"Ah—"
Lin Yi sometimes didn't understand why someone as smart as Tian Bufan, who had a photographic memory, would still need paper records. But considering how outrageous S City University was, even Tian Bufan couldn't guarantee to stay alert at all times, and sometimes a paper backup could ensure nothing went wrong.
After taking care of it, he tore down the Art Building Rules and Art Student Rules, folded them neatly, and planned to find time to give them to Tian Bufan, preferably during a meal.
After stretching for a bit, Lin Yi suddenly thought of something, stood up, and walked towards the bookshelves.
Wei Liang was already picking out his third batch of H-manga. Seeing Lin Yi approach, he glared and exclaimed, "Damn, Old Lin, you've changed! You keep saying no, but your body is more honest than your mind!"
"Screw off; I'm not here for H-manga!" Lin Yi elbowed him and headed towards other bookshelves.