Physics Department, laboratory.
Kong Wenhan walked to Xu Zhe's side and handed him a document.
"Senior Brother, you know German. Could you help me see how to translate this document?"
Xu Zhe was adjusting some equipment and did not raise his head when he heard him speak.
"German? Why don't you go to Zhijin?"
He had spent a year at the Fino Laboratory in Bai City, and no one in the laboratory knew more about this than he.
The corners of Kong Wenhan's mouth twitched, and he lowered his voice.
"How would I dare to! Senior Brother Xu Zhe, don't you feel it? Senior Brother Shen's mood has been particularly bad these days!"
Shen Zhijin's personality was proud and distant, but he had always been polite and courteous to others.
But recently, for some reason, he seemed to exude a low-pressure tension, until even the people in the laboratory were trembling in fear, afraid of making any mistakes.
