"Ah?" Su Qingnuan turned her head in confusion.
Fu Yihan had already pushed the wheelchair inside, stopping beside her.
"You've been working on this for so long and it's just a little piece of code?" Fu Yihan asked.
Su Qingnuan nodded shyly, turning the laptop towards Fu Yihan: "I just feel some lag, but I can't figure out what's wrong."
As his gaze fell on the endlessly flashing and running code on the computer, Fu Yihan frowned.
"The idea is correct, but your approach is off."
Fu Yihan raised his hand, paused the running program, and typed a few lines of code.
"Try it now."
Turning the computer around, Su Qingnuan ran through it again as before, and indeed, it became much smoother.
"It really is..." Su Qingnuan looked at Fu Yihan in surprise, "Mr. Fu, what did you change just now?"
