Noon.
Lin Li limped back to the classroom, feeling a deep ache in his balls.
If you walk by the river often enough, your shoes are bound to get wet.
Bai Bufan had told him at noon that there was something good in their dorm. The moment he went over, though, he was forced to get intimate with the doorframe right in front of everyone.
Broad daylight, under the clear sky—where was the justice?
This was a purely malicious trap orchestrated by Bai Bufan and Zhou Baowei.
Those sewer rats who couldn't stand seeing others do well said he had been too cocky lately and needed to be taken down a peg.
Hadn't he merely tricked them, spread rumors about them, and beaten them up recently?
So what?
Why didn't they reflect on their own problems? As the ones being bullied, could they really claim they were blameless? He was furious, shaking, and chilled to the bone.
Lin Li's physical condition had improved considerably, but two fists could not beat four hands, especially since they had even called in Class 4's Right Protector, Wang Ze.
Wang Ze was a legend. Once, in a fit of extreme rage, he had bent an HRB400 threaded steel bar with his bare hands. When he was little, he had also fallen freely from the eighteenth floor without any protective measures and landed without a scratch.
Lin Li believed all of it without question. After all, Wang Ze was a sports student. When he was building up power, he had invincibility frames. This was all basic stuff.
Just as the 180-centimeter Zhou Baowei naturally despised Bai Bufan for claiming to be 178, Wang Ze, whose standard sports student height was 185, naturally despised Lin Li for claiming to be 183.
So when Wang Ze joined