Russell watched Carpenter excitedly, almost colliding with the airship door, and shook his head helplessly: "Really... please forgive him, Carpenter, he is, uh, just too happy."
Hilbert was uninterested, simply asking lightly, "You seem to have something to say?"
Otherwise, Russell would have just apologized and gone to console Carpenter, instead of standing rooted at Hill's feet.
"Teacher, this, the airship is a bit too beautiful, don't you think?
The way to Sia Tower has quite a bit of wind and sand, such a delicate thing might get a little ruined?"
Hill was dazed for a few seconds, then looked at him in surprise: "You're talking about this black platter?"
Russell's mouth twitched... the disdain in his teacher's words nearly soared straight up to the Sun!
But he could only suppress the throbbing veins on his forehead, solemnly speaking: "That elegant form, even in world-famous paintings, you only see a little bit of that by chance.
