Chapter 309: 119 must be because my physics is not good enough. _1
When Bai Lian was downstairs,
Jiang He finished his meal and hopped off the stool to go upstairs.
Jiang Fulai leaned casually against the chair-back, his mic was on, but his video was off, his face expressionless, as He Wen was making a literature review presentation with an all-English PowerPoint slide on the large computer screen.
Yu Guang noticed Jiang He, but Jiang Fulai paid him no attention.
Jiang He looked down and slowly poked at his watch, occasionally glancing at him.
Jiang Fulai realized something was off with this guy, so he muted his mic, tapped his fingertips on the table, and gestured for Jiang He to come over.
Jiang He sat on one side, still engrossed in his watch, ignoring him.
Jiang Fulai: “…”
Jiang He’s dark eyes turned towards the tea in front of Jiang Fulai.
Very well.
Jiang Fulai flipped a cup out with one hand, poured some for him, stood up, and placed it in front of him with a tug of his lip, “Drink.”
Jiang He finished drinking then extended his little finger, slowly showing him a “1”.
“You’re eight years old now, postponing for another year,” Jiang Fulai propped his hand against the table, “your sister Bai will be a graduate student, and you, Jiang Xiaoniao—”
He gently exhaled a few words, “Do you want to become a true illiterate?”
Jiang He suddenly stood up and then walked out of the study, feeling dejected.
Remembering something.
He looked at his watch again, resentfully sending Jiang Fulai a picture.
After the group meeting ended.
Jiang Fulai drove Bai Lian back. He was so silent it was suffocating. Bai Lian wore headphones and listened to the English original text; she knew many literature pieces were in English, so having a good foundation in the language was very important.
It wasn’t until they got out of the car and he followed her into the alley that she took off her headphones.
“Is your lab not going well?” Bai Lian asked.
Indeed, someone’s silence was somewhat abnormal, very unaccustomed.
Jiang Fulai shook his head, “No, I’m thinking.”
“About what?” Bai Lian expressed her surprise, stowing her headphones in her pocket, curious about what kind of difficult problem could keep him thinking for half an hour with no solution, “Let’s hear it.”
She was genuinely curious to know what the tough question was.
Jiang Fulai was probably a step behind Bai Lian, the alley’s streetlight was very bright. He casually followed her from behind, slightly lowering his head, the light falling on his sharp nose, elegant composure blended with a hint of melancholy.
He slowly lifted his head, murmuring profoundly, “It must be because my physics isn’t good enough.”
Bai Lian: “…?”
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