"Miss is quite talented; I've never thought of using physics experiments to solve historical problems."
"History is a science too; it's alive and doesn't just exist in old papers."
"You couldn't be more correct."
Nie Guangyi was devoting all his intelligence to chatting with Meng Xin Zhi at this moment.
So much so that when it came to his fear of flying, because he allocated zero intelligence to it, he simply couldn't understand what fear meant—ignorance is bliss, that's probably the principle at work here.
Now that they were chatting so smoothly, Meng Xin Zhi couldn't help but want some answers.
She pointed to her arm that was hurt by the ice and asked, "What was that just now?"
"That... Haven't I explained it to the lady just now?" Nie Guangyi replied, his scalp tingling, "I'm allergic to the in-flight announcements."
"And then?" Meng Xin Zhi didn't think an allergy could explain the injury on her hand.