For a master like him, showcasing strength far beyond a freshman while maintaining his image is not difficult.
Besides, Class Three isn't worth Lin Li going all out.
"You're talking nonsense, how could anyone use strength in this state!"
"Ha-ha!" Lin Li snorted, it was time to let this useless bunch know his prowess: "Come on, let's arm wrestle—what the hell are you guys doing! Let go!"
Lin Li realized belatedly.
This group didn't care at all how many bowls of noodles he ate, they just purely wanted him dead.
Proving oneself was undoubtedly a trap, but these guys were pretty nice, didn't even plan for him to self-prove.
...
"Hey hey!" Bai Bufan, holding a camera, wiggled his eyebrows at Lin Li, who was lying on the ground after some 'interaction' with the basketball hoop, and Zhou Baowei beside him, motioning them to come over.
"What's up?" Lin Li, covered head to toe in anti-slid powder, walked over, confused.
