Chicken Farm Is Great, Chicken Farm Must Be Learned

Chicken Farm Is Great, Chicken Farm Must Be Learned

"Useless? I didn't expect you to have some skill after all. Then I can only invite my old man to possess me! Demons and monsters, get away! Demons and monsters, get away—"

Facing Bai Bufan's crazed antics, Lin Li merely glanced up at him without saying anything.

But at this moment, silence spoke louder than words.

Bai Bufan understood what that look meant—where did this idiot come from? Don't say you know me.

It really was a little embarrassing to do that in the cafeteria. Feeling the surrounding gazes looking at him like he was a mentally disabled child, Bai Bufan sheepishly sat down, then asked with interest:

"So what exactly happened to you? Did something stimulate you?

Could it be that Chen Yuying said you could confess to her if you made it into the top hundred in your grade? Or did relatives at home mock you for being useless, so you set a three-week deadline to make them see you in a new light?"

Chen Yuying was the Class Monitor of Class 4. In the class, she was already considered the prettiest girl, and she knew how to dress herself up, so her looks were leagues above everyone else's in Class 4.

—Nansang didn't allow makeup. "Dressing up" meant managing a hairstyle that suited her, pairing it with little accessories like hair clips, bracelets, and necklaces, and making slight adjustments to the loose School Uniform, among other methods.

Lin Li did have a favorable impression of her, but it came from an appreciation of beauty. To put it bluntly, it could even be understood as lust—an attraction he felt toward all pretty girls.

As for liking her, much less loving her, there was absolutely none of that.

Of course, if Chen Yuying confessed to him, Lin Li felt that he would happily accept—though that was just wishful thinking. Most adolescent boys had little fantasies like that.

As for why Bai Bufan brought it up, it was purely because Lin Li had helped Chen Yuying bring breakfast a few times. Even when friends knew the real story, they would deliberately tease him in situations like this.

"Bufan, your top priority right now is uninstalling Qidian. You're such a fine kid—how did reading novels turn your brain to mush?" Skipping over Chen Yuying, Lin Li took a sip of soup and said regretfully.

"Hehe~" Bai Bufan scratched his head, then nodded in understanding. "So you suddenly just want to study hard? Like when I decided to quit lust?"

"You can understand it that way. I feel guilty if I don't study properly, so I'm going to work hard. But please, absolutely do not lump it together with your quitting lust." Lin Li warned him solemnly.

Back when Bai Bufan quit lust for a week, his seven days went like this: Day one of quitting lust.

Day one of quitting lust.

Day two of quitting lust.

Day one of quitting lust.

Day two of quitting lust.

Day three of quitting lust.

Negative two days of quitting lust.

As for why he still owed two days by the seventh day, it was because he went to a Daoist temple to practice his craft in revenge, doing it so frequently that one day was stronger than three.

"Heh, don't speak too soon," Bai Bufan replied. "I don't think you can keep this up for long."

"...Maybe." Lin Li did not refute Bai Bufan. After thinking about it, once he completed this task, he probably would find it difficult to continue studying with such intense focus. There was no need to make grand claims.

Lin Li had also discovered something about the system that he couldn't help mocking.

The five morning classes were Chinese, English, Physics, General Technology, and Math.

During English class, no matter how seriously Lin Li studied, the progress bar did not move even a tiny bit.

In other words, this stupid system didn't recognize English as a subject. Though if he forced himself to understand it, it did make sense—after all, in the Cultivation World, English was probably a completely useless foreign language.

You: "How are you?"

Great cultivator: "What gibberish are you speaking? Speak human language or die!"

This system even had personal preferences.

Still, Lin Li's English grades were average, and his spoken English was a complete mess, so he very much agreed with the system.

Remember: the first word in the 3,500-word English college entrance exam vocabulary list was "abandon"—give up.

But once his memory improved, his English grades would naturally rise as well. Once he had enough vocabulary and could understand what he read, English was honestly pretty easy.

Lin Li had also tested it. Even when the teacher was out of class, seriously and attentively previewing and reviewing on his own could not affect the progress bar.

All he could say was that this system remained rigid to the extreme. If it said a teacher from within the sect had to be giving a lesson as a prerequisite, then that condition had to be met before it would recognize it.

It seemed he couldn't avoid Entering the Game in Person.

After dinner, Lin Li went to the convenience store and bought some snacks. Mainly because when people were focused, they quickly became tired and needed to replenish some nutrients.

He would definitely need to keep some on hand over the next few days.

When the Evening Self-Study dismissal bell rang, Lin Li rushed out of the classroom just like yesterday.

"Lin Li must have someone else outside behind my back." Watching Lin Li's retreating figure, Bai Bufan sighed meaningfully.

"Think on the bright side. Maybe it's not a person. Maybe it's a Komodo dragon." Bai Bufan's roommate, Zhou Baowei, comforted him.

"As long as it's not a girl, it's fine," Bai Bufan said.

"You really are gay? Fuck, and you wear white socks! You're not allowed to sit on my bed anymore!" Zhou Baowei covered his ass and backed away.

"Idiot, I'm genuinely afraid Lin Li might find a girl outside," Bai Bufan said, scratching his hair with some dejection. "If my brother lives well, that hurts worse than killing me! I'm willing to trade half my single life for Lin Li to stay single for the rest of his life."

"An ultimate one-for-one trade. I acknowledge your brotherhood." Zhou Baowei gave him a thumbs-up. "Good thing I'm not close with you."

"Who do you think I'm using the other half of my life to trade for a lifetime of being single?" Bai Bufan raised his head and looked at Zhou Baowei.

"..."

Zhou Baowei said, "Fuck your mother—"

Lin Li had no idea that someone had already cursed him.

He had already ridden his bike to the location of the Chicken Farm from Task Two.

But he did not rashly go inside. Instead, he rode across the street, took out his phone, pretended to be on a call, and paced back and forth on the opposite side.

He was actually observing the enemy situation.

A Chicken Farm like this should have some vigilance. If he stood outside and openly stared at the place the whole time, he might get marked without even realizing it.

Going inside would definitely give him more information, but Lin Li did not plan to do that.

It would be easy to alert the enemy, and the group-buying app showed that the minimum cost of visiting the shop was ninety-nine yuan.

Student IDs didn't get discounts. So infuriating.

He couldn't exactly go in, ask a bunch of questions, and then leave immediately. That would easily create trouble for when he truly Entered the Game in Person.

Lin Li kept up this "call" for around half an hour.

Over those thirty minutes, only one group of customers entered. They were probably there for legitimate services—because there was a girl among them.

It wasn't a total loss, though. At least he had obtained one piece of information: this place did not check IDs.

The customers did not voluntarily show them, and the receptionist did not mention it at all.

That made sense. How could a place secretly raising chickens care about such things?

Even at legitimate establishments, age restrictions on this sort of thing were not actually strict.

Especially since Xi Ling Town was not a particularly large place to begin with.

Even most internet cafés here did not strictly verify whether an ID matched the person's face.

As long as you brought an adult's ID, you could get a computer—but you couldn't push it too far, like bringing your grandfather's or grandmother's ID. Internet cafés really couldn't turn a blind eye to that.

If a sixty-nine-year-old granny was firing shots on an online battlefield at an internet café late at night, the owner would have a hard time explaining himself if there was an inspection.

Although he had only obtained that one piece of information today, it still counted as a gain. It was definitely good news for Lin Li, and would help him Enter the Game in Person.

After observing for only half an hour, Lin Li rode his bike home.

If he wasted any more time, the difficulty of completing tomorrow's early-rising task would increase geometrically.

Sleeping early and waking early felt great!

Sleeping late and waking early meant death! Luckily, there was English class tomorrow. Sorry, English teacher.