Chen Yunyun: "..."
She was really impressed by Jiang Nian. Some people just inherently love to sell swords.
A casual strike from the Sword Saint was enough to silence everyone.
"Why aren't you talking? Born with a cool demeanor?" Jiang Nian, thick-skinned, waved and said, "Perfect, a cool demeanor matches physics best. Come look at this question."
Chen Yunyun was amused and helpless, and could only go along with him.
"Which question?"
"Oh oh, I've done similar ones. First, analyze the forces..." Chen Yunyun leaned in, her hair falling onto the desk.
The dark strands, dense and flowing like a black skirt, carried a slight fragrance.
Jiang Nian brushed her hair aside as it was blocking his view of the physics question. He couldn't help but gently pinch it, and a shy, low cry exploded beside his ear.
"What... are you doing?"