The Most Random System

Chapter 1050 - 475: Wu Song’s Sister Says Purple Is Classy

Bai Bufan realized one thing: Lin Li is a petty and scheming villain who can’t take a joke.His heart harbors a lot of dark thoughts.

For instance, he wishes Bai Bufan would become a cosplayer, go to the highway dressed as a speed bump, lift his skirt while lying on the road, and when Lin Li drives over, glance at him with disdain and say, "Gold Repair Powder, how disgusting."

Eww, anime is so gross.

However, if you were to see this scene from the balcony like Mrs. Bai just did, it would be clear that these kids are just playing, and her son is having fun too.

Otherwise, how to explain why her son only runs on the road? After all, he could just hide in the nearby apartment building, and the car naturally couldn’t follow.

Could it be her son is a fool?

How is that possible?

That’s why she can joke around for a bit and then leave with peace of mind, letting her son get run over by a car. Such is the deep ocean of maternal love, providing warmth and strength to the child in gentle waves.

In fact, just now there was also the mountain-like fatherly love of the Bai Family permeating the scene.

—Just like a mountain stands still over there, so Father Bai didn’t move at all, showcasing his fatherly love.

"Damn it, why didn’t I run to the side? Am I a fool?"

After being chased dog-style on the road for nearly a hundred meters, Bai Bufan suddenly thought of this brilliantly smart idea, immediately changing direction to head for the apartment building.

Seeing this, Lin Li, of course, stopped the car and stopped playing.

Unlocking the car doors, he waved to Bai Bufan with a smile:

"Alright, get in the car. What’s with this shabby outfit, why are you still wearing school pants?"

"Damn, you have the nerve to criticize. When I asked you what you were doing, you said nothing and just kept babbling, telling me to come down, then didn’t even reply to my messages, so I grabbed a jacket and ran out. I almost came down in slippers!

Hearing this, Bai Bufan flipped him off and complained bitterly about Lin Li scolding his birth.

"Actually, it wouldn’t matter if you wore slippers too," Lin Li laughed, honked the horn, "get in the car, get in the car, don’t make me open the door for you."

Bai Bufan opened the front car door, and before his butt hit the seat, he asked Lin Li in a melodramatic voice:

"Brother, if I take the exclusive passenger seat in your car, won’t your girlfriend be mad~~"

"Of course, thanks for reminding me. Get to the back seat," Lin Li calmly nodded.

"No way," Bai Bufan sat down unceremoniously, "you’re going to pick up Ding Sihan and Qu Wanqiu, right? Once everyone’s together, I’ll have to sit in the back with them; I’d feel so awkward.

"If you know that, then why are you saying all this nonsense?" Lin Li responded with a middle finger and started using the navigation, "Put on your seatbelt, we’re leaving."

"Are seatbelts even different? You only have one here; is this one a faulty seatbelt or what?" Bai Bufan pulled the seatbelt beside him with some confusion, wondering.

Could it be the one I’m fastening is broken? O.o?

Damn, Lin Li ignored me.

He seems to be treating me like an idiot.

"..."

"For fuck’s sake, play along! You ignoring me like this makes me look ridiculous!!"

Bai Bufan laughed and cursed, giving Lin Li a punch.

"What else could I do?" Lin Li chuckled, having already input Qu Wanqiu’s address, he glanced mockingly at Bai Bufan, saw he was safely belted, and stepped on the gas: "Let’s go."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Despite not knowing how many times he had ridden in a car, every time Bai Bufan saw Lin Li driving, he felt a sense of novelty and weirdness.

It’s like the feeling of a father seeing his kid really grow up — a mix of comfort and bittersweetness.

This complex emotion didn’t last long, because once Lin Li noticed his gaze, he deliberately lounged around and even drove one-handed, trying too hard to act cool.

But Bai Bufan obliged by complimenting, "Driving really has flair, tsk, I want to drive too. When I turn eighteen, the first thing I’m doing is getting a license."

"Actually, I think the requirement to be 18 to drive is unreasonable," Lin Li said seriously after hearing this:

"I conducted a male survey once, and the results showed that in countless car accident samples, the number caused by minors is far less than that by adults. Yet, the law restricts minors from driving; it’s simply absurd."

"Damn, Lin Li, you’re a real statistician," Bai Bufan gave a thumbs up.

It feels like Lin Li is the kind of person who on a spring train asks if everyone bought their ticket home, and deduces that everyone surely got their ticket home.

Or the kind who interviews every Russian roulette player who’s played with real bullets about their gaming experience and concludes Russian roulette is safe, as no one has ever died.

"Average so-so, not really an expert," Lin Li humbly waved his hand.

"Please switch to the left lane in advance and make a U-turn at the upcoming intersection." The navigation prompted.

"Really?" Bai Bufan reacted dramatically, with a fearful look: "Lin Li, stop, if you keep going you’ll turn into Louis XVI? I’m out for fun! Making U-turns, that kind of stuff, that’s just not okay—"

According to wild tales, when transporting Louis XVI to the execution ground, the escort crew kindly reminded him — "Make a U-turn in 100 meters."

And Louis XVI’s favorite roads were highways because they prohibited U-turns, thus making them a paradise.

"Don’t worry, don’t worry,"

This time Lin Li finally didn’t let Bai Bufan play the fool; he cooperatively picked up his line,

"You can’t trust the navigation; it often talks bullshit."