"I'm clamping down on what? My dignity, TAT..."
Lin Li, the doctor: "?"
Watching Bai Bufan tilt his head back toward the sky in despair, Lin Li and the doctor both laughed.
It really was dignity.
"Sir, we do not serve those improperly dressed," Lin Li said with a smile.
"Then what counts as properly dressed?" Since he had already been found out, Bai Bufan no longer cared. He stood brazenly on the machine and even deliberately wiggled his toes, trading lines from The Conman with Lin Li.
"At the very least, you need to wear a tie connected to the ceiling around your neck."
"Well, I have—don't you fucking change the lines at random! Is that even a fucking tie?" Bai Bufan got stuck halfway through and snapped irritably.
But when the height reading came out, Bai Bufan smiled smugly. "Hah, I'm only 181.2. The last time I measured my height, I was already 180.7, so I've only grown half a centimeter.
"But my last measurement was in mid-August, and it's only been two months. If I only grew half a centimeter in half a year, I'd practically want to die. Right, Lin 'Point-Three' Li?"
Bai Bufan leaned close to Lin Li's ear and delivered that devilish whisper, every word carefully weighted.
"Heh, I don't care at all." Lin Li turned his head away, gave a short laugh, then sneered.
"Mister Lin, your blood pressure seems to be a little high." At that moment, the doctor across from Lin Li stopped pumping up the blood pressure monitor and spoke softly but seriously.
Lin Li: "?"
What the hell, bro?
"..."
Lin Li turned his head and met Bai Bufan's eyes. The two blinked at each other.
"Mister Lin, it seems you care a little," Bai Bufan said solemnly.
"..."