"Fuck, Lin Li, you've got some skills."
Bai Bufan watched several students from different classes getting chewed out by the first-year grade director and homeroom teachers, sounding like he had narrowly escaped death.
After all, during the first few rounds, Lin Li and he had been the main culprits leading the applause.
But when the principal began speaking for the fourth time, he had wanted to keep clapping, only for Lin Li to stop him with a hand.
—"Take my advice, bro. If we keep this up, we're getting yelled at. The momentum's already there; someone else will lead them for us. Let's play with something more meaningful now."
Lin Li stuck out his stomach, placed both hands behind his back, and gave the command: "The second floor has to be built on top of the first floor."
Such earth-shattering words!
"General! General! General!" His body's instinctive reaction sent Bai Bufan into loyal-subject mode, and he cried out excitedly.
"The one at fault is the principal! Principal! Principal!"
And that was how things had turned out like this.
The grade director stepped in to restore order, and the people who had led that wave of applause were thoroughly berated. Meanwhile, the true culprit, Lin Li, had quietly hidden his accomplishments and fame.
"Obviously," Lin Li said upon hearing Bai Bufan's praise. He turned with some pride, the corner of his mouth curling into a Nike swoosh. "You just haven't been enough of a bastard yet. Once you've been one more often in the future, you'll develop a sharp sixth sense like mine too."
Bai Bufan felt the same way and sighed mournfully.
"Lin Li, for those pure bastards living in the same era as you, it must be truly miserable."
"Those who respect and admire you can only gaze up