Chapter 1031: Chapter 469: Damn, It Turns Out Chat Windows Don’t Pop Up When Talking to Girls

Question: What do you call a giant stick from a meat crab?

Crab-bro, the person who invented it, Zhou Baowei, is truly a pig-raising expert.

In terms of expertise in eating, even Lin Li would feel inferior.

"Bao Wei, from now on, this food has and will have only one name: it’s called crab stick. Anything like crab-bro crab meat stick is a heresy, got it?" Lin Li emphasized in a low voice.

Considering there were not only the guys in the back row present but also not just the students from Class Four, Lin Li thought it was still too crude.

Zhou Baowei scratched his head and didn’t answer directly, but instead curiously asked, "Lin Li, after what I said, do you lose your appetite for this?"

Lin Li smiled, "If you’re trying to tell every guest this to stop them from consuming it, Bao Wei, I swear I’ll drive my Maserati right away, OVVO."

Zhou Baowei: "Sorry, TAT."

Damn, Zhou Baowei clearly thought he was hiding his thoughts well, yet Lin Li could always spot them right away.

"What are you talking about?" When Lin Li came back, Chen Yu Ying naturally asked out of curiosity.

"Stolen food. If the cooks don’t steal, the crops won’t yield." Lin Li couldn’t let the recent comment dirty Chen Yu Ying’s ears, so he fabricated a reason, and to prevent her from asking more, immediately changed the subject:

"Class president, guess, what book do cannibal race chefs love to read the most?"

"Hmm..." Upon hearing this, Chen Yu Ying pinched her chin, making a light hum of pondering, and then tilted her head trying to give an answer:

"Group portrait novels? Because they usually portray many, many fleshed-out characters?"

"Or perhaps calligraphy inscriptions? They contain ’graceful and powerful strokes’?"

Still too cultured, the term "graceful and powerful strokes," even Lin Li couldn’t think of immediately.

Those count as two answers, but Lin Li still laughed and shared what he had in mind: "They most love reading history books."

Seeing Lin Li pause here, Chen Yu Ying slightly puffed her cheeks in thought, then brightened her eyes and looked to Lin Li, as if seeking confirmation: "Lu Xun?"

Having guessed the answer, Chen Yu Ying smiled wider first and then vigorously nodded: "Hmm!"

Guessed it right, yay!

"Really clever." Lin Li was naturally not stingy with his praise.

Their conversation wasn’t deliberately kept low, so it was easy for people in the classroom to overhear.

At the ice crusher, Ding Sihan, operating the machine, at this moment looked slightly doubtful at Qu Wanqiu, who was handling fresh fruit beside her, and asked uncertainly:

"Wanqiu, has Ying Bao already reached the level where she skips the teasing part after hearing such talks?"

"I’ve been waiting for her retort, but never got it, feels like something’s missing..."

"Damn... why can Lin Li and Yu Ying make such dialogue sound like casual chatting, with no ripples at all?"

The nearby Qu Wanqiu heard this, laughed while covering her mouth and turning her head—this was more about Ding Sihan’s banter than Lin Li and Chen Yu Ying, which amused her.

After laughing enough, Qu Wanqiu finally opened her hands and shrugged: "It’s their little couple’s amusement, bracket, specially includes Lin Li’s special couple."

"Geez, I wonder if, when the cannibal race eats me, they’ll taste the loneliness engraved in my bones? That kind of sour taste must be unpleasant, right?"

At the door, Qin Zeyu, acting as a pimp, sighed after hearing this, but in the next second, suddenly displayed a proper smile, though he wasn’t talking to the classmates inside—most likely because a pretty girl appeared in the corridor and he switched to flirting mode.

And in the classroom, Bai Bufan who was walking around tidying up miscellaneous items and trash, laughed upon hearing this.

He actually doubted the cannibal race would be much interested in Qin Zeyu; this guy was dense, brainless, and sometimes full of bad intentions, no way would the cannibal race enjoy eating him, right?

Of course, not enjoying doesn’t mean they absolutely wouldn’t eat.

After all, everyone, what does everybody love to eat?

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta—it’s the cannibal race who have been hungry for three whole days! 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

If the cannibal race were really hungry for three days, even Qin Zeyu would be gobbled down in desperation.

At this thought, Bai Bufan smiled at Qin Zeyu:

"Ze Yu, whether they could taste loneliness I don’t know, I just know, if I greet them while the cannibal race gnaws your bones and ask them what they’re doing, they’ll probably gesture ’Yeah!’ with their right hand near their right eye and say to me—

Chomp-chomp～(∠・ω<)⌒☆~"

"Pomelo chef, curb your flavor," seemingly because the target in the corridor disappeared, Qin Zeyu returned to his Sima face, looked over with disdain, and then angrily bantered:

"Pomelo Society is really bad, after playing their games too much, when chatting with girls in real life, I find out there aren’t three dialogue boxes popping out for me to choose from, and I’m just flustered!!"

"Hahaha—"

The laughter suddenly ceased, Qin Zeyu was no longer indignant, but cleared his throat with a serious face.

Everyone immediately caught on.

——The seventeen-time passer at the classroom door Old Jian, came to monitor again.

Why does a teacher who’s completely uninterested in the New Year’s amusement event come around so frequently these days?

Why on earth, it’s baffling, downright Louis XVI.