Zheng Shu howled, his voice filled with inexplicable grief and indignation. "No need, big brother! Don't you understand? This is all caused by you providing the energy! Aside from the Great Master of Magic who's been a virgin for eighty years, who here can actually create a lightning ball with their bare hands?"
His Excellency the Great God of Law did not understand why Zheng Shu was so inexplicably grief-stricken, but he was always very patient with his friends. Moreover, he had experienced this situation many times with Sister Xue, where someone would constantly talk to him about things he did not understand and he could only rely on his own intuition to understand them. Therefore, Luo Jiujiang only used a pair of smiling eyes and a very tolerant gaze to gaze at Zheng Shu, who was crying and wailing.
He was already so gentle, but human desires were insatiable. Zheng Shu looked up and saw his tolerant and gentle eyes. She almost turned around and jumped off the second floor.
"I was wrong..." Zheng Shu reluctantly admitted defeat. "I'll explain everything to you. Great Sage, oh Great Sage, please retract your magical powers!"
Luo Jiujiang, a god capable of both being a magic god and a great sage, could easily tear off a van roof, and casually rolling a lightning ball was nothing. Lightning a ball of light and teleporting in the blink of an eye were merely basic operations. Yet, such a great figure possessed no sense of safety, not even a clue of what a short circuit meant.
It can be seen that there is no truly perfect existence in the world. Alas, how sad and lamentable.
Hearing Zheng Shu's request to "put away my magical powers," Luo Jiujiang tilted his head and assured Zheng Shu, "I can see well at night, but do you really not want light?"
Zheng Shu was slightly stunned, and then he realized that the ball of light that the other party held up immediately after his crystal lamp suddenly went out was actually meant to illuminate him.
His anger and sadness vanished like cold water, and he finally shook his head: "You said you had so many friends. I finally know where you got them."
Although the power was out in the entire villa, the light ball Luo Jiujiang was holding was no worse than an energy-saving lamp, illuminating the room as brightly as day. And considering that it was too close to Zheng Shu's eyes and might make him uncomfortable, Luo Jiujiang snapped his fingers, and the light ball spontaneously floated toward the ceiling.
"You produce and sell your own products, your life is really convenient..." Zheng Shu sighed endlessly, and at the same time, he did not forget to add in his heart: With this kind of self-sufficient peasant economy, it is no wonder that even the First Industrial Revolution did not develop, and no one knew what a steam engine was.
It seems that illiterate people do have their own reasons.
"You've messed it up, so it's either a short circuit or a tripped power cord. Let's wait for them to call the property management to fix it." Zheng Shu spread his hands and slumped back onto his bed. Luo Jiujiang watched him sit down and also picked up a chair with his back to the door and sat down.
"You've asked me a lot of questions, some of which I don't know how to answer. This time, if you use my phone, I'll teach you how to use a tool called Qiandu. If you have any questions, just search on it."
He beckoned Luo Jiujiang to sit closer, then switched his phone's input method to handwriting and handed it back to Luo Jiujiang, indicating that he should try to write some questions.
Luo Jiujiang thought for a moment, then wrote a few words on Zheng Shu's mobile phone screen: Genetic code, brother, yeah.
Zheng Shu: “…”
Zheng Shu: "...you should write in traditional Chinese."
Luo Jiujiang looked up, his voice full of doubt: "Traditional Chinese?"
No! Isn't this another problem for me? Zheng Shu quickly changed the subject: "Well, when you played games before, did you understand all the words in the game?"
Luo Jiujiang nodded calmly, "Of course I can. Occasionally, there are characters that require guessing, but once you look up and down, you'll understand. It's just that it's inconvenient to read horizontally... But some of your characters are more concise and clean, which looks much fresher. Is the so-called 'traditional' based on this reference to simplified and traditional characters?"
Zheng Shu was so happy that he prostrated himself before him.
Before he even said the word "simplified", this big guy had already spontaneously summarized it.
"I didn't know you wrote in traditional Chinese. Just write down what you're looking for. I bet if I search for it like that, I might find something that looks like gibberish."
He took the phone back in his hand and suddenly remembered something: "Also, what is Dien? DNA?"
Luo Jiujiang said sincerely: "It is indeed the pronunciation."
"..." Zheng Shu: "No, this question has made me curious for a long time... What exactly did your friend Xue Zi teach you?" The key point is that if they even taught the genetic code DNA, then they couldn't also teach the safety rules that a three-year-old child understands, such as not playing with fire near electrical wires?
As soon as this thought popped up in Zheng Shu's mind, he suddenly woke up: First, this immortal would not take this level of explosion seriously at all, and it probably did not involve safety issues; second, what he was playing with was not fire, but ball lightning.
Who the hell would include a line in an appliance manual: "Please keep your phone/socket away from ball lightning!" When Haier washing machines were first released, no one expected a genius to use them to wash sweet potatoes!
The two of them huddled together, waiting for the search results. Unfortunately, someone knocked on the door. "I brought you a lamp. The power just went out. Are you afraid of the dark again?"
Zheng Shu immediately looked shocked: "Oh my god, it's my brother! Quickly put out the light ball! This is unscientific!"
The man just knocked on the door for the sake of politeness and pushed it open directly. However, Luo Jiujiang has always been very quick in his movements, and he had dispersed the light ball almost as soon as Zheng Shu reminded him.
In comparison, Zheng Shu's rhetoric was far from smooth. He was so focused on reminding Luo Jiujiang of the evidence for destroying feudal superstition that he forgot to ask him to eliminate this most unscientific of existences. So, when Zheng Shu's eldest brother entered the room, carrying two small table lamps, he first saw the back of a figure with a full head of hair.
Brother Zheng Shu: "..."
Zheng Shu: "Haha, um, this is my brother Zheng Ming. Bro, this is..."
Zheng Ming laughed in anger, slammed the single table lamp on the table, and said in a rather stern tone: "Zheng Shu, didn't I tell you that you should solve your relationship problems outside by yourself and not bring messy women home?"
The woman, who was in a mess and still wearing colorful beach pants: "..."
Luo Jiujiang silently turned around, looked at his brother very eagerly, and asked sincerely: "Excuse me, but that 'woman', is it referring to me?"
Zheng Ming was stunned for a moment: the man who turned around had sharp eyebrows and a straight nose, his facial lines as if sculpted by a knife or an axe, smooth and sharp. This man had an unusually elegant temperament and an unusually handsome appearance. It was obvious at first glance that he didn't look like a woman, but his hair...
He examined the length of Luo Jiujiang's hair and decided it was beyond artistic reach. The next moment, Brother Zheng Ming flew into a rage, dropping the other lamp he was holding and hurling it towards Zheng Shu. "You're taking advantage of my words? I told you not to bring a woman back, and you brought me a transsexual?"
Zheng Shu: “…”
Luo Jiujiang: "...Um, what does transgender mean..."
Zheng Shu: "Don't ask, I beg you, please don't ask."
Luo Jiujiang: "Oh."
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