Because in winter, four or five in the morning is still pitch black, so they managed to witness all three of Xu Yun's experiments.
And precisely because of this.
Their attitude towards Xu Yun was relatively friendly—only Kirchhoff was a bit hard to communicate with due to the language barrier.
Once everything was ready,
Xu Yun's gaze shifted to the galvanized metal plate fixed to one side of the classroom, measuring 4 x 2 meters, and to the generator's light source stationed a dozen meters away from the plate.
Then, he called over Wheat and handed him a slip of paper:
"Maxwell, would you please read aloud what's written here?"
Wheat took the paper and glanced at it a few times, his face instantly flushing red:
"Do... do I really have to read this out loud?"
"Read it, what's the big deal? It's not like it's some 'let's talk about this in the next chapter' nonsense—you scared the readers are going to beat you up or something?"
Xu Yun shot him a look and said:
