

"I just discovered something interesting," Bai Bufan looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then whispered to the two, "After my precise calculation, the Class Rep took a total of fifty-two photos. Lin Li appeared in thirty-nine of them, and Zhou Baowei appeared in twenty-six. Do you know what this means?"

Zhou Baowei asked: "What does it mean?"

"Baowei, it means the Class Rep has you in her heart and will always subconsciously take pictures of you! She definitely has feelings for you!" Bai Bufan first congratulated Zhou Baowei, then looked at Lin Li with disdain: "As for you, Lin Li, it means your fucking face is too big, you manage to get in the frame no matter how she shoots! So unlucky."

Zhou Baowei: "?"

Lin Li: "!"

"No!!!" Lin Li was truly hurt by Bai Bufan's words. He knelt on the ground in pain, shouting hoarsely, pounding the basketball court with his fists, tears streaming down his face:

"Damn it, damn it, how could I have such a big face? How could I insult those photos like this? I might as well die, ah ah!!"

Zhou Baowei: "..."

Hard, my fists are hard.

These two animals had improved in the aspect of being animals.

Bai Bufan didn't say the wrong name; this guy was deliberately disgusting people!

Pointing at the mulberry tree to curse the locust tree, calling a deer a horse, pointing at Zhou to talk about Lin!

And Lin Li immediately followed up. Did it even need to be said whether the person he said "might as well die" was himself?

Zhou Baowei squatted down. Sure enough, Lin Li, who was crying hoarsely, was crying like he was laughing maniacally.

Zhou Baowei couldn't believe it. If he was still in the same class as these two guys after the class division, then after three years, who in society could possibly hurt him?

No longer able to endure, no need to endure anymore!

"Mount! Tai! Meteor! Strike!"

Zhou Baowei took a big leap and sat on the back of the kneeling Lin Li.

Lin Li: "?"

Lin Li died, aged seventeen.

Looking at Lin Li, who suddenly stopped making a sound and whose arms supporting his body began to tremble, Bai Bufan stepped back two steps in lingering fear and clicked his tongue:

"Fuck, found an existence with even more pressure than Baowei's shoes."

Lin Li struggled to raise his head. Baowei's weight reminded him of another authentic big fat pig. The associative memory method activated, so he stumbled to speak:

"Bufan, tell me, if the General stuck his butt up, would that count as... temples?"

Bai Bufan: "?"

"If these are temples, then temples are also sun eyes. So tell me, when doing the fourth section of the General's eye exercises, 'rubbing the temples and scraping the eye sockets', how should it be done?"

There was no loyalty in Lin Li's eyes, only a thirst for knowledge.

Zhou Baowei, Bai Bufan: "?"

Don't be noisy, let us think.

Who the fuck taught you to define temples like that?

Although it doesn't seem unreasonable.

"Lin Li, congratulations. I just got the news that the General really likes your remarks and invites you to travel to Pyongyang, all food and accommodation covered! He also wants to give you an international honor, but you must go receive it in person." Bai Bufan gave a thumbs up.

Daring to fuck the temples, Lin Li is the man.

"Lin Li, Baowei, come here. This class might be a tough opponent."

Hearing the voice, the three turned their heads. It was Wang Ze, who was watching other classes' matches from outside the crowd in the distance. At this moment, his expression was slightly solemn.

It seemed he went to spy on the enemy.

"Coming." Bai Bufan ran over.

"Coming." Zhou Baowei patted the mule under his butt.

Lin Li couldn't say it.

When Lin Li arrived beside Wang Ze, he understood what he meant by "tough."

This class had at least three Zhou Baoweis.

One of the Zhou Baoweis made Zhou Baowei look not Zhou Baowei enough when standing next to him, a bit like a little bird resting on a person.

After observing one match, this class won too easily. As soon as the whistle blew, the rope steadily moved towards their class.

It was also an easy 2-0 sweep. The other side didn't even have a struggling phase.

"Which class is this?" Bai Bufan asked.

"Class 9," Wang Ze sighed. "That bro is a sports student specializing in shot put, I know him. But I didn't expect their class to have several Baoweis besides him. Who the fuck can out-pull them?

"And there don't seem to be any weaklings. Even if we activate Plan B, it probably won't help."

"I have Plan C." Where there are four people, there must be 1.333 idea men. Bai Bufan pushed his non-existent glasses and lowered his voice: "But it requires the cooperation of us brothers."

"How do we do it?" The three looked at him.

"First, someone needs to have time," Bai Bufan looked at Zhou Baowei. "Baowei, do you have time?"

"Yeah, I have nothing going on right now, nothing to be busy with recently." Zhou Baowei nodded, he was indeed very free.

"Then it's OK. Here's the plan, brothers. I'll go get some cyanide, Lin Li, you go destroy the school's surveillance system, Wang Ze, you go figure out their daily habits to see when is the best time to poison them, and Baowei, you prepare what to say when you turn yourself in." Bai Bufan gave clear tactical instructions.

Lin Li and Wang Ze nodded: "Yes, sir!"

Zhou Baowei: "?"

"Wait! What the fuck did you just ask about my time for?!" He realized it too late.

"Don't worry, don't worry. Although poisoning four people will get you life imprisonment even at sixteen, as long as you behave well, you can definitely get it reduced to a fixed term and then get paroled. Calculating it this way, it'll only take thirty years, maybe even less. Baowei, see you then," Bai Bufan explained.

Zhou Baowei: "?"

"Fuck! Then I don't have time! I don't have time!"

"This is a good opportunity to save you thirty years of hard work, Baowei, don't fail to cherish it," Lin Li frowned and persuaded. "And you're not even willing to kill a few people for the class, you're being a bit selfish."

Zhou Baowei: "..."

"Who the fuck told you to call this saving thirty years of hard work? And who the fuck told you to define selfish like this?"

"It's true. Haven't you heard the saying: four easy years in college, forty hard years after graduation; but if you work hard for four years in college, you'll work hard for forty-four years in total." Lin Li shrugged and analyzed,

"The ways to reduce the struggle in life are either finding a rich older woman or finding the King of Hell."

Zhou Baowei: "..."

He couldn't refute it for a moment.

He was clumsy with words and couldn't out-talk Lin Li and Bai Bufan.

But he knew how to do other things.

"Mount! Tai! Meteor! Strike!"

Lin Li: "? Wait! I just respawned, new account, don't str—"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Li died again, aged seventeen.

...

Because no one was willing to sacrifice this time, the idea man's idea failed.

They could only deal with whatever came their way.

The other classes didn't seem to have particularly strong opponents.

The tug-of-war ended. Wang Ze went to train, Baowei had to go back to the dorm first, and Lin Li and Bai Bufan headed to the cafeteria to eat.

Bai Bufan elbowed Lin Li and asked: "Back to the main topic, are you really treating to shoot real guns this weekend?"

"Yes," Lin Li nodded.

"No, did you really strike it rich?" Bai Bufan frowned.

"You could say that."

"How did you strike it rich?"

"When I went home exhausted last night, my mom suddenly called me and told me that our family actually has thirty million in assets. The past seventeen years were just to train me, and now the seventeen-year period is up, welcoming the return of the rich second generation."

Lin Li nodded.

Bai Bufan didn't take it seriously and said with a smile: "Haha, I've had this fantasy too, and I even tested my mom beforehand. But she said she's still waiting for my grandma's call, and when my grandma calls her, she'll contact me."

"Haha," Lin Li nodded.

The little joke was fleeting. The two continued walking towards the cafeteria without further conversation.

Silence.

Silence.

Si—

"You should fucking deny it! Tell me you were just joking right now! Lin Li! Hurry up, say this isn't true, you're joking, and then I'll laugh heartily hahahaha, pat your shoulder, and say 'Lin Li wow you're so humorous, this meme is fresh and good!' Then we'll continue making poor people jokes and cursing this damn world!"

The silence was fleeting. Lin Li's collar was grabbed by Bai Bufan. Bai Bufan pressed his forehead against Lin Li's, veins bulging on his forehead, and he roared.

The other students around were startled.

But Lin Li just looked at Bai Bufan.

A smile was Lin Li's protective color.

"This isn't true! Right! This isn't true!"

"You couldn't really have encountered this! You couldn't have betrayed our class, right? Lin Li, I can't accept this!"

Lin Li didn't find the current scene funny; he only saw a desperate Bai Bufan.

A... desperate Bai Bufan who saw his brother driving a Land Rover.

"You couldn't really have thirty million, right!" The silent treatment was truly terrifying. Lin Li remained silent, and Bai Bufan's lips trembled as he made his final dying struggle.

"Alright, alright, I was lying to you." Lin Li finally couldn't bear to see Bai Bufan continue like this and spoke helplessly.

"Right, right, that's how it should be. Scared me to death, I almost really thought you became a rich second generation. I really feel sorry for you." Bai Bufan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looking relieved and regretful.

"I only have 1.8 million." Lin Li finished his sentence.

Bai Bufan, who was still wiping his sweat, froze with his hand in front of his forehead.

After great joy and great sorrow, his emotions could finally no longer fluctuate. Bai Bufan looked at Lin Li with difficulty, seeking a true answer.

Lin Li patted Bai Bufan's shoulder: "In a person's life, there are always many unexpected events."

Bai Bufan shook his head: "But I hate unexpected events."

"I'm talking about unexpected wealth."

"Then again, sometimes I quite like unexpected events," Bai Bufan nodded.

"I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about me," Lin Li smiled.

"I hate unexpected events, all unexpected events." I really need to learn from Bai Bufan for the text "The Chameleon".

"It does have something to do with my family, it's hard to explain. Just pretend I won a hundred thousand in the lottery yesterday. I have a considerable amount of disposable property, the kind where spending a bit more doesn't matter." Lin Li patted Bai Bufan's shoulder and said.

Thinking about it, saying he became a rich second generation didn't seem appropriate either. It was better to conclude it this way.

Bai Bufan had no energy left to complain. He reached into Lin Li's pocket and took out his meal card: "Five dishes and one soup, no rice."

Lin Li: "Mhm."

Bai Bufan became even more desperate.

Fuck, Lin Li is playing for real.

The sunny October day was so cold. Bai Bufan really wanted to stick his hands into someone else's wallet to warm them up.

(End of Chapter)