Go to the hospital for a check-up?
What do you an?
Is this a reminder for him to pay attention to health check-ups?
Well, you could say that.
If you count the last ti he had a proper check-up, it was the one arranged by the school during the college entrance exams. It’s been several years now, though not quite ten.
It’s not that Jiang Chen neglects his health; it’s just that he has always felt a strong aversion towards hospitals. Plus, in his twenties, at the peak of life, who would think of constantly going to the hospital?
However, since Pei Yunxi, a goddess-like figure, put aside her ego to show concern, Jiang Chen felt that he shouldn’t let her down. If he gets the chance, he should go to Xinghuo dical Center for a comprehensive check-up.
Sigh.
It’s still a late reminder.
He clearly just returned from River City and had been to Xinghuo dical Center.
Roaming around, he went back "ho." Well, even if he’s not the hoowner, it doesn’t an it can’t be ho.
If the na on the property certificate were the standard, who knows how many people would be holess.
Especially so married n, who might have put their wives’ nas on the title to please them.
So it’s inaccurate to use the hoowner as the standard. Whether it’s ho should depend on the "feeling" and "atmosphere."
Honestly, no matter how good the decor, it’s always about the people. Otherwise, no matter how big the space, all you have is emptiness and loneliness. When Jiang Chen stepped into the mansion he bought with the first big expenditure of his life, the scene ward his heart.
Around two in the afternoon, Daoist Sister was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, watching TV intently, quiet, as beautiful as a goddess. A handso boy was lying on the table next to her, doing howork with intense focus.
What man could resist such a scene?
However.
There seems to be a question.
— Why is this kid doing howork on the first floor?
Doesn’t he have a desk in his room?
Jiang Chen walked over and found that this kid wasn’t just pretending. He had already filled out most of the howork sheet, and it was physics.
"Where’s my sister?"
Martial Saint looked up.
"She’s gone."
"Oh..."
Martial Saint probably didn’t expect his sister to leave without a word, or maybe he was bemoaning his wasted effort, then he sighed theatrically, "Sigh, I was hoping she’d co back so I could ask her for advice."
"Advice on what? Advice on studies? You know your sister’s education level, don’t you? Are you looking to pick a fight?"
Jiang Chen spoke bluntly.
After all, Lan Peizhi isn’t around.
"Don’t underestimate her. My sister hasn’t had much schooling, but it doesn’t an she lacks knowledge."
In the end, a brother is still a brother.
Despite how intimately Martial Saint calls Jiang Chen his brother, if there were a real conflict between two people, his stance would be clear.
"I never said she was unknowledgeable."
Knowing that this kid is cunning for his age, Jiang Chen naturally remained cautious. No surprise, this kid likely still held a grudge over the Kabukicho incident. While being wary of him seeking revenge, Jiang Chen looked at his physics howork, "But if you ask her about these kinds of problems, she definitely wouldn’t know."
"Do you know?"
Martial Saint asked instinctively.
Jiang Chen chuckled. As his brilliance beca more dazzling, it seed as if people gradually forgot about his identity as a top student.
"Do you know how much I scored in physics in the college entrance exam?"
"How much?"
"Full marks."
How childish.
To flaunt in front of a kid.
But.
Now Boss Jiang, mindful of his status, would only show off to a kid.
"You’re bragging, aren’t you?"
Martial Saint sneered, full of disbelief, "No one in our class got full marks in physics, and it’s tougher than math."
"If you discover the charm of physics, you’ll find it’s not just a subject; it’s an art form."
Martial Saint paused, perhaps no longer finding physics overwhelming, but instead looking at Jiang Chen as if watching a weirdo.
Jiang Chen ignored him, looking at his howork sheet.
"At dusk, the sun appears red because at dusk..."
It was a multiple-choice question.
There were three options below.
A. The sun emits more red light
B. The path of sunlight is longer
C. The sun is closer to the earth
"Don’t you think this kind of question is beautiful?"
Martial Saint was numb, too young to grasp it, or perhaps at that age, one can’t find alternative beauties amidst piles of questions.
People can never have both youth and a sense of youth simultaneously.
"What’s the answer to this question?"
Martial Saint asked tentatively.
"The path is longer."
"Why?"
Martial Saint couldn’t help but ask; he had chosen C.
Boss Jiang was patient, having a rare mont at ho, he decided to beco a temporary tutor. "Because at dusk, the sun’s angle is low, and the atmosphere’s path is long. When light passes through the atmosphere, gases, and dust scatter it. According to Rayleigh scattering, shorter wavelength light, such as blue or violet, scatters more easily, while longer wavelengths like red and orange are less scattered. At dusk, light travels a longer path, and most of the short-wavelength blues scatter away, allowing longer wavelengths like red to reach our eyes, hence the sun appears red."
Martial Saint widened his eyes, staring in a daze at Jiang Chen, then pointing to another question he found unsure about.
"What about this one?"
It was another multiple-choice question.
The question was simple but intriguing, quite different from traditional physics problems.
[The taste of the Antarctic sea ice is ()]
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