Tuesday, Christmas Eve.
A little after five in the afternoon, before evening self-study began.
"When phlegm is in the throat, it is continuous, reflecting the continuity of material motion. Once spat out, it becomes a point with a certain mass, energy, and momentum, reflecting the discreteness of material motion.
And it can actually exhibit both wave-like and particle-like properties. Perhaps this proves... that old phlegm possesses wave-particle duality.
I think I've discovered something incredible. So quantum mechanics is actually closely connected to our daily lives..."
Bai Bufan and Lin Li leaned against the corridor railing, watching a teacher on the first floor spit into a trash can. Bai Bufan muttered to himself, his expression changing again and again, before he finally looked at Lin Li. "Lin Li, perhaps I'm going to win the Nobel Prize..."
Lin Li let out a dry laugh.
Li Bai could spit out half a flourishing Tang Dynasty with his embroidered mouth. Bu Fan was even more impressive than Li Bai—one spit from his dog mouth could produce the entire Tang Dynasty.
Given Bai Bufan's achievements, at the very least Nobel himself should personally present him with the award.
"Bu Fan, if you really have too much phlegm, I suggest eating lemons. They help relieve excessive phlegm. We call this effect 'eating brings less sticky phlegm.' Oh, and remember to eat domestic lemons. Japanese ones don't have this effect," Lin Li said with a smile.
"Such an old meme, but on that day, the phlegm... the phlegm began to rise~" Dead memories began attacking Bai Bufan. His mouth was disdainful, but his body was honest.
Lin Li's discovery felt pretty astonishing too. Suddenly, Bai Bufan's Nobel Prize did not seem so secure.
Before the two could continue their elegant phlegm-spitting, Chen Yuying and Ding Sihan's conversation