"This is the answer; try calculating it yourself. If it matches, you'll understand it."
"Holy crap, awesome." Bai Bufan was looking at the draft paper with Lin Li's smooth problem-solving approach and process written on it. By the time he reacted to praise Lin Li, the latter had already returned to his own business, studying classical Chinese.
Looking at Lin Li's thought process on the draft paper, Bai Bufan turned to his own in the exercise book and shook his head.
Damn it.
Sometimes Bai Bufan truly suspected that his hands were made of cast iron, otherwise why did he always produce crap.
Damned physics.
Sigh, keep writing.
"..."
"Lin Li, I suddenly had an epiphany!"
Lin Li was packing up—getting ready to go to the multifunctional classroom for more competition tutoring. The advancement list hadn't come out yet, but it should be ready. Tonight's agenda was to announce the list and explain the test papers.
