As expected.
"Hehe." Lin Li raised his middle finger.
Bai Bufan, who originally wanted to respond to Lin Li's cold shoulder, suddenly frowned and fell into thought, looking up to ask after a brief half-second:
"Lin Li, Bao Wei, tell me, in ancient times without airplanes, how did those boys who started to surge through adolescence get through it? Wouldn't they be suffocated?"
Zhou Baowei: "Isn't the answer in poetry—'sing to express aspirations'."
Lin Li snorted even more: "The concept of adolescence didn't exist in ancient times, what's there to get through?"
"Master, you saying that has enlightened me!"
Laughing and joking to the entrance, the three parted ways and went home.
Instead of going directly to Brother Sun, Lin Li, in school uniform, knew it might cause unnecessary trouble, and there was still time before the appointment. So he went home, changed into casual clothes, had a quick dinner, and then biked to Brother Sun's barbecue shop.
