If it was two years ago, when Zheng Qing just started school, hearing mysterious terms like 'timeline', 'path', 'time river' hovering between sci-fi and fantasy, he might have been too excited to sleep all night.
But now.
With over a dozen classes needing time conversion every week, he has long lost interest in these concepts—of course, there is still a sense of awe, just like someone who has to work on a computer, who retains enough awe for the technology inside the computer chips, but it doesn't stop him from feeling irritable every time he sees a computer, especially when he suffers from overuse injuries like tenosynovitis.
Probably noticing the boy's distracted mind.
"—Phew—"
