Chapter 42 Radio Allergy

Meng Xinzhi is a typical milk muscle.

The hands are like catkins and the skin is like gelatin.

On weekdays it is so white that it shines brightly.

The whole arm is as smooth as white porcelain.

corresponding to it.

The more people have such skin, the easier it is for them to become red at the slightest touch.

When faced with the full strength of someone like Nie Guangyi, who goes to the gym every day to lift irons, it's not just a question of whether he's hot or not, but whether he's hot or not.

Meng Xinzhi almost couldn't hold back her exclamation, but Nie Guangyi, who was overly nervous, still didn't feel anything.

Meng Xinzhi twitched her hand, but failed to pull it away.

I had no choice but to resist the urge to cry and gently pushed Nie Guangyi: "Can you... let go of my hand first?"

Nie Guangyi's brain carried all his auditory cells, and he rushed out of the plane early, wandering outside the sky.

He was unaware that none of his three souls and seven souls were still inside his body.

Meng Xinzhi's eyes turned red unconsciously.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

Nie Guangyi's arresting method was something she couldn't bear even if she wanted to.

A tear, with warm body temperature, fell on the back of Nie Guangyi's hand.

Nie Guangyi, who was completely unaware of the sound, was extremely sensitive to this tear.

He looked at the back of his hand in panic.

He has experienced oxygen masks falling off, but he has never experienced direct water spray from an airplane.

What kind of emergency is this?

Is it on fire?

Can the plane land safely at the Rome airport even if it is sprayed with water?

Should we return now or make an emergency landing?

In such a short moment, many thoughts flashed through Nie Guangyi's mind.

This second.

Nie Guangyi's biggest regret is why he didn't open the letter written to him by Professor Nie before getting on the plane.

If he had opened it before getting on the plane, he would definitely not have gotten on the plane, let alone collapse on the plane.

Let alone meet someone you know on the plane and have him lose his face from China to Europe.

Nani? Why is this important?

Nie Guangyi suddenly realized, what kind of thing is face at this time?

Still at this second.

Nie Guangyi finally saw clearly that what he was holding in his hand was not an armrest that felt too good to the touch, but an arm connected to a slender hand.

Nie Guangyi let go as if reflexively.

It's not like he's holding hands, so why would he hold other people's hands on the plane for no apparent reason?

Do you have no hands?

Is it because the left hand cannot grasp the right hand?

Is it because my right hand cannot sleepwalk on its own...

That's right! His hands are indeed sleepwalking on their own!

Nie Guangyi knew very well that his brain did not give his right hand any instructions to arrest people.

Seeing the girl's red arm being scratched by him, Nie Guangyi was stunned for a moment.

There were many voices in his heart asking questions:

【What did I just do?】

【Can I refuse to admit that that is my right hand? 】

[Can I apply for temporary relinquishment of ownership of my right hand?]

Without the restraint, Meng Xinzhi took back his left hand and looked at it.

Five extremely bright red finger prints appeared on her arm.

This level of redness cannot go away directly.

From red to purple, it's just a matter of time.

It will take at least a week to recover from purple.

Before I even got off the plane, before I started studying abroad, I got injured on my hand.

This is the first time that Meng Xinzhi has been treated in such a rough way.

She wiped her tears and wondered why she had to come here to get help today.

Nie Guangyi was also panicked - he was panicked to begin with.

But the fear of flying and the panic at this time are completely different from the same plane.

Nie Guangyi disliked girls crying very much.

Especially the kind that makes you cry and moan.

Rather than crying, it's better to say it's acting like a baby in disguise.

Why can't you say it well if you have something to say?

What kind of brain circuit is behind crying and acting coquettishly?

Nie Guangyi didn't want to be so absolute, but he couldn't control his emotions.

No matter how good-looking you are, crying in front of him will make him feel disgusted.

When his brain soars into the sky with its auditory cells, it may also take away his aesthetic sense.

He actually felt that the girl next to him was crying very special.

It was so special that I had a heart-wrenching feeling.

How to describe this feeling?

A branch of pear blossom brings rain in the spring, and the tearful eyes ask the flowers without saying a word - but when I see wet tears, I don't know who I hate.

Meng Xinzhi just sat there quietly, and Nie Guangyi immediately trembled when he saw it.

The girl has already been caught like this, it's too late to apologize, but he still has the nerve to think about "Who I hate in my heart".

When did this young master change his name to [Who]?

"I...I..." Nie Guangyi struggled to organize his words. It took [I] a few seconds to think of how to explain to Meng Xinzhi: "I am allergic to the in-flight broadcast."

After the classical allergy, Nie Guangyi has another allergen that is unique and the only one in the world.

Dream heart is noncommittal.

What she was thinking about now was whether she should change places with the security officer.

Nie Guangyi reached out and pressed the call bell.

"Mr. Nie, may I help you with anything?"

The flight attendant who had just closed the curtain between the business class and the operation room and sat down asked Nie Guangyi.

The flight attendant was sitting in his seat at this time.

Her position was opposite to that of the passengers on the plane.

And because Nie Guangyi and Meng Xinzhi were sitting in the middle of the first row.

Even if the stewardess is sitting, she can immediately relieve Nie Guangyi from pressing the service bell.

"Bring me some ice cubes." Nie Guangyi said mechanically.

"Okay, Mr. Nie." The flight attendant replied with a professional smile: "But the plane is turbulent now. I can't provide you with service until the captain clears the turbulence warning."

The flight attendant who spoke to Nie Guangyi was the steward of this flight.

He is also the owner of that gentle and sweet voice that keeps bumping into the radio.

Nie Khanfei had already formed a conditioned reaction to this sound.

As soon as you hear it, you should be so nervous that you can't control yourself, and you should be so worried that you can't breathe.

It was strange now.

Not only did he have no conditioned reflexes, he even had the thought to ask: "How long will this bumpy ride last?"

"It shouldn't take long, Mr. Nie. When the fasten seat belt indicator light goes out, I will help you get it."

It is one of the business class service standards to directly mention the passenger's last name in the salutation.

This is true for almost all airlines.

It is much more universal than services such as flight attendants helping to change slippers.

Nie Guangyi raised his head and stared at the seat belt indicator light.

That look in his eyes, that posture, was much more earnest than that of an urgent person in a hurry to go to the toilet.

Time passed like this, one second after another, and the plane continued to bump in the high-altitude air currents.

Although it's not dramatic, it's still noticeable.

The allergic man with a high fear of flying index had no other obvious reaction other than looking at the indicator light intently.

Very strange.

After at least seven or eight minutes, the flight attendant finally stood up from his seat.

The "protective curtain" between the operation room and the business class was re-opened, and then a glass of ice cubes was brought over to Nie Guangyi.

"I don't want a cup, I need a bag." Nie Guangyi said to the steward.

"A bag of ice cubes? Does Mr. Nie need ice pack? We have ice packs on the plane. Do you want to bring two for you?"

"Thank you. Sorry for the trouble." Nie Guangyi was rarely so normal and polite.

The ice pack was brought.

Of course it is for girls.

The culprit who hurt the girl didn't know how to speak.

Nie Guangyi held an ice bag in his left hand and an ice bag in his right hand.

As if holding a bronze tripod with a human face pattern, it was passed centimeter by centimeter towards the direction of Meng Xinzhi's arm.

He wanted to say something, but the language function chose to run away from home.

If you are functioning well as an adult, why are you running away from home?

Do you really think that the language function of a genius will always stay at the age of three?

Nie Tiancai, who can memorize 500 English words at the age of three, cannot agree with this interpretation at all.

"The girl just told me about the drink stall next to Wang Yuan's wife's house. There are three kinds of drinks, cold water mung bean, ice and snow cold yuanzi, sugar mung bean licorice ice and snow cold water. Do the cold and ice here refer to cold drinks?

"

At this time, at least ten minutes had passed since Nie Guangyi was holding on to him.

Meng Xinzhi's mood had already calmed down.

The business class chairs on large airplanes can lie flat, and Meng Xinzhi was about to flatten the chairs and lie down on them.

The way Nie Guangyi asked the question was a bit childish.

In my dream, I couldn't help but think of a hundred thousand [sisters, sisters, sisters].

When she went to study abroad, little Ayi had so many questions and she didn't know who to talk to every day.

Meng Xinzhi suddenly felt a little soft-hearted.

But only a little bit.

She decided to lie down quickly to "save her life."

"Girl, if these are cold drinks, does that mean that ice was already a very common thing in the Northern Song Dynasty?"

"Does the girl know when ice began to be used in ancient my country?"

"Do you know how ice was made in ancient my country?"

"Girl, if people in ancient times were injured somewhere, would they also apply ice?"

"Girl, do you want to try it? This kind of ice pack should not have existed in ancient times, right?"

Nie Guangyi finally handed over the two ice bags in his hand.

"..."

Nie Khanfei suddenly turned into a talkative Nie.

Meng Xinzhi was originally very angry.

I got scratched out of nowhere and didn't even apologize.

Looking at the two ice bags that were handed to me with a slight trembling, I felt a little angry.

She reached out and took one, and Nie Guangyi held the one in his hand and put it under Meng Xinzhi's arm.

Meng Xinzhi is not the kind of person who clings to other people's problems.

Now it seems that this very powerful [One Hundred Thousand Whys] didn't mean to hurt her.

Meng Xinzhi thought about it and felt relieved.

Anyway, there are no other problems except red.

"Ice, as a natural product, has always existed." Meng Xinzhi chose to forget about it.

"I'm talking about artificial ones." Nie Guangyi quickly answered.

"The history of ice making in our country is almost as long as the official history of our country."

"What the girl means is that there are records of ice making as early as the pre-Qin era?"

"This depends on how you understand ice making. If it is considered ice making with artificial addition, that is indeed the case." Meng Xinzhi explained: "There is a record about Ling Ren in "Zhou Li", saying

[Ling Ren Zhang Bing, Zhengsui, twelve months, ordered to cut the ice, three Qi Ling]."

"The [Ling Ren] the girl mentioned was the official responsible for collecting ice in the Zhou Dynasty, right?" The interaction value was immediately filled up.

"That's right, Ling Ren was the manager responsible for taking and making ice. But at that time, making ice didn't mean turning water into ice, and it couldn't be done at any time. It was all about picking ice when it was cold.

People go to rivers and lakes to collect natural ice. After getting it back, they store it in a cool place and take it out for use in the summer."

"The most primitive ice cellar, right? Then it can't preserve much, right?" Nie Guangyi interacted very actively.

"Well, two out of three. In addition, the conditions for collection and preservation are very harsh. Therefore, in the earliest historical records, ice in summer is a privilege that only the royal family can enjoy."

"So this is considered preserved ice, right? When did the actual ice making begin?"

"It is quite controversial as to when ice making first started. In historical materials, the earliest record of artificial ice making technology is "Huainanzi·Lan Ming Xun" of the Western Han Dynasty, which mentions "Using winter glue,

Make ice out of summer].”

"Girl, the eight words just mentioned [summer ice making] did not say how to make ice, right?"

"Yes, this is actually where the controversy lies. In the second century BC, Liu An, the king of Huainan in the Western Han Dynasty, wrote a book called "Huainan Wanbi Shu". This book talks about many changes between man and nature, including

Regarding the specific form of [making ice in summer]: [take boiling soup and put it in an urn, cover it with a new seal, and sink it into the well for three days to form ice]."

"What do you mean?" Nie Guangyi was surprised: "Use boiling water to make ice?"

"Yes, what the book said is to pour the boiling water into the urn, seal it with a newly woven cotton strip, then put it into the well, wait for three days and then fish it out, the boiling water will turn into ice

.”

"Isn't this a joke? This goes against common sense in physics!"

"Indeed, this is an eternal problem that has troubled Chinese physics historians for a long time."

“Have the scholars reached any conclusions?”

"No, because this statement is quite unbelievable. There are many scientists who have been doing experiments one after another, and some have specially applied for projects."

"Can I also apply for special projects like this?"

"Yes, scholars have successively proposed the [theory of air pressure affecting the freezing point] and the [burnt soup effect]."

"Girl, can you tell me more specifically?"

"The theory that air pressure affects the freezing point says that putting boiling water into a cold well will produce a change in air pressure, allowing the water to freeze above zero."

"Is this okay?" Nie Guangyi was directly surprised.

"No. This argument has never been proven."

"What about the burnt soup effect? ​​Girl."

"The burnt soup effect is to put boiled water into an urn and quickly seal it with cotton strips. After a large amount of water vapor condenses, a vacuum is created, and then it is turned into ice."

"Isn't this also a utopian theory?"

"That's really not true. Ice slag has been produced by the burnt soup effect, but it's just not as good as ice cubes. I don't remember the details too carefully. If you are interested in the history of physics, you can go and find out about it."
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