Chen Tianming realized something: relying on his brothers was worse than relying on a dried-up pile of dog shit by the roadside.
Lin Li also planned to go next door and see what was going on. Of course, he would only take a look, then come back to study.
Lin Li's diary.
9:10: Playing cards.
9:30: Playing cards.
9:50: Playing cards.
10:10: Lin Li, Lin Li! How could you sink so low? Have you forgotten the study plan you made before? Confucius said, "I examine myself three times a day." This can't go on.
10:30: Playing cards.
"My life is like treading on thin ice. Can I really make it into the top hundred of the grade?" Lin Li returned to his room, consumed by regret.
Bai Bufan and Zhou Baowei, on the other hand, were quite pleased. They took on the role of suckers, willing to give Lin Li their own chips rather than let him go back to studying.
Time to sleep.
Lin Li also realized something: Bai Bufan, Chen Tianming, and the others really had not had it easy over the past half year. He should probably curse at them less from now on.
"Bzzzz—!!! Thump thump!! Bzzzz—!!! Thump thump!!"
He opened his eyes in confusion.
It had to be his imagination. Why did it sound like someone had driven a tractor into the room?
Turning his head, he saw tractor driver Zhou Baowei sleeping soundly.
But heroes always made an entrance. Galio was here.
"Baowei, wake up." Bai Bufan skillfully rolled over and straddled Zhou Baowei, then unceremoniously gave him a hard slap.
"Smack!"
"What is it?" The tractor stopped. Zhou Baowei, awakened by the slap, mumbled groggily.
"Take your sleeping pills. Get ready for bed."
"Oh."
Only after seeing Zhou Baowei wake up did