Zhou Baowei: "..."
Insulted twice within ten seconds, knowing Lin Li, Zhou Baowei felt his life was ruined.
"Alas, after leaving Nansang Middle School, who else could break my defense?" Zhou Baowei sighed.
"Your future salary."
"Get lost, Lin Li!"
Broke down, broke down again.
"If it hurts all morning, it's quite serious. Shouldn't you go to the infirmary?" Lin Li laughed and showed his concern, albeit jokingly.
Baowei can't die just yet; it's not time for his body to turn into lard.
"Forget it, I don't really want to go. I have a fear of the infirmary, and it's not serious. If I endure, it'll probably be fine. Anyway, I'm off to eat, bye."
Zhou Baowei still felt it unnecessary, waved his hand, and walked away.
Watching Zhou Baowei's desolate figure and feeling the ground's tremor, warm-hearted Lin Li decided to intervene.
...
"Why are you holding up your hand, Lin Li?"
