According to foreign unofficial histories, the color blue was defined because people discovered that everyone who drowned at sea would face the ocean and say, "blue blue blue," so they named the color of the sea "blue."
Same principle.
Lin Li smiled and smacked the empty bucket in his hand again, even making a gesture of pressing someone's head into it. "Bu Fan, you're afraid of loneliness, right? Just wait. I'll have you die in the loneliest way possible later."
—The reason he had brought up the Lao She joke was naturally because Lin Li was preparing to make Bai Bufan the new dormmate.
"Supported! Lin Li, I'll lend you a hand."
Having understood what Lin Li meant, Zhou Baowei stood up as well, nodding with anticipation on his face.
Lin Li said, "No need. One arm is too much to finish. Baowei, half a pound will do. Make it fatty—I'll fry up some pork cracklings for snacks."
Zhou Baowei: "(へ╬)!!!"
"Fuck your mother!"
"MOUNT! TAI! METEOR! FALL!"
That was what Senior High, Class 1-4 was like. There were no so-called allies, only indiscriminate attacks untainted by self-interest.
Friends come from afar; no matter how far they come, they must be executed.
"Hey, don't argue! And definitely don't fight!"
"Forget it, forget it. You ain't wearing a swimsuit—you can't beat him..."
Bai Bufan, who ought to have been executed for starting the conflict, had instead become a spectator. He handed Lin Li a stick, passed Baowei a chair, and diligently tried to break up the fight.
Breaking up a fight: persuading people to fight.
Amid the laughter and roughhousing from the people in the back row, the risqué broadcast segment ended, and it became music time.
Today's song was "The Wind Rises."
This song was pretty interesting. It only felt