So, what's the downside?

Looks like I can't ask about weekend plans.

As long as I don't ask, I can cuddle Ying Bao however I want during the weekend, and Ying Bao has already found me a reason.

At that time, just shout, "I'm lost, helpless, and panicked," and I can cuddle happily.

"So bad, class monitor, why do I feel that one day you'll lock me in a basement?" Lin Li's voice was filled with laughter.

"Maybe so."

"Okay, but I have a small personal request. First, the basement must be over 150 square meters, and it can't be shared with your parents. Before you lock me up, my name must be on the property deed of the basement. You must agree that when you no longer want to lock me up, you'll leave everything to me. Also, I have a thing for ceremonies, so during holidays you need to bring me small gifts and let me have some air. Plus, I'm an independent man of the new era, so for house chores, you must also..." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Lin Li counted on his fingers while making demands, and Chen Yu Ying nodded casually.

Looks like she's a heartbreaker, because only those who don't want responsibility would agree so casually.

Meeting the wrong person, Lin Li couldn't help but worry about his future basement life.

...

Tuesday, evening self-study session.

The second monthly exam starts tomorrow.

During the evening self-study, no one was doing homework anymore; most were reading and reviewing.

Many people pressed their ears with their hands, looked down at their books, silently mouthing the words.

"Lin Li, let me quiz you."

Bai Bufan glanced at the clock; there were only a few minutes left until the end of the first evening self-study session, and couldn't suppress his restless heart, starting to make some cheeky remarks.

Upon hearing this, Lin Li withdrew his divine sense from "Five Elements Technique" and looked at Bai Bufan.

Having divine sense was quite convenient for Lin Li, allowing him to secretly study the cultivation technique while pretending to look at the table surface.

In front, Huang Yi and Zhou Jiana, who were hunched over, stretching lazily, leaned back in their chairs and started reciting Chinese literature.

Bai Bufan wasn't paying attention to this, and with sharp eyes, he posed his question—

"What was the trigger for the May Fourth Movement!?"

"A: What! You're going to strike? Great! Count me in!"

"B: The homework for the Labor Day holiday isn't finished yet."

"C: The just demands at the Paris Peace Conference were rejected."

"D: The Labor Day holiday only lasted until the third."

Initially ready to answer the question, Lin Li fell silent after hearing the options.

"Bufan, is this what you got from reading history books for so long?"

Lin Li calmly asked, without answering:

"I suddenly understand why our country is the largest producer of antimony and its compounds. You've made your contribution to this achievement."

"Damn, is it so foul-mouthed?" Despite the class not being over, Bai Bufan chuckled quietly.

——The chemical symbol for antimony: Sb.

"I can only say I'm an atheist, and when it comes to studying, I tend to be scatterbrained. It's beyond my control to drift off like this."

Just then, the bell rang to signal the end of class, and Bai Bufan got up to stretch.

The next second, Bai Bufan suddenly bent down, quick as lightning, shielding his groin with his hands.

Password!

Lin Li had just swung a fake punch toward his groin.

Though Bai Bufan was almost certain that Lin Li's punch was 99% fake, he still dared not take the 1% chance.

Even if Hawking were here, he'd have to dodge this one.

That's just how guys are.

Sigh, I wonder if Hawking made it to heaven, and is not stuck on the stairway to paradise.

The back row was noisy because Bai Bufan was chasing Lin Li, trying to take revenge, when Xue Jian walked in through the front door.

Already suffering from "I have Xue Jian syndrome," Bai Bufan stood at attention, wary of Xue Jian, and of Lin Li.

But he soon realized Xue Jian wasn't here for them, but as always before exams, he was posting the class seating chart on the bulletin board, handing over relevant materials like seat numbers to Chen Yu Ying, so she could organize the class reps after school.

This time, Lin Li didn't rush up to look.

Because unlike the midterms and finals, the seating for Nansang Middle School's monthly exams is based on the ranking from the last major exam.

So there's no need to look—without a doubt, he'd be in the first exam hall, in the first seat, just a matter of checking if it's still the lecture hall.

Once, the last monthly exam was in the same hall as Bai Bufan, but this time, it was with Chen Yu Ying and Wang Yuezhi.

This is the meaning of effort: to dock at a better harbor, for the best fries.

"Lin Li, why isn't your name there?" Wang Ze, close to the board, turned to look at Lin Li.

"Hmm?"

Hearing this, Lin Li raised an eyebrow, quickly walking over.

Thanks to his height, Lin Li could glance over people's heads, then his pupils constricted, shocked to find something terrifying: Zou Weilun had thinning hair at such a young age.

Forget it, that's not important for now.

He looked over Zou Weilun's head toward the bulletin board.

The first line indeed wasn't him, but should have been Chen Yu Ying, the class's second-ranking student.

Besides, Chen Yu Ying's seat number was higher than her previous midterm ranking.

"..."

After looking at the entire seating chart, Lin Li indeed found his name missing.

"..."

Lin Li's pupils constricted again; someone was plotting against him.