The Most Random System

"Here's the skewer for you, Wanqiu, I fully support you stabbing him!" Being the only one besides Lin Li and Qu Wanqiu who heard the conversation, Ding Sihan handed the skewer to Qu Wanqiu while stifling a laugh, deliberately picking a metal one to ensure Lin Li had no chance of survival.

"You... Second Sister, let's not tease Big Sister." Upon hearing this, Lin Li glanced up and down before letting out a snort.

Ding Sihan didn't laugh and immediately launched into cooperative hunting mode.

...

This time, Lin Li's 1800 yuan clothes really got two punctures, but in making jokes like these, as long as his head didn't actually fall off, it was a huge victory!

Win!

Ding Sihan and Qu Wanqiu weren't actually angry. Firstly, everyone knew each other quite well, and secondly, Lin Li's teasing was done privately.

"Yes, yes, you both are young and promising, and here I am, an old-timer, who doesn't get it."

Ding Sihan and Qu Wanqiu brought up the Chen Tianming's Hope Theory, leaving the soon-to-be eighteen-year-old "old-timer" Lin Li no choice but to agree.

By the time they got back, Chen Yu Ying had finished her work and handed a steaming skewer to Lin Li.

"Your hands are greasy, and there's sweat on your forehead! Do you need me to wipe your sweat, Captain?" Lin Li said with a smile as he took it.

"No need." For Lin Li, who was persistent about wiping sweat, Chen Yu Ying only found it amusing.

"Lin Li, if you want a girl to wipe your sweat so much, I can do it for you," said Ding Sihan.

Lin Li turned his head ready to say that people are different, only to notice Ding Sihan holding a steel wool ball.

People and anthropomorphized objects are indeed different.

"Thanks, but no thanks." Still not ready for that kind of self-torture, Lin Li calmly declined.

He put the barbecue into his mouth.

Who says that food you labor over with your own hands doesn't taste particularly good? Lin Li wanted to refute this notion.

"Delicious!" With a hopeful look in Chen Yu Ying's eyes, Lin Li gave a thumbs up.

"Tch—insincere!" Emperor Chen wasn't anxious, but Eunuch Ding, holding the steel wool, was.

"I swear in my next life, when I become a monkey in a zoo, if I have the chance, even if it means getting a hundred big smacks from the keeper, I would snatch it from the tourists and eat heartily." So Lin Li rephrased.

Ding Sihan: "..."

The scene was vivid, and indeed more sincere now.

After eating, Lin Li returned to his barbecue grill.

It was now Zhou Baowei's turn to grill; whatever Bai Bufan had cooked earlier had probably been divided between the two of them.

Sighing at their disloyalty and unfaithfulness, Lin Li stood to the side sipping bone soup through a straw.

"Damn!" Zhou Baowei suddenly roared.

Lin Li and Bai Bufan both laughed.

How was Zhou Baowei always standing downwind of the barbecue smoke?

If he stood on the left, the wind blew left; if he moved to the right, the wind blew right.

"Oh right, where's ours, Bao Wei and me?"

After Bai Bufan finished laughing, seeing Lin Li drinking lotus powder, he extended his hand.

Oh, it seemed they had wanted him to bring some for them too?

As Lin Li was persistently sipping, making intermittent sounds of air through the straw, it took a while before he turned to Bai Bufan with a gentle and sincere smile:

"I swear on my lucky charm, at the start, I was really planning to bring a cup for both of you, I even prepared one for you."

Bai Bufan: "..."

"That was the plan at the start, what about the middle and the end?" He smiled and asked.

"Forgot in the middle, forgot at the end."

...

With barbecue, it's quite hard to determine if you're full while grilling, but with drinks, it's easier to feel satiated from the drinks.

Over an hour passed, and everyone gradually left the barbecue area.

Until only Zhou Baowei was left battling alone at the barbecue area, with him there, Class Four truly didn't need to worry about food being wasted.

Some people chose to pay for activities at the base, while others opted to sit on the lawn sharing snacks and chatting.

After all, it was summer, with the midday sun blazing, and Chen Yu Ying and Ding Sihan weren't particularly interested in outdoor activities. After taking group and individual photos, they reapplied a layer of sunscreen and returned to the mats under the shade.

"Shall I play some music?" Qu Wanqiu asked.

No one objected.

Qu Wanqiu took out a palm-sized mini speaker, and after a bit of fiddling with her phone, music that couldn't be called high-quality flowed out of the speaker.

But quality wasn't the point; it was about the atmosphere it brought.

In the distance, noise louder than the music could be heard.

It was Lin Li's group.

They weren't engaging in any paid activities, nor were they resting.

Now, a bunch of them were chasing Lin Li and Bai Bufan—not over persimmons this time, but eyeing the sticks in their hands.

Lin Li hadn't lied to them; these sticks truly held such terrifying allure for these boys that they would drop everything to chase after them—excluding the barbecue-eating Zhou Baowei.

But it seemed they made some agreement soon after, and they began playing "Rooster Fighting" on the lawn—hopping on one leg while using the knee of the other leg to bump each other.

It looked fun, and if they were closer, cheering them on wouldn't be out of the question.

The boys seemed to be using this method to determine the ownership of the sticks, with Lin Li and Wang Ze appearing to be the leaders of these roosters, each arrogantly holding a stick.

None of the others seemed dissatisfied—excluding Bai Bufan.

Lin Li walked to the shade, picked up his bag, opened a newly refilled water bottle, and drank large gulps, his Adam's apple moving up and down clearly with each swallow.