The Most Random System

"Well, that’s how it is." Everyone agreed with the conclusion.

After enjoying a hearty meal, they picked up their breakfasts and returned to their seats.

After morning reading, it was time for the class meeting.

As the semester-end approaches, naturally there are no activities. After Xue Jian walked in, he simply emphasized the upcoming final exams and their timing.

The final exam schedule is just as they thought—it’ll be next Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.

But after Xue Jian finished speaking, no task popped up from the system.

Oh, being first in class really brings trouble; I’m still suffering from being good at studying.

However, just like the mid-term exam, both the exam rooms and seating arrangements are random, so maybe I can look forward to a sudden mission.

After Xue Jian finished talking about this, he directly requisitioned the remaining time of the class meeting.

"Take out the test papers from the weekend; there’s no time to correct them. Compare them yourselves; the final exam will be harder than this one."

"Multiple-choice answers: ADBAD, BBCAD."

Lin Li glanced at the test paper, then propped his chin with his right hand, spun a spirit stone with his left hand, and turned to look out the window to pass the time.

Xue Jian noticed but wasn’t concerned, finding it quite the double joy.

After all, teachers who frequently teach students often encounter students at Jiahao’s level.

Especially during answer comparisons, they would loudly shout out answers, and if correct, they’d exclaim "NICE" with enthusiasm. If wrong, they’d appear extremely remorseful and might say, "I originally chose the right one."

If you say the answer to a question is one-half, they would ask if writing 0.5 is correct.

Encountering these types can’t be revealed openly, so you just nod.

But Lin Li is different.

Jiahao can’t describe Lin Li.

Because when you say the answer is one-half, Lin Li would ask—teacher, can we write Li Si for this question?

"Question 11, square root of 2; question 12, 7; question 13, 0.2."

Bai Bufan: "Teacher, can we fill in Shang Yang for question 13?"

Xue Jian: "..."

Almost forgot we still have this character.

"Bai Bufan, come over, stand by the podium for the class."

Xue Jian, who clearly regarded letting Bai Bufan stand at the back for class as a reward, smirked coldly.

Bai Bufan: "..."

...

Finally, it was break time.

After stepping off the podium, Xue Jian took Bai Bufan’s test paper, checking the correct answers while seeing if Bai Bufan had written them correctly.

After calculating, Bai Bufan, who’d been told half the class how he could get things wrong, returned to his seat like a sage.

On his face was a look of enlightenment beyond joy or sorrow.

"Lin Li."

"Go ahead." Lin Li, hearing the words, looked up, eager to hear Bai Bufan’s post-class reflections.

"Don’t you think solving equations is a very cutting-edge thing?"

Lin Li: "?"

Bai Bufan: "Let the people around X disappear one by one, ultimately losing those closest and most important, like the protagonist originally the center of attention, who walks up to the throne alone."

"X was born surrounded by numbers and symbols, unclear of his own identity. He was born for this, yet he finds happiness because he’s not alone."

"The plus sign is a playful companion offering sweets; the multiplication sign a shoulder-slapping brother; constant terms are the chatty elders; coefficients are guiding lights on life’s path."

"But when my pen touches down, everything becomes a goodbye—move the constant terms away first, then eliminate the coefficients, the multiplication hand slides away, the plus sign’s candy wrapper dissipates on scrap paper. Every operation is a farewell, every simplification is a peeling away, till the right side of the equals sign only holds the answer, the left only holds X.

In the end, X finally discovers who he is.

He got what he wanted, yet when he looked back, no one was left behind, and everything was lost.

Really... it’s so sad..."

Sounds of choking sobs, sniffling, and crying.

Uh, none of these happened.

Lin Li: "What are you babbling about O.o? Don’t forget what Xue Jian said; next time, your paper must be handed over to him separately."

Bai Bufan: "Damn—!!"