The System is Abstract, Luckily, So Am I

The fourth day of persisting in early rising, the third day of completing Task One.

Want to die.

At least the previous two days he could sleep in after getting up, but thinking about having to go straight to school after training today made Lin Li feel even more miserable.

Every morning Lin Li could only console himself with Kobe.

Man! What cans can I say? Black snakes get out!

[Update completed.]

Then he noticed the system message.

After a moment of surprise, Lin Li immediately felt some joy, then frowned.

The joy was that this system could still update.

The frown was worry that the system had fixed the bugs—you know, Lin Li was currently living off bugs.

As everyone knows, although there are bugs, as long as the code can still run normally, even if the code is a pile of shit mountain, you must never touch it.

It couldn't possibly make him transmigrate now to deal with pleasure demon cultivators.

Then Lin Li carefully examined the system and reached a conclusion: "What the hell did you update?"

Nothing new appeared, and nothing old disappeared.

Anyway, Lin Li couldn't see any difference, and there wasn't even an update log.

Whatever, never mind for now—nothing he could do about it anyway.

Having hopes for a low-intelligence system was itself a kind of mental deficiency, wasn't it?

"The sun shines brightly, flowers smile at me. Little birds say grass grass grass, why does your brain have bubbles~~" Singing refined and harmonious songs, Lin Li once again came to the residential area.

Strange, why wasn't Little Zhou with his grandfather-grandson duality at the usual place today?

The previous three days, every time he came, Zhou was already here earlier than him.

Hope he wasn't sick or anything. Although Little Zhou had tried to scam him and steal his technique, magnanimous Lin Li didn't mind these things.

But if Little Zhou was really sick, Lin Li wouldn't find it strange either. After all, he was one of the eyewitnesses to how frail the other's body was.

An old man who could get winded just from standing and breathing, sitting and resting.

Still hoped he was okay though—practicing body forging alone was quite lonely.

Pushing down these thoughts, Lin Li immersed himself in serious training.

[Practice Eight-Stage Body Forging Technique earnestly before the Hour of the Rabbit for one consecutive week, accumulating at least half a time period before the Hour of the Dragon. (3/7)]

Becoming a dead dog, Lin Li slowly went home to shower with an expression both joyful and painful.

A few minutes later.

In the nearby bushes, an old man with camouflage painted on his face slowly poked out his head, his expression puzzled yet serious.

Today he deliberately didn't watch this kid openly, hiding early in the grass. Without him, this residential area's moral guardian, why didn't this kid go scam other elderly people?

Disguising so seriously?

He was so tired from squatting, thankfully there weren't many mosquitoes early in the morning.

Could it be this kid had already discovered him? He was clearly hidden so well, using skills learned during military service.

"Old Zhou."

Hearing someone call him, Zhou Youwei turned his head and saw an old lady he knew, Zhang Fang.

"Oh, Old Zhang, what's up?" Zhou Youwei showed a gentle smile. This old lady was the most elegant and graceful in the residential area—at an age where appearance wasn't so important anymore, she was considered a great beauty in the old men's eyes.

"The residential area belongs to everyone, and maintenance depends on everyone too. Even if you're in a hurry, the public toilet is right over there—you should go there to handle it." Zhang Fang thought for a while before carefully choosing her words to persuade.

Zhou Youwei was first stunned, then realized, his old face turning bright red: "I wasn't using the toilet here."

The old lady looked embarrassed, glanced down at Zhou Youwei's bottom, and said nothing more.

Zhou Youwei looked down and suddenly stood up: "Who the fuck took a shit under my ass? I was wondering why it smelled so bad!"

"See, you admit this is your butt too. Old Zhou, please clean it up quickly. I'll pretend I don't know." Hearing this, the old lady quickly left, giving the old man a non-embarrassing environment.

Zhou Youwei: "?"

What do you mean I admit this is my butt?

"No, Old Zhang, come look! This is dog shit—a dog took it!"

"Don't talk about yourself like that..."

"I'm not saying I'm a dog! What's wrong with your comprehension? I, I—"

Old Zhou, who had managed not to get winded yesterday, got winded again today.

Too bad Lin Li didn't see it.

...

Lin Li arrived at the classroom and brought breakfast to several classmates.

Since starting to get up before 5 AM, bringing them breakfast had never been late again.

His sons were getting a good deal.

"When I think about having to attend five consecutive days of classes, I really want to die." Zhou Baowei shoveled glutinous rice into his mouth, saying listlessly.

"Then remember to pick a bad day to die, so you can turn it into a good day." Lin Li yawned and responded.

"Don't die recently—my aunt is due these two days. I'm afraid you'll reincarnate into my family." Bai Bufan said gently to Zhou Baowei.

Zhou Baowei's glutinous rice dropped from his mouth into the bowl with a plop, staring blankly at the deskmate pair Lin Li and Bai Bufan.

One played good cop, the other played... fucking good cop too.

Such strong aggression—no wonder you two could be deskmates.

Lin Li had already sprawled on his desk, nuzzling his head in his elbow to find a comfortable position and shape.

—Today he still had to earnestly listen and study the sect's guidance. If he got sleepy then, it would be over. Fortunately, the first period and morning reading were both English, which he could use to recover some energy.

"Bufan, wake me up when the English teacher comes."

"Okay." Monday drowsiness was normal, so Bai Bufan just nodded without any teasing.

When people were truly tired, they really could fall asleep as soon as their head hit something, even though for the thin Lin Li, resting his bare arm as a pillow wasn't very comfortable in summer.

...

Lin Li stood in the void, accepting the villagers' submission.

His left arm embraced a righteous cold fairy, his right arm held a demonic hot enchantress, his expression wanton and enjoyable.

"It was just casually slaying a demon, everyone needn't be like this. Please get up." Lin Li waved his hand, not caring about the good deed he'd just done. "If you really want to thank me, prepare a 2.4×2 meter big bed, and also prepare some jelly, popping candy, ice cream..."

Why did he ask Yang Liang for only 1.8×2 last time but 2.4 this time? Because last time was for two people to sleep, this time for three—this was called being meticulous.

Lin Li hadn't finished stating his requirements when pain struck.

The enchantress in his arms actually gave him a heavy elbow strike.

Lin Li was about to question why she did this, but when he saw even the saint rushing up to elbow him while making Bai Bufan's voice, he realized the situation was bad.

...

"Lin Li, fucking wake up! Lin Li, fucking wake up!"

Lin Li suddenly raised his head, took the English textbook he'd prepared in advance, and pretended to read.

Then he found the whole place was quiet—no one seemed to be doing morning reading.

Lin Li put down the textbook, and a somewhat frightening scene appeared—all the classmates were currently staring at him.

Including the English class representative standing on the podium desk.

Finished finished finished finished finished finished.

"I didn't talk in my sleep just now, did I? Bai Bufan, please, shake your head quickly." Swallowing saliva, Lin Li looked at Bai Bufan tremblingly.

What a joke—this kind of thing, don't come over here!

(End of Chapter)