Fortunately, a good key high school was no worse than a vocational school. Otherwise, Bai Bufan would have regretted it for the rest of his life.
The best time to plant a tree was ten years ago; the second-best time was now. Having obtained the Burning Art, Bai Bufan took the eyedrops and immediately began searching for a suitable position, ready to enjoy his brazen nap.
But the next second, he suddenly opened his eyes again and stared at Lin Li.
"Lin Li, if—I'm saying if—if you run into Xue Jian on your way to tutoring later, you won't say something like, 'Teacher, Bai Bufan is sleeping. Don't believe any of his nonsense about resting his eyes either. Just arrest him directly,' right?"
Lin Li: "..."
"You don't trust me?"
"Heh. Other than Wang Ze, who would accept your credibility? Do you even have a fucking clue what the rest of us think of it?"
Bai Bufan sneered. Seeing Lin Li's reaction, he became even more certain. He sat up and patted his face, trying to wake himself up a little.
"No, I need to make sure there's no such risk before I can sleep peacefully. Might as well work on my homework first."
"Go to sleep. I won't do that," Lin Li said sadly.
"Don't believe you."
Trust really was getting harder and harder to find between people. These days, no one even believed Lin Li when he lied. He could only shake his head regretfully.
After a while, Lin Li noticed Chen Yuying, who had finished packing, give him a look indicating they could leave. He nodded, walked out of the classroom, and headed to the multimedia room beside her.
"Did your dad mention me to you after he went home?" Lin Li asked on the way.
"He