Chapter 952: Chapter 442: My Poetical Inspiration [Seeking Monthly Votes]
Darling, if you spot a pair of underwear bobbing in a septic tank,
please don’t be alarmed; it’s not a relic left behind by someone secretly drowning behind Red Stone,
it’s a love letter I wrote for you.
The exam admission ticket is our bond,
I cannot let it sink into the swirl—
"So when the sphincter betrays gravity"
"I’d rather surrender my dignity."
Darling, don’t be heartbroken,
in the vacuum of my pant leg, thrumming with excitement,
it’s not just my grand Niu Niu, but also my fearless love for you!
—— "Inspired by the scene of being partially stumped, feeling itchy and prickly despite appearing optimistic but actually feeling hopeless during the prelims of the Xue Zhi Cup on December 22nd, written by Bi Feixiang".
Bi Feixiang suggests incorporating his poetic masterpiece into the curriculum of modern poetry required learning by middle and high school students.
During a confession, if a boy could recite a poem like this to express his feelings, it would be exhilarating, and the success rate would spike.
——By the way, those without a grand Niu Niu are not allowed to recite; that’s the core prerequisite.
...
While Bi Feixiang was desperately writing poems, Lin Li had already finished the exam paper and checked it several times.
Lin Li was unaware of Bi Feixiang’s subsequent experiences after he left, but he didn’t really care either.
He had already saved Bi Feixiang’s underwear and pants once, which was quite considerate, as you can’t expect continual gratitude for a small favor.
After another check-up, Lin Li glanced at his watch.
The prelims of the Xue Zhi Cup followed the same rules as regular Nansang Middle School exams, allowing early submission half an hour in advance. The time had not yet arrived.
Checking further was meaningless, so Lin Li scanned his surroundings, observing the crowd.
Most people were still scratching their heads, a few looked calm, scribbling away with effort, but Lin Li was the only one who had finished in the entire examination hall.
Raising his eyebrows, Lin Li noticed a girl clutching a pen with both hands, eyes closed, lips moving incessantly as if she were murmuring something.
What gibberish is she muttering?
[Ear Divine Power], activate.
"Spirit of the pen, spirit of the pen, you are my past life, I am your present life, if you wish to continue our bond, please tell me if real numbers x and y satisfy x²+xy+y²=3, what is the minimum value of x²+y²..."
Lin Li: "?"
When the [Ear Divine Power] was activated and he heard the girl’s murmurs clearly, Lin Li pinched his own cheeks with both hands, his tiger mouthed against his nose, maintaining a poker face.
A poker face, but not completely a poker face.
At Nansang Middle School, you could even witness some examinees trying to solve problems by playing pen spirit during exams.
Honestly, even if the pen spirit was present, hearing the girl’s plea, it would likely give up its obsession and follow the Black and White Impermanence.
A proper ghostly figure transformed into a wishing fountain deity in the girl’s hands, which was an utter disgrace.
Lin Li glanced at the girl’s school uniform.
From Xiling Ninth Middle School.
Great, she’s a Xiling person, good kid, didn’t disgrace Xiling!
Since this is the case, as fellow Xiling people, it’s worth helping when needed.
The girl was closing her eyes, so Lin Li manifested the "Invisible Sword," seizing a moment when no one was paying attention in the examination hall, let it fly up to possess the pen in the girl’s hand, then manipulated the pen to write the answer "2" crookedly.
"Holy moly?"
When the girl opened her eyes and saw an answer written on the scratch paper, she was stunned.
Really works?
The next second, she decisively closed her eyes again:
"Spirit of the pen, spirit of the pen, this answer I could have guessed by substituting a special value of 1, but I need the proof process. Just the answer won’t score any points..."
The pen spirit itself shook its head at her words.
Excessive.
The proof for this question, even if written briefly, would still need several lines, truly writing it out would be eerie.
But no response wouldn’t work either, so Lin Li willed his mind.
Feeling the pen stop trembling, the girl opened her eyes again.
The pen spirit indeed responded—this time with a crooked "B."
But this question wasn’t multiple choice.
"..."
Wait, the girl realized something was off: beside the "B," there was also the previously written "2."
The girl realized belatedly: "Holy moly? The pen spirit is cursing me?"
...
The system did not trigger a task, so Lin Li ceased playing the pen spirit and quietly awaited the time allowing early paper submission.
Once the time arrived, Lin Li immediately got up to submit his paper, leisurely leaving.
The pressure on the remaining examinees in the classroom skyrocketed.
Having already arranged dinner with Chen Tianming and Bai Bufan, but without Chen Tianming submitting early, it made no sense to idle at the teaching building for half an hour, so Lin Li headed to the dorm to gather with Bai Bufan.
"Knock knock knock." Upon arriving at Class Four’s dorm room, Lin Li knocked on the door.
"Egg seller?" Bai Bufan inquired.
"Doughstick seller."
"Coming." A few seconds later, Bai Bufan opened the door.
Bai Bufan did not walk to his bed after opening the door, but instead stood still.
Waiting for Lin Li to walk in a few steps, looking at Lin Li’s back, Bai Bufan sneered, suddenly turned hostile, slamming the door shut with a bang.
"Finally, I can shut the door and let myself loose, Lin! Li!" Bai Bufan snarled, leaning his back against the door, blocking Lin Li’s only exit, while speaking, he stretched his muscles and neck, his joints cracking.
"What’s up?" Lin Li asked somewhat surprised as he turned back.
"Ha! You have the nerve to ask what’s up?" Bai Bufan laughed angrily as he ground his molars, glaring at Lin Li, "In fact, I want to ask you! Lin Li, I want an explanation!"
"What explanation?"
