"Expert Lin, wake up, the plane is preparing to land..."
Lin Jie slowly opened his eyes and found Lei Jun, sitting next to him, calling him.
He covered his mouth, yawned, adjusted the angle of his seat, and turned to look through the porthole at the distant gray-yellow sunlight, feeling bewildered.
Lin Jie, a bit disoriented, asked, "We should have flown for twelve or thirteen hours, but why is it still daytime here?"
Lei Jun chuckled lightly and said, "Expert Lin, Frankfurt has a time difference with our Binhai, seven time zones apart."
"It's midnight in Binhai, but here it's five in the afternoon local time."
While he explained, Lin Jie was slowly recovering his senses from the grogginess of deep sleep.
He was aware of the concept of time zones.
It's just that Lin Jie couldn't quite figure out whether to add or subtract time.
Looking at the sunset outside the porthole, he couldn't shake the feeling that the scene felt surreal and unsettling.
