Zhang Tianyou's face turned red—a rare occurrence.
As a top scientist, he was nearly omnipotent, except in the realm of human art skills, where his talent was mediocre.
Especially in painting, despite trying every method he could think of, what he produced was still very painful to the eyes.
"Alright, just make do and know that it's supposed to be a turtle shell. Whether it looks like one or not is totally unimportant!" Zhang Tianyou joked self-deprecatingly.
Huyue pursed his lips as he was about to speak, but at that moment, the turtle shell finally finished breaking and then automatically entered the calculation program.
A myriad of obscure and incomprehensible symbols slid across the screen.
Huyue couldn't help but hold his breath, staring silently.
Suddenly,
The waterfall-like stream of information abruptly stopped, followed by the appearance of three bright red exclamation marks.
"What kind of omen is this?" Huyue immediately asked.
