The Most Random System-Chapter 798 - 392: Class 4 of Grade 10 Has Never Been Peaceful—Plots and Schemes Abound
"That, is, the—water on my chair!!!"
The moment the words dropped, Lin Li turned his head, his sharp gaze shooting back to the spot where he had just been sitting!
A sharp sword! Sharp eyes!
If you look closely, you can spot that almost imperceptible layer of water stain.
And Bai Bufan’s most insidious and vicious move was to tint the water!
The reason this water before his eyes was hard to notice is that it wasn’t colorless and transparent, but cunningly blended to look almost identical to the aged wooden surface of the chair, with a patina of time, in a yellow-brown hue!!
It’s likely that Bai Bufan used leftover paint from prepping the blackboard artwork to create his masterpiece.
With water tinted like this, in dim lighting and when one’s attention is diverted, an average person simply... couldn’t notice it!
And because it’s colored, it won’t just disappear once dry; instead, it would stain the backside. Although the school pants are dark, but the yellow-brown at the rear would mean what?
It would pin Lin Li permanently to the pillar of shame!
At this thought, Lin Li was so angry his whole body was trembling, cold sweat drenched him in the deep autumn, turning his hands and feet icy cold!
How vile can human nature be?!
The degree of this atrocity is comparable with threatening a Demon Suppression Envoy using their family! Just how evil does one have to be to do such a thing?
Luckily, I... stayed a step ahead!
Had it not been for my premonition sensing something was off, thinking things weren’t so simple, and having non-human insight, I might have really fallen into Bai Bufan’s trap.
"Bai! Bu! Fan! Even now, are you still trying to deny it!!"
This feeling of watching the criminal’s defenses crumble bit by bit was quite satisfying, feeling the rage burning in him, Lin Li harshly questioned.
Lin Li’s precise analysis hit Bai Bufan’s chest like a heavy hammer, thud thud thud, wielding sharp words and an overwhelming aura that was full of pressure.
Bai Bufan’s pale face, slightly open mouth quivered, and his lower teeth touched his upper teeth repeatedly, but he could not utter a single rebuttal.
Then suddenly, a glint of ferocity and determination flashed in Bai Bufan’s eyes, as he aggressively stretched out both hands, grabbing Lin Li’s chair, trying to force success!
Soft measures don’t work! Then let’s use hard ones!
Today, Bai Bufan would become... a desperate character!
However, the chair did not budge.
Because, at some point, one of Lin Li’s hands was already pressing down on it.
Lin Li smiled, "Sorry, Bufan, I had already anticipated your desperate act."
Bai Bufan’s expression froze, then he forced himself to appear calm, smiling awkwardly, "Lin Li, stop pretending, I’ve seen it—you already sat down just now, and are now feigning confidence, aren’t you?!"
"Seems like you won’t shed tears until you see the coffin." Lin Li heard this, shook his head with a smile, then stood up, hands behind his back, his expression suddenly serious, his voice void of humor: "Then let me make it clear for you!"
Saying this, Lin Li spun around quickly, showing his backside to Bai Bufan. Although the shape was a bit odd, on it... there was no stain at all!
"You fell for it!" But Bai Bufan wasn’t concerned with this; he sneered and clasped his hands: "Thousand! Years! Kill!"
"Thud!!"
"What!?"
When he realized his Thousand Years Kill didn’t penetrate the backside but instead scraped against something hard and slick, Bai Bufan was shocked, unable to believe it.
At this moment, Lin Li, who had his back to Bai Bufan, turned around, smiling as he opened his jacket.
Only to reveal... half of a Chinese textbook "One Lesson, One Practice" sticking out from Lin Li’s school pants.
No need to say more; the other half was in the pants.
"Sorry, I had anticipated this move too, so... I shielded my backside... with armor!" Lin Li, who slipped the book in his pants the moment he stood up, was now brimming with pride in his voice.
Bai Bufan: "?"
Bai Bufan was dumbfounded on the spot.
Lin Li, however, was still on the attack: "You lost, completely, lost!!"
"..."
"..."
"Haha."
"Hahahahaha!!"
Stunned for a long time, Bai Bufan finally made a sound, but it was a pitiful, wild laugh. The light in his eyes had completely extinguished, as he pushed his chair away, dropped to his knees, and clutched his head in mad laughter.
Because everyone already knew Bai Bufan’s plan, so after Lin Li walked in, the boys in the back row were watching, and seeing the kneeling, collapsing Bai Bufan, they all sighed gently, somewhat poignantly.
It was over, all over.
"Charming and Free" Chen Tianming, whose hatred for Lin Li was second only to Bai Bufan, now closed his eyes in unwillingness, pounding his fist against the wall next to him.
To prevent the chalkboard eraser on the back door from accidentally hurting someone else, Chen Tianming needed to keep an eye on the hallway to see who was approaching, so naturally, he was involved in the plan.
But now this result... is so frustrating...
How can the enemy be so strong...
Zhou Baowei and Qin Zeyu exchanged a glance, feeling a sense of camaraderie.
"She’s from ’98 and I can’t beat her"—the weight of this phrase keeps increasing.
Huang Yi and Zhou Jiana now held their Chinese textbooks, backs straight, tightly pressed against the backrest, and the backrest was stuck closely against Lin Li and Bai Bufan’s desks. They appeared to follow the class representative’s lead reading but were actually eavesdropping on Bai Bufan’s wailing.
Exciting! Exciting! Huang Yi and Zhou Jiana couldn’t resist the thrill—after all, it was much more entertaining than morning reading.
—"Bai Bufan, get up! Don’t fall down like this, get up quickly!"
—"Defeat Lin Li the Demon King! Bring our beliefs with you! Together!"
Perhaps the thoughts of the two were transmitted to Bai Bufan; his laughter gradually subsided, eventually stopping altogether.
