The frog had exited the game prematurely, but Jin Qiu had yet to appear.
Chang Weicai listed down innumerable formulas tirelessly, murmuring as he worked, "Initial angle about 45 degrees, bounces back after hitting the stone wall, here it's about...120 degrees, deflects to the lower right...60 degrees...No, that's not right, the incident angle and reflection angle form an isosceles triangle, which allows us to determine the path of the ball after it bounces... No, that's not right either, this approach applies to a flat rectangle, but we are dealing with a cone now, what is the formula for a cone..."
Drops of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead. His right hand was shivering, as his face grew paler and paler.
He suddenly loathed himself, why was he a language teacher?
If he were a math teacher, perhaps he could come up with a solution at this moment to save himself and everyone trapped with him!
