Tuesday, Christmas Eve.
A little after five in the afternoon, before evening self-study.
"When phlegm is in your throat, it’s continuous, which reflects the continuity of material motion. Once you spit it out, it becos a ’point’ with definite mass, energy, and montum, which reflects the discreteness of material motion.
And the fact that it can simultaneously display wave-like and particle-like behavior may prove that... old phlegm has wave–particle duality.
I feel like I’ve discovered sothing earth-shattering. So quantum chanics is actually closely related to our daily lives..."
Bai Bufan and Lin Li were leaning against the railing in the corridor, watching a teacher downstairs spit into a trash can. Bai Bufan muttered as his expression shifted over and over, then he finally couldn’t help looking at Lin Li:
"Lin Li, I might be about to win the Nobel Prize..."
Lin Li chuckled.
Li Bai could spit half a flourishing Great Tang from his poetic mouth, and Bufan was even more badass than Li Bai—one bark from his dog mouth and you get the entire Great Tang.
With Bai Bufan’s rits, at the very least Nobel himself would have to co hand him the prize.
"Bufan, if you really have that much phlegm, I suggest you eat lemons. They help relieve phlegm buildup. We call this effect ’food-induced reduction of viscous phlegm’. Oh, and make sure it’s dostic lemons. The ones from Japan don’t work," Lin Li said with a smile.
"Such an ancient , but that day’s spitting, spit it all out~" The dead s began to attack Bai Bufan’s mind. His mouth was full of disdain, but his body was very honest.
He felt that Lin Li’s discovery was also pretty shocking. His own Nobel Prize suddenly seed a bit shaky.
Before the two could continue elegantly discussing phlegm, Chen Yu Ying and Ding Sihan’s voices drifted over from the stairwell.
Lin Li turned his head, and sure enough, accompanying the voices was the appearance of the "three of them."
"Go deliver your apple, I’m gonna go pee."
Bai Bufan snapped his fingers and strolled leisurely toward the restroom.
"Monitor," at this point Lin Li couldn’t really talk about being shy anymore. He waved openly at Chen Yu Ying and then stepped forward to strike up a conversation: "Do you know what Christmas Eve ans?"
"It ans tomorrow is Christmas?" Chen Yu Ying tilted her head slightly, smiling as she countered.
"It ans soone’s gonna give you an apple," Ding Sihan and Qu Wanqiu teased with a laugh. "You obviously know but pretend you don’t say it out loud—is that the little couple’s special flavor of fun?"
Lin Li: "You’re both wrong. It ans the witch used the antidote or the guard successfully blocked the kill. Of course, there’s also the possibility that it’s a room where empty kills are allowed, and the werewolves, in order to confuse everyone that night, chose to swing at thin air."
Chen Yu Ying, Ding Sihan, Qu Wanqiu: "..."
So this is that kind of Christmas Eve?
However, Chen Yu Ying felt that Jesus was probably really good at Werewolf.
After all, even if he covered his eyes with his hands, his vision wouldn’t be limited at all; whether you were a villager or a werewolf making night moves, nothing could escape him. Plus, the moderator is God—his old man—he’s literally a nepotism hire, so of course God would indulge him.
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