CHAPTER 342: CHAPTER 250: THOSE WHO WANT TO SIGN UP, QUICKLY PRESS 1, ONLY 5 SLOTS AVAILABLE_3

The whole class fell silent.

Then burst into laughter.

"Why is there a photo of me too?" Zhou Baowei couldn’t laugh.

Bai Bufan: "?"

"You’re slandering me again! Get lost!"

"Bufan, Bufan, you stay up late so often, I don’t even dare to imagine how short your lifespan might be. You wouldn’t want me to bury you, would you?"

After delivering breakfast and sitting back down, Lin Li’s expression began to mourn Bai Bufan’s demeanor.

"No worries, the lifespan lost from staying up late is made up for by the increased waking hours from staying up late," Bai Bufan said lazily, putting his breakfast under the table to eat it during class later, and choosing to continue lying down for a bit.

Lin Li: "..."

Don’t say it, seriously, don’t say it.

You bunch who stay up late (pointing fingers).

"And I didn’t sleep well, not because of staying up late, but because I had a nightmare. Last night I dreamt I was beaten up by a group of people. After waking up scared, I went back to sleep, only to be beaten up again with them saying, ’How dare you come back?’ I was beaten so badly I couldn’t take care of myself, and overall, it didn’t feel like resting at all, like I was falling ill."

Bai Bufan sighed sadly.

"It’s okay, look on the bright side. Dreams are usually the opposite. Maybe today you’ll get beaten up by a group too," Lin Li consoled.

"What the hell, weren’t you saying the opposite? How am I still getting beaten up by a group?"

"In reality, you’ll get beaten so badly you can’t even take care of yourself."

Bai Bufan: "?"

"Isn’t your opposite too literal?! Damn it!" Bai Bufan covered his head with an English book. "Don’t wake me for morning self-study, wait until Koukou comes."

Bai Bufan felt a pat on his right shoulder.

Just as he was about to curse, he recalled previous experiences. Shaking himself awake, he looked to his right rear with a fawning smile, remembering the lesson of ’I sent Xue Jian a lesson’.

Damn it.

It was still Lin Li OvO.

In fact, Xue Jian didn’t enter the classroom until the first bell of the class meeting, sitting on the lectern table and taking a sip of tea.

"Class meeting, let’s talk about a few things."

"The school checked the weather and saw that for a few days starting the day after tomorrow, it will be nice and not rainy, with some clouds, which is great for holding a sports event."

"So, our first and last high school sports event for class four is starting the day after tomorrow."

"I know most of you have your cell phones with you this week. If you have them, hand them over now."

The routine phone collection session.

Lin Li looked over at Bai Bufan after hearing this.

Bai Bufan, confident and graceful, calmly took out a model phone from his bag, flashed it before Lin Li, and handed it in boldly.

On the way back, he gave Lin Li a devilish smile.

"Prepared, early, accurate." This is what it means to learn from experience —

"Bufan, take back your model phone and hand in your real one."

Bai Bufan’s steps stopped, and his smile shifted onto Lin Li’s face.

Turning his head slowly, Bai Bufan tried to play dumb: "Huh?"

However, Xue Jian just held the ’phone’ Bai Bufan handed in, pressing the power button for a long moment, and smiled at him after seeing no reaction.

With Principal Wang’s expectations to uphold, Xue Jian had a reason to keep an eye on Bai Bufan!!

Bai Bufan: "..."

"Damn it."

His scheme exposed, Bai Bufan admitted defeat willingly and handed over his actual phone.

"Why is Old Jian always checking my phone?!" Bai Bufan said unwillingly, as in contrast to Xue Jian’s indifferent attitude towards the other phones handed in, he felt clearly singled out.

"Because you have poor integrity," Lin Li sneered. "If you acted decently like me now and then, you wouldn’t simply do indecent things."

Bai Bufan: "..."

Some people have no self-awareness, doesn’t matter who says it.

Damn it, if Lin Li ever stayed in the dorms with a phone, Bai Bufan couldn’t even imagine how it would be carefully guarded.

"Anyone who needs to charge their phone, let me know," Xue Jian stood up after collecting the phones and said, "I’ll take these to the office first. Yu Ying, you can share what you wanted to say with everyone."

"Sure."

Xue Jian left with a bag of phones, and Chen Yu Ying went up to the lectern.

"Everyone, I mainly wanted to bring up that I’ve noticed other classes rehearsing for an opening ceremony performance, and I was wondering if our class should do something as well. Otherwise, our class would just be circling the track aimlessly during the opening ceremony, which might be a bit boring.

Sadly, this idea came up a bit late, and the sports event is scheduled for this week. We can only brainstorm together to see if there’s a last-minute solution. If we can’t put a performance together, we can focus on our attire."

Chen Yu Ying said.

"What’s an opening ceremony performance? Is it by class?" someone asked out of curiosity.

"Hold on, I’ll find a video from last year."

Chen Yu Ying opened the multimedia equipment and played a video of last year’s sports day opening ceremony.

During the opening ceremony, each class marched past the main platform, and the announcer would say that the class approaching is High Year XX Class, brimming with enthusiasm and style, etc. Then, each class would shout a class slogan to the principal and other leaders upon reaching the platform.

This is when classes could choose to stop on the platform to ’perform.’

The performances were not only for the teachers but also for other classes waiting on the field.

Based on past recordings.

Some classes sent out a few people or even the whole class to dance, others performed a skit without dialogue, and some even danced dragon and lion dances in front of the platform.

When the music for "You’re So Beautiful" played in the video, the boys in the back row felt a bit dazed.

What year is it now?

In this era where Kun dancing has faded, it’s touching that seniors last year were keeping the spirit alive.

Teary-eyed.

Of course, these opening ceremony performances weren’t compulsory, otherwise, Wang Ze would have informed everyone a week ago. Actually, many classes just shouted a slogan and passed on to the next class.

"The school says that if there is a performance, it shouldn’t exceed three minutes. After watching, does anyone have suggestions or anyone willing to volunteer to perform?" Chen Yu Ying asked.

The slightly noisy group immediately quieted down.

Time was too tight. A full rehearsal wasn’t possible, and it was difficult for those willing to perform to come up with a program everyone’s okay with on short notice.

Seeing that Chen Yu Ying’s words were going to fall flat, Lin Li couldn’t stand it. Despite not knowing what to do, he loudly said:

"Class President, I have an idea!"

The entire class looked over at Lin Li.

"Don’t harm Bai Bufan," Bai Bufan warned cautiously.

"Then I have no idea," Lin Li instantly deflated like a popped balloon.

Bai Bufan: "..."

You damn idiot.

"Lin Li, go ahead," Chen Yu Ying smiled at him.

"I have a script for a stage play, and I already decided on the content: ’The Great Traitor Bufan,’" Lin Li said enthusiastically.

"Why is my role already fixed! Baka yarou, I’m not playing a traitor! Your wicked heart!" Bai Bufan widened his eyes.

He’s so angry he could turn into a ghost.

"Bufan, you don’t have to play a traitor. You just play yourself," Lin Li said with gentle affection, then looked at the class to recruit other roles: "We still need five big men, preferably with dark skin. Any volunteers?"

The class went silent.

Bai Bufan started to think.

What does playing himself mean, recruiting big men now?

Bai Bufan: ⊙.⊙.

Wait a minute.

No!

Wait!!

You damn great traitor Bufan!

So it wasn’t a verb-object structure but a subject-verb-object, was it?!