Because of this, Bai Bufan, overwhelmed by guilt, has been more diligent in class and during evening self-study these past two weeks than last semester.
Except for English class—English class is the one where Lin Li behaves most like a human.
No more sleeping in class or during evening self-study, damn it, with Lin Li's page flipping right next to him, who the hell could fall asleep?
Friends' game sounds, or even Bao Wei's tractor engine, are like lullabies, allowing Bai Bufan to sleep peacefully, but the soft rustle of page flipping is deafening, enough to keep him tossing and turning.
It's not just Bai Bufan, the guys in the back row are also affected by this contagious phenomenon and have been more studious recently.
Damn, it's a rat race now.
This internal competition was caused by a beast like Lin Li.
"Sorry, I'll start gaming now! timi!" Lin Li finally realized his mistake, took off his headphones, and turned his phone sideways.
Bai Bufan leaned over to check.
