"Lin Li, Lin Li, you always manage to make me see you in the most unexpected situations!" Xue Jian said, his middle-aged face stern.
Lin Li immediately recalled their last meeting, then burst out laughing.
After laughing, Lin Li realized he was screwed. He really should not have laughed at a time like this.
Sure enough, Xue Jian's face instantly darkened. "Even if you had your reasons, you can't use this opportunity to casually enter a girl's room. Your thoughts are improper. After Mid-Autumn Festival, hand in an eight-hundred-word self-criticism."
"The class monitor told me to come directly," Lin Li said. After thinking it over, he decided to drag Chen Yuying into this.
At the very least, they had to split the self-criticism five ways. She had to write four hundred words for him—no, ideally, five people would split it, with each writing one hundred and sixty words.
Xue Jian looked at Chen Yuying. Chen Yuying, who had been watching the show, nodded a little sheepishly and handed him a tissue so he could wipe his shoes.
"Yu Ying must have had her reasons." Xue Jian nodded. "Go back. No need to write the self-criticism."
Lin Li gave a thumbs-up. Good students really did get special privileges.
Hopefully, after the Monthly Exam, he would receive the same treatment.
When he opened the door to his room, Chen Tianming had not returned yet. The two people who had been fighting to the death when he left were now sleeping under the same blanket, appreciating one of Japan's three no-spray classics.
They were even using a giant projector screen.
"You guys are seriously incredible." Hearing the lewd sounds beside him, Lin Li was immensely impressed.
"Why did you take so long? We already parboiled ourselves. I don't know if there's enough