During those few seconds of silence, Lei Xuan replayed every single thing he had done to offend Yan Xianjue since getting to know him.
Then he realized, hey, there had actually been quite a few.
Lei Xuan was on the verge of tears. If he had known this guy had the trait of being a jinx, he would have picked someone else to run his mouth at.
But this time, he clearly remembered to soften his wording before speaking.
He practically said in a trembling voice, "Tell me Yan Xianjue really hasn't awakened a Word Spirit Ability yet, right? We're still in a very scientific world, right?"
Everyone in the meeting: "..."
Yan Xianjue: "..."
Shen Fangli silently thought to herself, It's not all that scientific to begin with. This is a novel world—why are we even talking about science?
But she softened her wording too. "Um..."
Yan Xianjue looked at his laptop screen, where the class group could rack up 999 new messages in minutes, all discussing whether he was a jinx.
He realized, utterly speechless, that compared to them, Lei Xuan was actually one of the more tactful ones.
It was truly ridiculous.
Even though no one could see him, he still rolled his eyes dramatically.
It was directed both at the absent Lei Xuan and at himself from a few days ago.
He left six periods in the class group, then turned on his microphone and said in a low voice, "I'm still here."
Shen Fangli: "...Yeah, that was actually what I wanted to say."
"And Yan Xianjue, go easy on him. We still have to start filming once the rain stops. It'll be inconvenient if he ends up in a wheelchair."
"Hey, hey!" Lei Xuan shouted in protest. "Shen Fangli, you did that on purpose, didn't