The Most Random System

The correct answer is that the Middle East Region is primarily subtropical, tropical desert climate, characterized by large temperature differences between day and night, thick walls, small windows, which help with heat insulation and cold prevention.

But Bai Bufan's answer was 'thick walls for bulletproofing, small windows, convenient for shooting'.

Then he just stood there.

For this one time, Lin Li was willing to stand up for Bai Bufan; Bufan's answer wasn't wrong!

Of course, if you ask Lin Li if he truly stood up for Bufan.

Then the conversation would need to be reconsidered.

"Let's go!" Lin Li nodded and began stretching his muscles.

Starting this week, those fun projects are set to begin competing one after another, and like tug-of-war, which can't be conducted multiple times in a short period, with only two teams participating in one match, it naturally has to start early.

Today is the first round; there was no drawing lots, simply class one versus class two, class three versus class four, and so on.

The top ten will start drawing lots.

"I've already investigated class three," Chen Tianming came up and said.

"What's their level?" Bai Bufan inquired.

"I'm already studying the finals' opponent," Chen Tianming replied.

Bai Bufan: "..."

"If we lose because of your jinx, you better be prepared to stand on your head facing the sun, Tianming," Bai Bufan commented.

"Don't worry, it's solid. Feels like their whole class's weight combined is not as heavy as Bao Wei," Chen Tianming waved his hand, then with some expectation added, "I hope class seventeen can advance too, eventually facing us, so win or lose, it'll become a topic for me and Qiaoqiao."

Zhou Baowei: "Chen Tianming, damn it, what am I in your eyes?"

Chen Tianming, entering his simp mode, ignored him.

"He's Qiaoqiao's fun toy," Lin Li answered for him.

"What toy?"

"Collar," Bai Bufan answered.

"That makes sense," Zhou Baowei nodded, then clasped his fists, speaking with a murderous intent:

"To add weight for the afternoon competition, I'm deliberately not pooping; this time, we will definitely win."

Lin Li, Bai Bufan: "?"

"During the tug-of-war, you must stand last; if you stand in front, I'm quitting," both said in unison.

Humans do break limits when exerting strength.

Standing behind Zhou Baowei, such a scenario requires medicine.

Especially when shouting 'pull!', who knows where Zhou Baowei might have done the pulling.

Zhou Baowei: "?"

"Don't worry; someone mature and stable like me will definitely stand at the end of the rope as the anchor," Zhou Baowei said calmly.

"Weight and stability are visible, but mature is reversed; you are more like thoroughly cooked," Lin Li commented.

Zhou Baowei: "..."

"Old Jian's here, come out quickly, let's go." Wang Ze poked his head in the door, calling out to the group.

Tug-of-war is a mix of male and female, eight boys and eight girls, only freshmen have this competition because after class distribution, some classes might not be able to gather eight boys or girls.

The monk class and nun class have no human rights.

In such class competitions, students not participating also naturally need to go cheer for their class, so class four first came out as a whole team, then casually went downstairs.

Basketball court.

When class four came down, the court was already crowded with people since many classes gathered here.

However, the school only prepared four tug-of-war ropes, some classes had to wait for others to finish.

"That little girl is so cute," Zhang Haoyang pointed in the distance, whispering.

On the court's edge, a doll-like little girl was very noticeable in her bubble skirt instead of a uniform, tiptoeing, trying to peek out from the crowd, clutching a melting lollipop.

Probably the daughter of a teacher.

"You should all stand in a line and distribute one each--," Lin Li glanced at Zhang Haoyang upon hearing.

"Really? Give me!" Zhang Haoyang got excited, Pan Hong possessed.

"Lin Li, why did I receive a 5.56?" Bai Bufan raised his hand, puzzled.

"Would you come if I didn't say that?" Lin Li no longer pretended.

Zhang Haoyang: "..."

You two damn it.

"Still giving addresses? Going or not?" Lin Li looked at Zhang Haoyang.

"Giving! But I have a request; 5.56 bullets are still too big. Can we switch to smaller calibers like .22? I prefer smaller ones," Zhang Haoyang nodded, sincerely giving his suggestion.

Lin Li: "?"

This needs the smallest too?

Damn.

"You damn stubborn!" Lin Li laughed and swore.

"Don't worry, buddy, my obsession is purely with anime stuff. If anyone really tried anything bad in reality, the whole family would suffer," Zhang Haoyang laughed, explaining to ease Lin Li and the others' murderous intent.

"By the way, Bufan, want to go shooting this weekend?" Since 5.56 was mentioned, Lin Li suddenly remembered and turned to ask Bai Bufan.

Last week, due to lack of time, Lin Li gave up on real shooting experience.

But this weekend is normal, and now Lin Li has both time and money, so with the idea, why not execute it?

Going alone is a bit boring, better to share the fun, so Lin Li plans to bring Bai Bufan along.

As for the girls, he can ask them later.

One prospers, all rise!

"Tianming said your size is off, I'm not joining you, afraid I'll feel inferior," Bai Bufan expressed refusal.

Lin Li: "…I'm talking about real guns."

"Real guns? How do you play real guns?" Bai Bufan sounded confused.

"I plan to go to a live ammunition shooting club this weekend to try real guns, asking if you want to come?"

"Huh? How do you go? Where? Is there such a place here?" Bai Bufan seemed bewildered, completely unfamiliar with it.