Chapter 951: Chapter 441: Perhaps This Also Counts as a Reversal_3
The growth potential is actually pretty high.
It’s a pity that most of the Cultivation Techniques Shanqing Daoist and Deng Wen left him were tailored for his situation, so there weren’t many that met the ability requirements. For now the buffs they gave were still relatively small.
While thinking, Lin Li had already brought the boy to the restroom on the first floor.
"We’re here, go use the bathroom."
"Thank you! Thank you!" The boy, whose condition had improved a lot, didn’t rush in immediately. Instead, he turned back and thanked Lin Li over and over, his voice full of gratitude: "Classmate, my name’s Bi Feixiang, what’s your name? I really, really appreciate it! Will you still be here after the exam? I can treat you to a meal!"
Bi Feixiang just assumed Lin Li wasn’t an examinee, but a volunteer sent by the school.
"It’s fine, no need," Lin Li waved his hand. "My name is Bai Bufan. This is what I should do. Hurry in and take a dump."
After repeatedly expressing his thanks, Bi Feixiang finally walked into a stall.
Lin Li, meanwhile, listened to the rustling sound of pants being pulled down, and with a thought activated the "Invisible Sword," removing the "Poop Suppression Talisman" from Bi Feixiang’s back—now that the mission was complete, Lin Li couldn’t be bothered to wait until the guy finished his business to take the talisman off.
"Aaaaarghhhh—"
Almost the instant the talisman came off, the previously relatively leisurely Bi Feixiang let out a beast-senpai-like roar and transformed into the Ultimate Jetstream Warrior.
Oh shit.
Lin Li suddenly remembered,
Back with Bao Wei, the talisman had stayed on him until he finished in the bathroom, waiting for the effects to completely wear off before tearing it off.
But this time it was in the middle. Plus, Lin Li had just casually poured all the stored-up urge to piss and shit from the "Duck Blood Bottle" into Bi Feixiang—someone had to bear it anyway, might as well return it to the original owner.
But with the two stacked together like this, the linkage effect was a bit intense.
Lin Li felt a tiny pang of guilt.
Controlling the airflow to keep the air around him fresh at all times, he strode toward the door while calling out, "Classmate Bi, I’ll be heading off then, take care."
"Aaaargh okayyyy aaahhh thanks aaahhh—"
...
Although Lin Li reached the exam room with one minute to spare before 2:30, the exam had actually already started.
The papers had already been handed out; everyone could look them over in advance, but still couldn’t start writing.
Inside the exam room, two invigilators were standing one in front and one in back, patrolling the room.
Noticing Lin Li’s arrival, the invigilator on the podium immediately came over to check Lin Li’s exam admission ticket.
After confirming everything was correct, he let Lin Li in.
"The exam is now officially starting."
Just as Lin Li sat down at his seat, the bell began to ring across campus.
He didn’t rush to write; instead he calmly flipped through the test from start to finish.
Mm, feels like full marks.
...
First floor, restroom.
"Phew—" Bi Feixiang let out a long, weak exhale of turbid air.
His butt still hurt a little, but his large intestine should indeed be completely out of stock now.
Today was really a close call—he’d almost socially died on the spot.
All thanks to that classmate named Bai Bufan!
He had to properly thank him if he ever got the chance!
It was he who had not disgraced the noble duty of volunteershit and saved him.
But now that the exam had already started, the priority was still to get to the exam room and get ready. He wasn’t even sure which building his exam room was in.
Wipe first.
"..."
"..."
The breathing in the cubicle suddenly halted.
Because Bi Feixiang had discovered a tiny problem.
He hadn’t brought any paper.
And the paper holder in the stall was as empty as the intestines he’d just flushed out.
"..."
"What the fuck?"
"Wait!"
"Anyone there?!"
"Anyone there!!"
"Is anyone in the bathroom! I’ve got no paper! Can anyone hear me! Help!"
"Classmate Bai! Classmate Bai, are you still there! Classmate Bai, don’t gooooo!!"
Yet no matter how Bi Feixiang shouted, the only reply he got was his own voice echoing back in the restroom in utter despair.
It’s over.
The exam had already started—how could anyone still be coming to the bathroom?
To wait for a savior, it’d probably take at least one or two hours.
Bi Feixiang couldn’t do an Asia squat—when he squatted, his butt couldn’t rest on his heels. Making him squat like that for over an hour was definitely not going to happen.
He could only save himself.
Bi Feixiang frantically rummaged through his pockets—an eraser, a few pens, and... one piece of paper.
Except that was his exam admission ticket.
Use this?
What about when the exam started? The invigilators still needed to check it...
He stared at the slightly youthful black-and-white printed photo of himself on the admission ticket.
He didn’t want it to gradually turn brown in his memories!!
Looking around, Bi Feixiang then desperately discovered there wasn’t even a trash bin in the stall. Clearly, everyone just tossed their used tissue straight into the squat toilet to flush.
So even if he wanted to recycle trash and try a blind box for relatively clean tissue for a second chance, he... had no chance.
The heavens want me dead.
"Gulp."
Bi Feixiang swallowed.
Feeling his butt cheeks exposed to the cold air, then looking down at the flimsy admission ticket in his hand.
Maybe,
it was time to make a difficult choice.
...
"Teacher..."
The invigilator on the podium turned at the sound and saw a student at the door, clutching the doorframe, face pale, voice so weak it was like he might ascend to heaven any second.
Hey hey hey, don’t you dare die during my invigilation!!
"I’m sorry... I’m late..."
"It’s fine, you’re not that late," the invigilator came forward, exhaling in relief when he saw the student didn’t plan on dying, then held out his hand. "Let me see your admission ticket."
"Here." The boy shakily handed over his admission ticket.
The invigilator took it, and the next second frowned slightly, bringing the admission ticket closer.
—He was a bit nearsighted, and hadn’t worn his glasses today, so this way he could see more clearly.
No problem.
"Alright, that empty seat in the second row is yours. Go sit there." After confirming there was nothing unusual with the information, the invigilator nodded and gestured for the boy to go.
"Thank you, teacher..." The boy’s voice drifted as he thanked him, his steps unsteady as he headed toward his seat.
The invigilator watched the boy’s back and shook his head.
This kid.
He really didn’t get it.
The boy was already this weak, yet in the dead of winter he still wasn’t wearing socks, both ankles just bare in the winter air.
He had heard that some kids nowadays thought this was trendy, cool, and unique—that they liked dressing like this, choosing style over warmth.
Sigh.
But if this keeps up long term, never mind catching a cold, he’ll get rheumatism sooner or later.
...
Bi Feixiang finally sat down in his seat.
He didn’t know why he was this weak, but fortunately, now everything was turning out alright.
Though...
Sigh.
It would’ve been great if he’d worn socks today.
What was wrong with the old him?
Why did he ever think not wearing socks was trendy, cool, and unique?
If he’d had socks, would everything today have turned out differently?
Damn it, from today on, I’m never leaving the house without socks again!!
Thinking that, Bi Feixiang adjusted his sitting posture and frowned.
Going commando with nothing in gear really felt way too weird.
