Wednesday, Christmas.
Since Nansang Middle School had made no plans whatsoever to celebrate this foreign holiday, there were hardly any Christmas elements visible anywhere on campus.
The only exceptions were a few classes that had spontaneously put up decorations within their own classrooms.
Lin Li arrived at the classroom.
"According to unofficial historical records, the reason Liu Bei named his adopted son Liu Feng, then named his biological son A Dou, was actually a sign of his hidden ambition—he wanted to become a Titled Douluo.
Liu Bei had clearly founded the Shu Kingdom, so why did he only call himself King of Hanzhong rather than King of Shu? It was precisely to avoid offending the Tang Sect entrenched in Shu.
After losing the Battle of Yiling, he was already in his sixties, yet he led his remaining troops all the way from Hubei to Chongqing. The technique he used to get everyone there was none other than the Tang Sect movement art, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.
Unfortunately, as everyone knows, the Tang Sect's ultimate arts must not be leaked. Liu Bei had already invited death upon himself, so while it was publicly said that he died of illness in Baidi City, he was actually assassinated by the Tang Sect."
"How bold! Bu Fan, you've already invited death upon yourself!"
"What gibberish are you talking about? What does dying matter? Rise again! My beloved!"
"Before Bu Fan comes back to life, can I borrow his corpse? I need it for something."
"..."
After mingling with the back-row boys' indispensable daily laughter and nonsense, Lin Li returned to his seat after finishing breakfast and took a small gift box from his backpack, handing it to Bai Bufan.
"What's this?" Bai Bufan did not take it right away. Instead, he warily stepped back.