Tan Xiao was stunned.
Stunned again...
After being stunned for half a minute, he slapped Chang Weicai's chest, "Why didn't you say this earlier! Calculate it quickly!!!"
Chang, the teacher, almost had a heart attack, "Cough, cough, cough, cough!..."
Tan Xiao hurriedly massaged his chest, "Old man, you really can't take a slap, I didn't hit that hard... were you serious about what you just said? Can you really calculate it?"
Teacher Chang shook his head and waved his hands, "cough, cough, cough..."
"What do you mean?" Tan Xiao widened his eyes, "Can't do it? Didn't you just say you could! Hey! Can you calculate it or not, tell me straight!"
Teacher Chang held his chest, "can't..."
Tan Xiao: "Were you just bullshitting?!"
"I meant theoretically..." Teacher Chang explained breathlessly, "Theoretically, if we know the initial position and the angle of the shot, we can calculate the landing point."
Tan Xiao grabbed his shoulders and shook him, "Then hurry up and calculate it!!!"
