"I cried, I really cried. I thought I had figured out what might happen with this year's Nobel Prize, but it turns out I was too naive... Mr. Duan, I'm sorry, I cursed you before, I repent."
"A few decades older is a grandparent-grandchild romance, but being two hundred years older can overlook everything; this is a Fairy! Mr. Duan, do you feel any psychological pressure? If so, can I help?"
"Mr. Duan, I was wrong to curse you before."
"..."
Duan Feihan silently looked at the suddenly overwhelming amount of Weibo comments, and they were all apologizing to him...
Imperial University Archaeology Department Office
Several archaeology experts were sitting around, passionately discussing history, each arguing to the point of blushing, with no one giving in.
With a "bang," the door was pushed open from the outside, and a teaching assistant dashed in from outside, causing a group of old professors to frown immediately.
