"Here it is."
Chu River nodded to the grandparent and grandchild, and casually placed the blackboard brick back before obediently sitting back at the dining table, eagerly waiting.
What?
What 'here it is'?
How is it just here?
Professor Zheng was still looking bewildered; Little Xuan had already started searching on the ground. Very quickly, he found a little grain of rice that looked almost the same color as the uneven cement floor:
"Grandpa, is this it?"
Professor Zheng widened his eyes and leaned in for a closer look: It really was!
The gray little screw was so inconspicuous in his grandson's dust-covered palm! Luckily, they found it, as their country didn't have sufficient technology. Specially designed precision parts like this one were all handcrafted by eighth-level technicians. Losing just one would mean waiting a long time, delaying countless matters.
Wait a minute!
Now the focus wasn't just on this little screw.
"How did you find it?"
