An Chuxue was scooping soup with a spoon, when she heard Han Jing's words, the spoon "plopped" into the bowl. That's when she remembered that in the afternoon, Han Jing said something mysterious: there's a hair that fell in...
She exclaimed in horror: "Are all you actors' eyes this keen?"
An Chuxue couldn't imagine why even this kind of thing can be noticed.
Han Jing's mouth twitched: "It's not that my eyes are keen, it's that I've seen the difference between X-ray ability surgeons and regular surgeons during operations. At your age, even if you come from a medical family, it's not necessarily possible to be so precise and confident, so when I probed a bit, you slipped up."
An Chuxue supported her cheeks with both hands, looking at Han Jing with admiration: "Han Jing, be honest, what's your IQ?"
Han Jing: "I don't know either."
An Chuxue said with envy, jealousy, and hate: "Sometimes I feel, the heavens really are unfair!"
