I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2122 - 1363: Cherish Life

Head to the hospital for an examination?

What exactly does that imply?

Could it serve as a nudge for him to focus on routine health screenings?

Yeah, that's a fair way to view it.

Thinking back to his previous thorough medical review, it happened during the school-organized check during the college entrance tests. Several years have elapsed since, but it's not reached a decade yet.

Jiang Chen doesn't ignore his well-being; he simply harbors a deep dislike for hospitals. And being in his twenties, right at life's prime, why would anyone keep rushing to medical facilities?

Yet, with Pei Yunxi, that divine beauty, setting her pride aside to express worry, Jiang Chen figured he couldn't disappoint her. When the opportunity arises, he'll head to Xinghuo Medical Center for a full evaluation.

Sigh.

It's a bit tardy as a heads-up.

He'd only just come back from River City and already visited Xinghuo Medical Center.

Wandering about, he headed back "home." Even without owning the place, it doesn't stop it from feeling like home.

If ownership papers defined it strictly, countless folks might end up without a roof in the true sense.

Take those wedded guys who list their spouses on the deed just to keep them happy.

Thus, basing it on the deed holder misses the mark. Home hinges on that "vibe" and "ambiance."

Truth be told, regardless of the fancy furnishings, it's the folks inside that count. Without them, even a vast area turns into nothing but void and isolation. As Jiang Chen entered the grand house he'd snagged with his initial major splurge, a cozy glow filled his chest.

Near two o'clock in the afternoon, Daoist Sister perched cross-legged on the couch, glued to the television, serene and radiant like a celestial being. Beside her, a cute lad sprawled across the nearby table, buried in his assignments with fierce concentration.

What guy wouldn't melt at such a sight?

Still.

Something feels off.

— Why tackle homework down here on the ground floor?

Doesn't his bedroom have its own study spot?

Jiang Chen approached and saw the boy wasn't faking it. He'd completed nearly all the worksheet, and it covered physics.

"Where's my sister?"

Martial Saint glanced up.

"She's out."

"Oh..."

Martial Saint likely hadn't anticipated her slipping away without notice, or perhaps he lamented his efforts in vain, letting out an over-the-top sigh, "Sigh, I figured she'd return so I could get her input."

"Input on what? Schoolwork tips? You realize your sister's learning background, right? That sounds like asking for trouble."

Jiang Chen cut straight to it.

After all, Lan Peizhi wasn't present.

"Don't sell her short. Sure, my sister skipped a lot of formal education, but that doesn't mean she's clueless."

In the end, blood ties run deep for a sibling.

Even though Martial Saint treats Jiang Chen like a close brother, in any true clash, his loyalty would stay firm.

"I didn't claim she knows nothing."

Aware this youngster is sly beyond his years, Jiang Chen stayed on guard. No doubt, the boy nursed resentment from the Kabukicho episode. While bracing for any payback, Jiang Chen eyed the physics sheet, "But on these types of issues, she'd be lost for sure."

"Do you get it?"

Martial Saint queried without thinking.

Jiang Chen grinned. With his talents shining brighter, folks seemed to overlook his past as an academic star.

"You aware of my physics score on the college entrance exam?"

"What was it?"

"Perfect score."

How juvenile.

Bragging to a child like this.

But.

These days, Boss Jiang, ever conscious of his image, saves the boasting for youngsters only.

"That's just boasting, huh?"

Martial Saint scoffed, brimming with doubt, "Nobody in my class nailed full marks in physics—it's harder than math."

"Once you uncover physics' allure, you'll see it's more than a class; it's like a masterpiece."

Martial Saint froze, maybe ditching his dread of physics, but now eyeing Jiang Chen like some oddball.

Jiang Chen brushed it off, scanning the homework.

"During sunset, the sun looks red due to the fact that at sunset..."

It posed a multiple-choice query.

Three choices followed.

A. The sun releases extra red rays

B. Sunlight's route stretches farther

C. The sun draws nearer to our planet

"Doesn't a question like this strike you as elegant?"

Martial Saint went blank, still too immature to catch on, or at that stage, buried under queries, it's tough to spot other wonders.

No one grasps youth while holding onto its essence at once.

"So, what's the correct pick here?"

Martial Saint probed carefully.

"The route extends farther."

"How come?"

Martial Saint had to follow up; he'd gone with C.

Boss Jiang took it slow, savoring this uncommon downtime at home by stepping into a stand-in teacher's role. "At sunset, the sun hangs low in the sky, making the atmospheric journey lengthy. As rays filter through the air, molecules and particles disperse them. Per Rayleigh scattering, brief wavelengths—think blue or violet—disperse readily, whereas extended ones such as red and orange hold steady. During sunset, with the extended travel, most short-wave blues get bounced out, letting the redder, longer waves hit our sight, turning the sun crimson."

Martial Saint's eyes grew wide, gaping blankly at Jiang Chen, before jabbing at another puzzle that stumped him.

"And this?"

Another multiple-choice item.

The query seemed straightforward yet captivating, straying from usual physics fare.

[The taste of the Antarctic sea ice is ()]