"Sure."
"Let's go."
Everyone nodded, but Bai Bufan was focused, scribbling rapidly on the paper. Hearing the voices, he just slightly raised his left hand and said, "Wait a minute," without looking up.
Then he immediately lowered it and continued pressing on the rough paper, looking increasingly excited.
"No rush, take your time."
Lin Li, seeing this, sat back down, opened his water bottle, and began to drink.
Being in this "Zone" of studying is also a rare occurrence, and sure enough, he was doing math problems.
And at times like these, solving it would greatly benefit Bai Bufan.
Bai Bufan did not disappoint Lin Li. In the next moment, he excitedly stood up, heavily slapped the pen onto the scratch paper, and exclaimed:
"I've solved it! Whoa! I've solved it!"
"You little devil, what have you solved?"
"The Pythagorean theorem is incorrect!"
"Not bad, pfft—" Lin Li's thumbs were already up, but the moment he confirmed what he heard, water instantly sprayed out.
