The last minute of evening self-study.
Tonight, there was no teacher on duty, and the discipline committee couldn't be bothered to manage, so the class had already started to make a ruckus.
"Lin Li, let me ask you, you're lying in bed, on your left is a GAY, on your right is an unparalleled beauty, at this moment, who will you turn your back to?" Bai Bufan asked.
An absolute dilemma.
Lin Li heard this, pinched his chin, and fell into deep thought.
In the end, he made up his mind, looked at Bai Bufan, and nodded: "An excellent shooter can deal damage while enduring the hits."
"Makes sense." Bai Bufan acknowledged, worthy of being the trusted shooter, "Only a shooter with such awareness deserves my support."
People who can't let go of anything can change nothing.
Wang Ze's virtual parents are like that, so is Lin Li's virtual swallow.
"Great, support, quickly help me take the GAY's damage." Lin Li rarely felt Bai Bufan's existence was also valuable.
Bai Bufan: "?"
