Zong Guang had never thought that a chat with his little sister would leave him feeling so restless.
After anti-dizziness training on multidimensional rollers, fixed rollers, and rotating swings—10 circles forward, 10 backward, then another 10 forward, totaling ninety circles, three times the training volume of other pilots—he could still walk a straight line with ease.
Zong Guang was always self-assured and composed.
But now, he didn't understand why his mind felt so dizzy, as if something was off balance.
Zong Yi had rambled on and on. What he found most unbearable wasn't Zong Yi mentioning the various issues between him and Meng Xin Zhi.
It was the sentence, "If you insist, my sister will definitely choose to be with you."
As long as he insisted, he could be with Zhizhi.
Was that really the case?
Wasn't that the best outcome?
Didn't it mean he was infinitely close to success?
How could he possibly not persist in liking Zhizhi?
