Calculator, keep pressing 2.
"Damn, you old bastard, you finally handed over the Burning Art!" Once everyone snapped out of their daze, none of them could hold it together. "Lin Li, you really know how to live."
It was hard to imagine what kind of ace pilot could come up with a method like this.
The calculator's female voice probably never expected it could be used like this before it died.
"So, Lin Li, what did you just go do with Old Jian?"
Rubbing his cheeks, sore from laughing, Wang Ze asked about something else he was curious about.
"Did you switch that word order on purpose, or by accident?" Lin Li raised a middle finger, then shrugged and calmly said something pretentious.
"What else could it be? Same as the last two times—I went to the principal's office to receive praise and commendation. Sigh, it's so annoying. Things never happen more than three times. If they call me in again next time, I'm getting mad."
When an ordinary man got angry, blood splattered three steps away. When Lin Li got angry, Xue Jian got furious!
"Wait, they weren't scolding you?" Bai Bufan looked disappointed, then frowned slightly as he examined Lin Li. "Hold on, why did you go again? Lin Li, did you crack down on prostitution again? Did you find a second Song Luping?"
"Stop looking at people through those tinted glasses." Lin Li wagged his index finger before him. "This time, I was..."
After briefly explaining what had happened, Bai Bufan's eyes widened.
"You've done so many fun things? Why didn't you call me?"
Lin Li had been about to wave it off, but he suddenly paused and scratched his head a little awkwardly. "Bufan, you actually participated in all of them."
Bai Bufan: "Huh? Me? Did