The Most Random System-Chapter 797 - 392: Class 1-4 Has Never Been a Peaceful Place—It’s Full of Scheming and Deceit
Studying electrical engineering can indeed be quite lucrative; many university students in this field earn up to two million right after graduating.
Of course, the prerequisite is finding the right company. If you happen to run into a shady company that withholds funeral compensation, your family won’t receive as much.
Xue Jian was also unsure if this outsourced repair worker possessed this kind of "fermentation."
The first period was homeroom, but it hadn’t started yet, so after heading upstairs to the second floor, Xue Jian walked towards the office and let Lin Li head back on his own.
He walked into the classroom, pushing open the slightly ajar back door, only to lock eyes directly with Chen Tianming.
In that flash of a moment, with a sense of awareness, Lin Li’s right hand suddenly shot up, and with a faint sound, he caught a chalkboard eraser that had descended from above firmly in his palm.
The chalk dust, disturbed by this action, instantly dispersed into the air, forming a small cloud of smoke.
Lin Li snorted quietly through his nose in disdain, then pursed his lips tightly and blew forcefully towards his chin, scattering both the dust in his faded bangs and the chalk dust entirely.
Lin Li suddenly felt that being a teacher was also a rather pitiable profession.
Day in and day out, at school they’re ’on stage’, inhaling chalk dust, and selling their voices.
Sooner or later, the anti-vice campaign will reach the schools.
Lin Li weighed the chalkboard eraser in his hand, his gaze sweeping over Bai Bufan and Chen Tianming’s faces, which showed undisguised annoyance and disappointment, and a smirk curved at his lips.
He strolled forward and lightly patted Chen Tianming’s back twice with his chalk-dusted hand, cleaning the dust off in the process:
"Tianming, you still need more practice." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
Chen Tianming glanced at Bai Bufan, then turned his head away, ignoring the triumphant Lin Li.
"Damn you, Lin Li, how did you figure it out? That angle shouldn’t have been visible..." Bai Bufan asked in a lowered voice, unwillingly, as Lin Li approached.
"A man’s sixth sense, something you wouldn’t understand, little boy." Lin Li chuckled, eyeing the dim corner seat accentuated by the drawn curtains.
"Alright, alright," Bai Bufan accepted the result, then remembered the main issue and reminded him: "Lin Li, where’s your language exercise book? The class rep just came to collect them, I couldn’t find yours, you better hurry and submit it."
"It’s right in the drawer, didn’t you see it?" Lin Li sat down upon hearing this, speaking while reaching into the desk compartment.
He found it.
Lin Li took out the "Language Exercise Book" and turned to show it to Bai Bufan.
Then he raised his eyebrow slightly.
Because Lin Li saw a mischievous smile familiar to one from "Grand Blue," rivaling the exaggerated expression from "I Am a Hero."
Kind of familiar.
"Lin Li, oh Lin Li..." Bai Bufan’s voice, trembling with extreme satisfaction from revenge.
But, Bai Bufan’s voice abruptly stopped.
Because, upon realizing his expression was seen by Lin Li, the latter wasn’t the least bit panicked; instead, he smiled, an extremely composed and expected smile, and his voice soothing, as if coaxing a child:
"What’s the matter, Bufan, what’s making you so happy?"
Bai Bufan’s smile froze instantly on his face.
Something’s wrong! This isn’t right!
A chill surged from the soles of his feet straight to his head, and his gaze shot towards Lin Li’s seat.
Lin Li continued to smile, gently prompting: "Bufan, how about trying to pull my chair from under me?"
The smile completely vanished upon hearing this, Bai Bufan swallowed nervously, his throat dry and tight, reaching out with a trembling hand to grab the back of Lin Li’s chair, attempting to pull it back—
"Zzzz—"
The slight sound of chair legs scraping against the floor.
Bai Bufan’s pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle’s point because the chair pulled too smoothly, as if there wasn’t anyone sitting there at all!
No, no way!
M-masaka!? (Japanese for "could it be!?")
When the chair was fully pulled out, Bai Bufan was shocked (his expression likened to that of a flower), incredulous eyes and trembling fingers locked onto Lin Li.
Lin Li was indeed in a sitting position, but now with the chair pulled away, he continued maintaining the standard sitting posture, suspended immobile in mid-air!
Sakamoto? When did he arrive?!
Lin Li let out a contemptuous laugh through his nose, casually slicked his hair back with his left hand, then elegantly pressed his nonexistent glasses with his right index and middle fingers, casting a playful glance at Bai Bufan:
"Bufan, if you ask me, some people, if they could put as much thought into studying as they do pranking classmates, it’d be great, don’t you think?"
"Lin Li, I don’t... I don’t understand what you’re saying..."
Bai Bufan was sweating profusely, unable to meet Lin Li’s eye, completing his role in Conan’s accused-after-reveal stubbornness scene.
Seeing Bai Bufan play along with the "not seeing the coffin, not shedding tears" policy so well, Lin Li felt gratified and pointed towards the back door:
"The chalkboard eraser was merely a test of the waters, a good shot is naturally nice, but if it doesn’t work, it doesn’t matter. After all, it was just a method to make me lower my guard, a feint to conceal the real plan."
"This autumn sunshine is gentle and not glaring; you weren’t sleeping or reading, yet you pulled the curtains. For what? Just to dim the lighting here, reducing the chances of me noticing anything amiss."
Lin Li tapped his temple: "Likewise, as soon as I got here, you kept talking non-stop, even making me look for my exercise book, all as a means to divert my attention."
"Everything was interconnected, but all was to conceal your true killer move—"
