December 30th, Monday.
"According to unofficial historical records, 'A son should be like Sun Zhongmou' wasn't Cao Cao praising Sun Quan. What he really meant was, 'Then go raise a Sun Quan,' as an insult."
"Tsk, that translation's fine, but if you ask me, a son should be like Bai Bufan!"
"A dragon has nine sons, each different from the next. Bu Fan has kids, two rows of tits. If you ask me, he's still the best."
Lin Li, who had just entered the classroom and heard that, had a hard time holding it together.
Bu Fan's racial advantage was just too strong.
That was true.
Two rows versus two. The advantage was mine!
But if they really counted, Baowei had an even bigger advantage. After all, dog cats usually only had eight to twelve, while pig cats generally ranged from twelve to eighteen.
"Why are you staring at my chest? That's kind of scary, Lin Li!" Sensing someone's gaze, Zhou Baowei curled into a ball and looked at him warily.
"Baowei, what's your blood sugar level?"
"Why are you asking that?"
"I want to know whether the milk you produce in the future will be sweet."
"...Lin Li, I get the feeling canned herring mixed with bitter bile soup counts as light food to you."
When someone was extremely speechless, they really could laugh. After a brief silence, Zhou Baowei struggled to raise a thumbs-up and gave his assessment.
For the first time, he admired someone else when it came to eating.
Lin Li was the true gourmet. He really knew how to eat.
Returning to his seat and listening to the chatter from the back row, Lin Li examined the blue bead on his wrist.
It was one of the new items refreshed that morning.
``` [Water Repelling