The Most Random System

"Holy crap! Forty! Forty-one! He’s revived! The emperor of East Sea has returned! Is this the power of love? Class monitor, yell a few more times, maybe Lin Li will become invincible!" Bai Bufan exclaimed in shock.

Though Teacher You Jun was present, since he was the physical education teacher and in charge of teaching the sports special admissions students, he absolutely didn’t care about mere student romances or tattling, so there was no need to worry.

"His hands are starting to tremble! Is he exhausted? He can’t lift up anymore! Class monitor, quick! Yell! You’re the only one left now—"

Ding Sihan: "Lin Li, keep it up!"

"Holy crap! Lin Li completely wilted! Did everyone see that? He barely did half and then almost collapsed, nearly letting go of the bar! That look in his eyes, his consciousness seems to be drifting away! Is that foam coming out of his mouth? Ding Sihan, stop it!! You’re not allowed to cheer anymore!!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Ding Sihan’s forehead subtly displayed the pattern of a cross-vein.

She maintained a smiling expression, but the sound that emanated was more like the grinding of teeth than laughter.

Damn Lin Li.

Ding Sihan suspected he was doing it on purpose, but had no evidence.

If Lin Li wasn’t taking a test right now, she would have rewarded him with a Leo Flying Kick, high or low.

But there was a substitute on the scene!

"Ding Sihan, no kicking the commentator! Red card! Ejected!" Bai Bufan, who got a surprise hit on the backside, quickly fled.

"Forty-three!" But after Lin Li did another perfect one, the two’s attention immediately returned to the bar.

"Forty-four!"

Lin Li was now panting heavily and trembling, just like trainees in a talent show demonstrating how tired they were.

"The last one! Lin Li! Keep it up!"

"Bai! Bufan!" Lin Li gritted his teeth and roared, "Lend me ten years of your life so I can do one more!!"

Suddenly, Lin Li had a burst of energy and lifted his body high again!

"Forty-five!" Even Teacher You Jun couldn’t help but start applauding.

Bai Bufan: "?"

"Hey! Wait a minute! I didn’t agree! Don’t lend it! I didn’t sign anything!! Give me back my lifetime!"

Zhou Baowei excitedly ran up, causing a little earthquake, and high-fived Lin Li, who seemed to have burnt out and turned into white ash: "Champion! We are the champions!"

There should be a trophy here, along with an NPC that refreshes upon holding the cup.

"You’re really impressive, Lin Li, doing forty-five at once. Even back when I was in physical education school, very few could do that, and you did it all perfectly."

After writing 45 beside Lin Li’s name, You Jun praised him.

Some students feared authority and wouldn’t point out teachers’ mistakes, but Bai Bufan wasn’t one of them:

"Teacher, you made a mistake, fifteen belong to Bai Bufan, and fifteen belong to Zhou Baowei. Write a fifteen here."

You Jun: "Heh."

Feeling like he might have to run laps again if he continued, Bai Bufan returned gloomily to the group of boys, only to find everyone looking equally sullen, and asked: "What’s wrong?"

Qin Zeyu, with cold eyes, nodded his chin in a direction.

Bai Bufan looked over.

Oh, it was just Chen Yu Ying wiping Lin Li’s sweat, surrounded by girls from Class Four expressing admiration, and even girls from other classes taking the same period had been drawn by Class Four’s noise, pointing towards Lin Li and seemingly chatting about something.

Yao Qiaoqiao was among them.

Now those girls were playfully hitting their friends, their expressions teasing, even a little shy.

No wonder usually non-aggressive Chen Tianming was now baring his teeth.

Bai Bufan was silent for a while, then snickered: "Lin Li’s forty-five, I think he just lucked out. Anyone can do it if they’re lucky."

Qin Zeyu: "Yeah, plus I think the main reason is the good weather today; if it were bad, what could he do?"

Chen Tianming: "His underwear was light."

Wang Ze: "Light underwear? Lin Li’s style is too small; if he wore my large style, added weight wouldn’t work."

Zhang Haoyang: "He obviously used arm leverage, let Lin Li try without hands; would he still manage?"

Yang Bangjie: "I personally saw Lin Li carrying two boxes of sour milk and a bag of Wangzai snacks to the bar’s place, damn it, probably forging relationships and taking the backdoor. Such nepotism, disgusting!"

Zhou Baowei: "Holy crap? I want to eat some too!"

Everyone stared at Zhou Baowei, their gaze growing cold.

Zhou Baowei, drenched with sweat, immediately coughed twice, expressionless, and joined the crowd of disdain again:

"Cough, cough, I just smelled it, Lin Li was farting the whole time he was doing it; it was actually nitrogen acceleration, not his own skills."

Another small group of guys.

"Wishing it were me instead..."

Wang Yuezhi watched Chen Yu Ying wiping Lin Li’s sweat, gritting his teeth, his voice slipping through his teeth.

He then pulled out a tissue from his pocket: "No, I must help Lin Li wipe his sweat."

Zou Weilun: "?"

Which one do you actually wish to replace, damn it?

"No, my relationship with Lin Li is still too poor. This way, Yongfei, you, go help Lin Li wipe his sweat." Wang Yuezhi contemplated for a moment and thought his plan wasn’t perfect.

Seeing the tissue handed to him by Wang Yuezhi, Zhuo Yongfei: "O.o?"

"Me?"

"Yuezhi, you crazy?"

...

"Eleven! Twelve!"

Bai Bufan’s neck bulged with veins, clearly holding his breath, his chin gradually rising. Finally, he successfully passed over the bar, lightly tapped, and immediately dropped, then repeated the previous motion, heading up again...

"Thirteen! Fourteen! Ahhhh fifteen!!!"

His grip on the bar began to tremble violently, and as the last word fell, Bai Bufan suddenly released both hands.

He propped his hands on his hips, his chest heaving, breathing heavily, "huffing" sounds from his mouth, cheeks flushed.

Bending over to rub his sore arms and back, his eyes seemed a bit moist, Bai Bufan choked up: "I did it! I did it! Fifteen! A full fifteen!"

Facing yet another full-score student, Class Four didn’t cheer, nor were there girls watching.

"Heh."

You Jun crossed his arms, looking at Bai Bufan like a fool, sneering without smiling.

Because Bai Bufan chose the lowest bar, only 1.7 meters tall, damn it, not even taller than others.

His feet were firmly planted on the ground throughout, just standing in place, moving his upper body, his arms symbolically bent fifteen times.

What, thinking he’s some non-mainstream long-haired guy with a severely limited view?

"Hurry and measure over there, don’t waste time." You Jun, annoyed, nodded his chin, giving the troublemaker a kick.

Only then did Bai Bufan sigh, walked to the bar where Lin Li had violated forty-five times not long ago with a helpless face, took a deep breath, doing warm-up exercises, even rubbed his hands, mainly playing the role of a poorly performing student with lots of stationery.

Then got up, grabbed, and strained his body upwards.

This time, he didn’t mess around but took the test seriously.

A moment later, realizing he had no strength left, Bai Bufan regrettably fell back to the ground, shaking his head: "Defeated Lin Li."

Even with full effort, he couldn’t win.

You Jun: "Can’t use swinging, the one just done doesn’t count, 0."

Bai Bufan: "?"

"Brother Jun! I only did that one! It can’t not count! I have a life-and-death brother called Wang Ze. If I’m counted zero, I’ll be life-and-deathed tonight back in the dorm!"

Bai Bufan immediately panicked.

"Give me a one! I’m begging you! Give me a one!"

"Besides, isn’t a zero or a one both failing? What’s the difference, Brother Jun!!"

You Jun, who recognized Bai Bufan wanted to secretly record him kneeling and post it to cyberbully him later, reluctantly twitched his mouth and wrote a 1 for him.

Only then did Bai Bufan contentedly return to the crowd, watching You Jun call the next person for the test.

Lin Li: "Hey, Bufan, by the way, do you know what forty-five divided by one equals?"

Bai Bufan: "..."

Bai Bufan didn’t answer but gazed at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle:

"To be honest, I can’t quite understand why pull-ups are a mandatory test project for middle and college students."

"Does nobody find this project lewd?"

"Pull-ups use hands; this is basically hand-leverage."

"Doing hand-leverage fifteen times consecutively, who can handle this full score standard?"

"Those who established this project, their intentions are despicable!"