"Thank you." Receiving such high praise from Zheng Hong, Lin Li felt a bit embarrassed and scratched his head.

Oh dear, this is absurd, I'm not that awesome, am I? Haha (Xiaoxin rubbing his head from the side).

But what Zheng Hong might not realize is that Lin Li really doesn't take a 220-volt AC current too seriously.

The "Qingzheng Thunder Control Technique," being Lin Li's first exposure to magic and also Shan Qing Daoist's specialty, Lin Li has never slacked in his practice of the Thunder Skill.

Although Lin Li hasn't yet attempted to connect his body directly to the national power grid—it's not because he's afraid of any mishap, but worried about causing a short circuit or tripping the power.

Lin Li has done numerous high-current into body experiments; now playing with the "Thunder Seed" is just as relaxed and carefree as casually handling a walnut.

Even if the voltage in this power distribution room did strike Lin Li, at most it would cause a slight tingling sensation, definitely not like Wu Jing.

Upon hearing Lin Li say thank you, both Zheng Hong and Liu Feng's expressions stiffened completely.

Is this guy an idiot?

"Lin Li... are you really the top student in the first grade at Nansang Middle School?"

Zheng Hong's voice carried a strong sense of uncertainty, even a bit of unease.

"Absolutely true," Lin Li confidently patted his chest and straightened his back: "I originally started school late, previously took a year off due to an accident, and now I'm eighteen years old; most other first-year students are sixteen or even fifteen.

If I'm not genuinely and undisputedly the top first-year student, what am I?"

Zheng Hong, Liu Feng: "(;☉_☉)?"

Wait a minute.

Teacher Xue and Principal Wang, you didn't say this kid is the first in his grade.

Suddenly understanding why Xue Jian asked Lin Li to prioritize his own and his apprentice's safety, Zheng Hong stepped back a bit in fear and took out his phone, ready to contact school staff.

Lin Li then chuckled, put the blood pressure medication back into his pocket, raised his hands in a harmless surrender gesture:

"Master Zheng, Brother Liu, just teasing you, I'm genuinely the top of my grade in real studies too. Just now, I was livening up the atmosphere a bit. Old Jian... Teacher Xue is used to me being like this. So when he saw me act up just now, he didn't hesitate to run away.

Rest assured, I'm human, I'm human."

Seeing Lin Li suddenly speak seriously, Zheng Hong and Liu Feng exchanged glances, seeing skepticism in each other's eyes.

But honestly, when someone insists they are "human," it's hard to believe they are.

"... I believe you, but Lin Li, when it comes to actual tasks, there's no room for jokes," Zheng Hong reluctantly nodded but remained serious.

"I understand," Lin Li nodded in earnest concession: "I will only participate in parts I can contribute to, as long as I'm not left watching the whole time. For tasks that require true professionals, I won't touch a thing."

"Good, that's good." Zheng Hong finally felt half his worries ease.

"So shall we go in and start now?" Lin Li questioned, eager to begin.

"It's not the agreed power-off time yet; we're still short. Starting now might trouble the teachers in the office," Zheng Hong checked his phone for the time and shook his head.

He then smacked his lips and headed toward the restroom: "I'm going to the restroom."

Watching him unconsciously take out a cigarette box as he walked, combined with the earlier cigarette smell, Lin Li and Liu Feng understood—it's a nicotine craving.

After Zheng Hong left, only Lin Li and Liu Feng were left outside the distribution room.

"Master is heavily addicted to smoking; couldn't hold it," Liu Feng smiled helplessly at Lin Li and explained, then recalled something: "Lin Li, if you're already eighteen, you might as well call me by my name. I'm actually only eighteen too; you might be older than me."

"I just turned eighteen recently; my birthday's at the end of October—" Lin Li said, glancing at Liu Feng, curiosity in his eyes.

"Then I'm still a few months older; my birthday is in March."

"I'll still call you Brother then, half a year difference."

"Up to you," Liu Feng shrugged off, just making conversation. His gaze drifted to the pocket from which Lin Li had just taken out the medication, curiously asking, "Lin Li, do you really... have hypertension?"

Though hypertension mostly appears in middle-aged and older people, it's not uncommon in younger individuals.

"Nope." Lin Li replied straightforwardly.

"Does a classmate or family member have it?"

"Nope."

"Eh? Then why do you carry this medication around?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Feng was even more curious. When Lin Li took out the medicine again, revealing it was indeed brand new, Liu Feng's expression turned a bit peculiar, and he proposed a guess:

"Could it be... you bought this specifically as a surprise for me and Master?"

Lin Li gave a thumbs-up: "Brother, you're spot on!"

Liu Feng: "..."

It really is, huh?

"You're willing to spend like that? This bottle can't be cheap, right? Just for a joke?" Liu Feng clicked his tongue, half amused, half exasperated.

Seeing Liu Feng's expression, Lin Li laughed. If Bao Wei were here, he would loudly tell Liu Feng: you bet, he's willing.

After all, the incident where he bought stomach medicine as a counterfeit is still fresh in memory.

Speaking of which, the sildenafil pill he bought ended up in Wang Ze's hands, wondering how that turned out.

If used, Lin Li hoped Wang Ze used it on his roommate, not on Qian Ying.

No malice intended; Lin Li simply feels brothers should do well, but not better than him.

However, unlike the time with Bao Wei, it wasn't a special trip to buy the blood pressure medication this time, but a convenient act.