"Damn, Lin Li, you've got some skills."
Bai Bufan watched the students from several classes getting scolded by the freshman grade director and homeroom teacher, feeling like he had narrowly escaped disaster.
After all, in the first few rounds, the main culprits leading the applause were Lin Li and himself.
But when the principal began his fourth speech, he intended to continue applauding, yet Lin Li stopped him with a hand gesture.
— "Listen to me, if we keep playing, we're going to get scolded. The rhythm is already there, someone else will lead now. It's more meaningful for us to switch to something else."
Lin Li leaned forward, puffed out his belly, put his hands behind his back, and issued a command: "The second floor should be built on top of the first floor."
This was earth-shattering content!
"General! General! General!" Bai Bufan's body reacted instinctively, entering loyalty mode, and he shouted excitedly.
"Wrong one, it's the Principal! Principal! Principal!"
