The carriage creaked and groaned.
Like an old man on the verge of falling apart, ready to breathe his last at any moment.
Han Yuchen leaned against the carriage wall, feeling as though his bones were about to be shaken loose.
So this was what riding in a carriage felt like.
A rich smell of grease mixed with some kind of spice surrounded him in full 360-degree stereo, rushing straight to the top of his head.
The source was Oscar, seated across from him.
From the time they set out that morning until now, the pink Recovery Sausage in his mouth had never left.
"Brother Chen, Brother Chen!"
Oscar blinked his peach-blossom eyes, his face full of flattery, like a little lapdog begging to be fed.
"Tell me more about that Spiral Stabilization Structure, okay? Just a little, just a little!"
Han Yuchen could not even be bothered to raise his eyelids.
He answered halfheartedly.
"Microscopic Perturbation in Condensed Soul Power Shaping causes Macroscopic Energy Dissipation."
"Want to solve it? Go learn some fluid mechanics and structural mechanics first."
Fluid mechanics?
Structural mechanics?
What the hell were those? They sounded so advanced!
Oscar treated the words like priceless treasure. He pulled out a little notebook, muttering as he wrote down those mysterious terms that sounded impressive despite making no sense to him, then sank into another round of deep thought.
Another one had been successfully led astray.
Dai Mubai, beside them, had become much quieter.
The dejection and irritation he had shown at the hotel last night were gone, replaced by the bearing of a noble young master of the Star Luo Empire.
His back was straight, his gaze carried a wicked air, and a faint smile lingered at the corners of his lips.
But Han Yuchen still caught the