The Most Random System

Chapter 1228: Chapter 542: This Finally Ended Semester Was Quite Long_2

Walking into the dormitory and closing the door, the noise of parents and students in the hallway was shut outside, and it instantly became much quieter.

It seems like the dorm had gone through a phase of tidying up during the lunch break. There were scattered suitcases, some books, and miscellaneous items on the floor, with a faint dusty smell in the air.

Bai Bufan sat down heavily on the edge of Bao Wei’s lower bunk bed, pointing to a pile of bedding in the corner, "Lin Li, my dear bro, help me get this stuff out first, so I can put it in a bag later."

"I’ll go up and tidy my mattress first, and then you can help me fold it from underneath."

Bai Bufan pulled out a half-empty cardboard box from under the bed, which contained two pairs of shoes wrapped in plastic bags and other miscellaneous items. He took out a pair of slippers and said.

"Anything is fine." Lin Li replied nonchalantly.

"There’s also a thermal shirt and pants outside, but they don’t match. Whose are they? Don’t forget to take them in." Bao Wei opened the balcony door, holding a clothes rod, and asked the crowd in the dorm, "Bufan, Ze Yu, are they yours?"

"Let me see... no, they’re not mine."

"Not mine either."

That’s just how it is in the dormitory. Sometimes, things mysteriously appear that don’t ’belong’ to anyone in the room.

Human memory has no limits, bro.

"But Bao Wei! Could you please help me take in the quilt hanging on the balcony? I’ll treat you next semester." Bai Bufan shouted towards the balcony.

"Mission guaranteed," Bao Wei didn’t refuse, "But what will you treat me to?"

Bai Bufan: "I’m treating you now to something for next semester’s meal."

Lin Li couldn’t help but chuckle.

Two wishes fulfilled at once, that is.

"Thanks, Bufan," Bao Wei was touched, no one had ever been so kind to him, so tears filled his eyes, making it hard for him to see what was happening on the balcony—"Oh no, slipped hand, whose quilt just fell downstairs."

"Oh no, was that mine?" Bai Bufan asked, laughing.

"Let me check," Bao Wei’s voice continued, "Bufan, it’s probably not yours, I saw yours at noon, and it wasn’t this dirty."

"Hahaha—wrong, wrong, bro, please help me take it up, love ya." Bai Bufan laughed and requested.

It’s almost New Year, it’s Bao Wei’s main stage, he endured.

Half a minute later, Zhou Baowei brought up the large, heavy winter quilt and flung it onto Bai Bufan’s bed.

"Thanks."

Zhou Baowei took a breath and shook his head, "Bufan, this quilt of yours is really heavy."

Today’s exercise quota met, reward yourself with a big feast the day after tomorrow.

As for why not tonight or tomorrow, it’s because Bao Wei had already found reasons to reward himself before, the schedule was already full.

"This is actually not bad, not too heavy," Bai Bufan hugged the quilt, sniffing the sun-dried scent, turned to Zhou Bao and lamented, "I once washed a whole quilt with water, damn, a water-washed quilt, now THAT is truly heavy."

Lin Li, Zhou Baowei: "O.o?"

"Water, wash, quilt, huh~?" Lin Li repeated the words one by one, then looked up at Bai Bufan in admiration and amusement, clicking his tongue and shaking his head:

"How can you Southerners say such things? Can Chinese words be combined like this?"

"Don’t mention it."

"The thing is, my mom called and told me to put the bed sheets in the washing machine, but I misheard it and thought she wanted me to put the whole quilt in. Little old me painstakingly stuffed the thick quilt into the washing machine and filled it with water, feeling a sense of accomplishment watching it roll...

I even thought my mom assigned me such a heavy task and would definitely reward me afterwards?

All the beauty came to an abrupt end when my mom got home, that day I rolled harder than the washing machine."

Bai Bufan raised his head, eyes wandering, speaking gently as if reminiscing about the good old days.

"Auntie was being conservative," Lin Li laughed, "Actually, weight’s no longer the issue, can your quilt even be used anymore?

Honestly, if Ultraman came and squeezed it, even his chest light would blink red."

"No need to mention past events," Bai Bufan waved his hand dismissively, "Used a crane to hang the quilt on the balcony, dried it for three days without success, and the whole balcony was filled with a rancid smell."

"Why didn’t you use the spin dryer? In our weather, unless it’s the peak of summer, how could cotton quilts possibly dry?" Zhou Baowei asked with a smile.

Bai Bufan laughed even more freely.

"Hahaha, my mom has tried that before,

Lin Li, Bao Wei, you know that experience where you and your mom struggle to move the quilt from the washing machine to the spin dryer. Then, exhausted, you return to the living room to rest, thinking, whew—finally a short-lived break.

Suddenly, a minute later, the spin dryer, sounding like a train ’kuang kuang kuang kuang’, with a water hose, walks out of the bathroom into the living room to greet you for salvation?

"Have you guys ever seen such scenes?"

"Whose quilt is that?"

"Yours, yours."

The imagery was quite strong, Lin Li and Zhou Baowei laughed, giving a thumbs up.

The door opened, and Chen Tianming entered the classroom with his parents.

"Hello, Uncle and Aunt."

With parents present, the absolute domain of class four had to tone down a bit, so everyone greeted and stopped speaking in such inhuman languages and began concentrating on cleaning up.

But there was no need to completely hold back—

"Make sure nothing is left behind, thoroughly check the drawers and beds, especially the books, remember to bring them home. Don’t just focus on playing during the winter break, most of the time I can’t supervise you. Bufan, be self-disciplined and save your mom some trouble."

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