The Most Random System-Chapter 693 - 359: Wang Yuezhi Envies the Shanxi People at This Moment_3

"No way, I wouldn't do something like that," Lin Li shrugged and said innocently.

Chen Yu Ying: "Pervert~"

Ding Sihan: "Disgusting!"

Wang Yuezhi: Blood o(╥﹏╥)o Blood.

Wang Yuezhi wasn't good at drawing, so he didn't participate in blackboard or wall paintings, but that didn't stop him from appearing in the classroom at lunchtime.

At this moment, listening to Lin Li, this beastly guy, speak such beastly words, Wang Yuezhi didn't even know what kind of identity to use to feel jealous.

——He wasn't even a Shanxi person.

Wuwuwu TAT.

Lin Li had anticipated Chen Yu Ying's reaction.

Rather than calling it a provocation, Lin Li just wanted to see Chen Yu Ying's response.

The girl turned her face to the blackboard, but seemed to find that made it even weirder, so she reached back and pulled down on her school jacket.

But Chen Yu Ying was overthinking it. Whether it was her butt or her chest, Lin Li, who was being intensely stared at by someone, had no time to look.

Ding Sihan's reaction did surprise Lin Li at first, but after a while, he understood.

After all, Dingzi is quite straightforward, the same in front of people and behind them.

If she drooled over his handsome self, the saliva would drip onto her shoes rather than her clothes.

So Lin Li looked at Ding Sihan, took a deep breath, and solemnly began to chant in the reading tone taught by their Chinese teacher:

"In August the autumn wind whistles fiercely, blowing down my house of three layers of thatch. The thatch flies across the river and sprinkles the river outskirts, the highest one hangs on the tall forest tip..."

Ding Sihan frowned: "What are you reciting?"

Lin Li: "The Ballad of the Thatched Hut Destroyed by the Autumn Wind, don't you know it?"

"I know it, I'm asking why you're suddenly reciting poetry now?" Ding Sihan was even more puzzled.

Lin Li: "This poem tells the story of someone whose house is broken, Dingzi, reciting it for you to hear."

Ding Sihan: "(•́へ•́╬)?"

I'm clear now, everyone, from which idiot did you learn to insult people obliquely?

Before Chen Yu Ying's fleeting laughter came, Ding Sihan's shoe has already fiercely attacked Lin Li's pants.

Who could resist not kicking that!!!

"Lin! Li!"

Although Wang Yuezhi hadn't turned around this whole time, he nodded now, punching the air in front of him.

The most supportive episode.

Lin Li was beaten, covering his head and running away like a rat.

Lin Li felt it necessary to educate everyone on a knowledge point.

A tiger from 0 to 6 years old is called "big cat", from 6 to 12 is "striped", from 12 to 15 is "big bug", at 16 is "Ding Sihan", from 17 to 18 is still called "big bug", from 18 to 24 is called "white eared", from 24 to 30 can be referred to as "mountain gentleman", which is basically the age limit for a tiger, if there is any age beyond, it is generally called "mysterious platform".

Education complete, back to getting beaten.

Finally, Lin Li's pants stopped attacking Ding Sihan's shoes.

"Hu——" Ding Sihan feeling vented, looked at the shoe prints all over Lin Li's trousers, shook her hands satisfied.

Lin Li patted the pant legs, cautiously glancing at Ding Sihan a few times, murmuring:

"Namo·Garba·Dharma·Yaya, Namo·Araya, Porogate·Sarabha..."

"What are you muttering this time?" Ding Sihan noticed Lin Li's mouth was not honest again, but after listening for a while realizing it wasn't poetry but like chanting, completely incomprehensible, she asked perplexed.

Lin Li: "The Great Compassion Mantra."

Ding Sihan: "ﾉ(._.`)?"

Big...Cup curse?

Relief?

Relieve your Mom!

"Go to hell! Lin Li! Disgusting! Don't bully my Ying Bao!" ——Ding Sihan claimed in the name of justice, vanquishing Lin Li.

"Eh? Not? No!! The Great Compassion Mantra, is the immense compassion of the Bodhisattva Guanyin, supreme Bodhi mind, and a crucial mantra for saving the world, practicing Taoism, and becoming enlightened, I'm chanting it to make you enlightened!"

"Ha! Ha!"

...

Reviving after watching an ad, Lin Li and Ding Sihan return from the front of the classroom to sit beside Chen Yu Ying in the back row.

At this moment, Chen Yu Ying, reminiscent of the classic attire preferred by Japanese gyaru, tied her school jacket around her waist, thereby slightly masking her curves.

"Back?" Chen Yu Ying turned at the sound.

"Yes, sir!" Lin Li saluted ∠(°ゝ°).

Lin Li had asked Chen Yu Ying if she minded him playing around like this with Ding Sihan, to which she replied she didn't mind at all, even specially reminding him not to keep a distance from Ding Sihan, otherwise, she'd be sad.

Of course, what a girl says may not always be trustworthy, but after observing, Lin Li confirmed that Chen Yu Ying was sincere before relaxing into the playful banter.

After returning, Lin Li sits back in his seat——the two had to step on their desk's storage locker, Lin Li's spot is right in front of the locker now.

"Monitor," Lin Li reached out to poke Chen Yu Ying's shoe, "The wisdom of our ancestors tells us, enhance the bosom to transform calamity into blessing, clearly this is my good wish to Dingzi, why did she repay kindness with enmity?"

Ding Sihan was right beside but Lin Li still looked up at Chen Yu Ying, without lowering his voice deliberately.

Naturally, the chair back took a kick for Lin Li.

Upon hearing Lin Li's retort, Chen Yu Ying sighed slightly yet smiled, bending over to wave at Lin Li below: "Lin Li, can you come up for a moment?"

"Of course, what's up?" Lin Li stood up and questioned.

Only to see Chen Yu Ying tap his head lightly with a paintbrush, rubbing it back and forth.

"Alright, thank you," leaving only such a half-completed sentence, she turned back to painting, finishing off with: "I've got enough paint now."

——The brush was now yellow with paint.

"Haha."

Sometimes the order of Chinese characters doesn't change the meaning, like "Lin Li laughed out loud" and "Out loud Lin Li laughed."

Lin Li shook his head.

Was the yellow waste in his brain actually useful? Well, that's waste utilization at its finest.

However, Lin Li thought, he can't be entirely blamed for the yellow thoughts.

It's all his mom's fault.

—The mother river is the Yellow River, isn't it normal for people to be a bit yellow?