As usual, after school, as usual, the social office.

The minister, who was reading a shonen manga magazine, suddenly asked:

"What color is the traffic light?"

"What?"

Bai Ya asked rhetorically while looking at the magazine. His eyes were still chasing the cartoons in the magazine, today was the release date of two magazines, and he had to finish his own before the minister could finish reading the other magazine.

Dozens of seconds later, the minister came up with another sentence:

"I mean the color of the lights that pass through."

At this time, Bai Ya finally understood what the minister was talking about, so he said the answer.

"Isn't it cyan?" (Translation: When the text mentions the green light of a traffic light, it is expressed as "cyan", because the "cyan" in the text originally referred to the two colors blue and green.) Later, there was "green", which represented green, and "cyan" only referred to blue. ）

"But it looks green, doesn't it?"

"Since it's called a green lantern, of course it's cyan."

"No, it must not be cyan!"

The minister placed the cartoon on the table and assumed a posture of stubbornly fighting to the end.

Bai Ya had no choice but to put down the magazine and communicate face-to-face with the minister.

"I used to wonder why everybody — all the people said it was cyan? No matter how you look at it, it's all green! The so-called cyan should be a more vibrant color, such as blue Hawaiian shaved ice. ”

"When it comes to shaved ice, I think strawberry is the best."

"Who asked you that—yes! The color of the green light is the same as the color of the cantaloupe, so it should be green! ”

"In that case, the cantaloupe should be considered cyan - minister! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! ”

Bai Ya was thinking that the minister was about to bite him, but he was really bitten.

"Why? It's really weird. ”

The minister finally let go of his jaw, and Bai Ya replied by rubbing his bitten hand.

The minister, who usually talks about strange topics as soon as he opens his mouth, is still digging into strange topics today.

"However, since everyone says it's a green light. Let's just assume it's cyan. ”

"I don't want to, even if the whole world says YES, I'm going to say NO!"

The minister crossed his hands and snorted away from his head.

"Uh-uh......"

At this time, Bai Ya looked around the social office and asked for support.

Let's start with Sister Ziyin.

Usually she always has an attitude of not caring about herself, only waving her hand, feeling that "it is Bai Ya's job to deal with Yuxin". But today she put the coffee cup on the plate and offered to help.

"By international standards, the color of 'passing' is green. It used to be green, but because everyone said 'green light', it was always said to be cyan. In fact, there is no clear distinction between green and cyan in the culture. If you think about it, if you use the word 'fresh green' to describe cantaloupe, it wouldn't sound strange, right? ”

Sister Ziyin's answer was both intellectual and elegant, and she had her erudite style. Bai Ya agrees.

"I see, it's not surprising that cyan and green are mixed together—Minister, so cyan and green don't matter!"

"I don't want it! I must distinguish whether it is cyan or green, I must distinguish the winner and the loser, and distinguish the green! ”

The minister refused to agree.

Then, I had to replace the answerer: Senior Sister Su Qi.

"Su Qi, is the light color cyan or green?"

Senior Sister Su Qi, who was sitting on the social office sofa and eating meat as usual, raised her head after being called by name. She hadn't listened to everyone's discussion at all just now, so Bai Ya had to explain the matter from the beginning again.

After recounting the matter for a while, Su Qi nodded, as if she understood.

"The color of the traffic lights, there is a smell of safety."

"I heard it smells of safety - Minister, are you okay with that?"

"I don't understand it at all!"

The answer is no.

In the end, it was Xiaoting's turn.

Xiaoting is helping everyone make tea, and she is also listening to everyone's discussion, so she doesn't need to explain from the beginning.

"I've always been curious about the people inside the lamp...... Is it a man or a woman? ”

"The man in the lamp?"

"That's it—"

Xiaoting began to use body language to express the action of walking or stopping.

"Ahh

"It's a difficult question!"

The minister spoke. No one notices that the problem has been unknowingly diverted.

The CP Department still lives its daily life at a leisurely pace, and today the CP Department is the "Traffic Light Review Committee".