Hong Dali was clueless about the plans of the higher-ups. He was laying carefreely on his classroom table, boringly playing with his refined fountain pen that was worth 3,800 yuan, twirling it around like the propeller of a helicopter. While doing so, he was thinking: Now that my health attribute points are maxed out at 100 points, it would be hard to explain why my sickly body suddenly recovered entirely. Although my family didn't dwell on this now, eventually, they will come around and realize this. I need to think of a plan to explain this situation smoothly.
One couldn't help but admit that Hong Dali's thinking was accurate.
