The Most Random System

For a master like him, showcasing strength far beyond a freshman while maintaining his image is not difficult.

Besides, Class Three isn't worth Lin Li going all out.

"You're talking nonsense, how could anyone use strength in this state!"

"Ha-ha!" Lin Li snorted, it was time to let this useless bunch know his prowess: "Come on, let's arm wrestle—what the hell are you guys doing! Let go!"

Lin Li realized belatedly.

This group didn't care at all how many bowls of noodles he ate, they just purely wanted him dead.

Proving oneself was undoubtedly a trap, but these guys were pretty nice, didn't even plan for him to self-prove.

...

"Hey hey!" Bai Bufan, holding a camera, wiggled his eyebrows at Lin Li, who was lying on the ground after some 'interaction' with the basketball hoop, and Zhou Baowei beside him, motioning them to come over.

"What's up?" Lin Li, covered head to toe in anti-slid powder, walked over, confused.

"I just discovered something interesting," Bai Bufan, after ensuring no one's eavesdropping, whispered to the two, "according to my precise calculation, the class monitor took a total of fifty-two photos, of which thirty-nine featured Lin Li, and twenty-six featured Zhou Baowei, do you know what this means?"

Zhou Baowei asked, "What does it mean?"

"Bao Wei, it means that the class monitor has you in her heart, always subconsciously taking photos of you! She must have some feelings for you!" Bai Bufan congratulated Zhou Baowei first, then disdainfully looked at Lin Li, "As for you, Lin Li, it means your damn face is too big, no matter how it's photographed, it always gets in the frame! It's such bad luck."

Zhou Baowei: "?"

Lin Li: "!"

"No!!!" Lin Li was indeed hurt by Bai Bufan's words, he painfully knelt on the ground, wailing his heart out, pounding the basketball court with his fists:

"Damn it, damn it, why do I have such a big face, why do I insult those photos like this, I'd be better off dead, aaahh!!"

Zhou Baowei: "..."

Fists hardened, knuckles stiffened.

These two beasts further honed their beastly traits.

Bai Bufan didn't mistake the name; he deliberately nauseated others!

Insult with oblique words, point at a deer and call it a horse, pointing at Zhou but meaning Lin!

And Lin Li immediately connected, when he said 'better off dead' did he mean himself, even need to say it?

Zhou Baowei squatted down, sure enough, Lin Li was crying hysterically, as if laughing maniacally.

Zhou Baowei couldn't believe it, if after class sorting he was still in the same class with these two, after three years, would there be anyone in society who could still hurt him?

Intolerable, there was no need to tolerate anymore!

"Mount! Tai! Meteorite! Drop!"

Zhou Baowei made a big jump, sitting on the back of kneeling Lin Li.

Lin Li: "?"

Lin Li passed, aged seventeen.

Seeing Lin Li became speechless as his supporting arms started to tremble, Bai Bufan took two steps back in fear, and clicked his tongue:

"Damn, found something more pressuring than Bao Wei's shoes."

Lin Li struggled to lift his head, Bao Wei's weight reminded him of another authentic big fat pig, mnemonic linkage activated, he stuttered:

"Bufan, do you think if a general raises his butt, would that be... temple?"

Bai Bufan: "?"

"If that's a temple, then temple is also a temple eye, then how do you do the fourth exercise of the general's eye-protection drill, press temple and rub eye socket?"

In Lin Li's eyes, there was no loyalty, only the thirst for knowledge.

Zhou Baowei, Bai Bufan: "?"

Shhh, let us think.

Who the hell taught you to define a temple like that?

Though it seems not entirely unreasonable.

"Lin Li, congrats, just got word, the general really likes your speech and invites you to tour Pyongyang, free of charge! And also wants to award you an international honor, but it must be collected in person."

Bai Bufan gave a thumbs up.

Dare to raise a temple, Lin Li is the one for this.

"Lin Li, Bao Wei, come over, this class could be a formidable opponent."

The three turned towards the voice, it was Wang Ze, who was watching other class competitions from the crowd, his expression slightly solemn at this moment.

Looks like he was scouting the enemy.

"Be there." Bai Bufan ran over.

"Be there." Zhou Baowei patted the mule under his butt.

Lin Li was left speechless.

When Lin Li reached Wang Ze's side, he understood what Wang Ze implied by challenging.

This class had at least three Zhou Baoweis.

One of those Zhou Baoweis, even with Zhou Baowei beside, wasn't Baowei enough, slightly showing a tender demeanor.

After watching a match, this class won too easily, with just a whistle, the rope steadily moved towards their class.

Also won with a 2 to 0 sweep, the opposing side didn't even struggle.

"Which class is this?" Bai Bufan asked.

"Class Nine." Wang Ze sighed, "One of the guys is specialized in shot put, I know him, but didn't expect there're a few Baoweis in his class too, who the hell could beat them?

And they seemed to have no weaklings, even if we start Plan B, it might be to no avail."

"I have Plan C." In four there must be 1.333 idea kings, Bai Bufan pushed his non-existent glasses, lowered his voice: "But it requires us few brothers to collaborate."

"How?" Three looked at him.

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

"Yeah, I don't have much going now, nothing keeping me busy lately." Zhou Baowei nodded, he's indeed quite free.

"Then perfect, here's the thing guys, I'll get some cyanide, Lin Li you destroy the school's surveillance system, Wang Ze you find out their daily habits, figure out the best time to poison, Bao Wei you prepare what to say when turning yourself in." Bai Bufan clearly articulated, issuing tactical orders.