As the professor's gaze shifted from the window, Fang Chenyi seized the moment. He smiled and pointed at the discarded papers at the old man's feet.
"Professor Wu, could you give me these draft papers to study?"
The old gentleman was taken aback. His eyes swept over the dozen or so sheets at his feet, and then he shook his head with a smile.
"Haha, this is just scrap paper. What use would you have for it? If you really want them, I can just give you the original design manuscripts later."
As he spoke, Professor Wu patted the drawing board on his lap and looked at Fang Chenyi.
Hearing this, Fang Chenyi just smiled and continued,
"To be honest with you, I'm very interested in design as well. Sometimes, these discarded drafts have even greater research value and can be incredibly enlightening."
