"Bai Bufan: Voice message, 60s."
"Bai Bufan: Voice message, 60s."
"Bai Bufan has requested a voice call."
"You declined."
"Bai Bufan: Come on, come on, Lin Li, turn your mic on! Turn your mic on!!!!"
"Lin Li: Donnie Yen meme. (See? Getting anxious again.)"
Lin Li did not even tap any of those voice messages. He did not need to guess what Bai Bufan's filthy mouth was about to spew. Although everyone was cursing imaginary online mothers, there was no need to volunteer to get cursed at.
Sixty seconds was WeChat's limit, not Bai Bufan's.
There might not even be just one voice in there. Opening it could unleash the impassioned combo attack of his entire dorm.
"Bai Bufan: The rising sun at dawn, the emerald glow of evening; crimson mist at sunset, like campfires at dusk."
Bai Bufan suddenly wrote himself a poem. Through its depiction of natural scenery, the entire poem expressed the author's homesickness.
Lin Li ignored it.
"Bai Bufan: I have truly had enough of your baseless slander. The bond between us is broken! Baowei and I will bully you together! Listen up, this weekend we're holding an insanely awesome party. Every big name in the school will be there, but guess who won't get an invitation? American varsity-jacket guy dancing meme."
"Lin Li: No problem, bro. While you guys are at the party, I'll be cracking down on vice this weekend."
"Bai Bufan: ?"
"Bai Bufan: Brother, have you already found a target?"
"Lin Li: I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Bai Bufan: Hey, bro, isn't this just a flood washing over the Dragon King Temple? Guess what, I suddenly remembered that while I don't have hemorrhoids, I can learn! I love hemorrhoids the most!"
"Lin Li: Aren't you going to keep bullying