Tang Yaxin: "????"
Is this really absurd? Lun Boyan is just flipping a can of tea leaves?
"Ahem. Did you find it? If you did, let's go."
Lun Boyan placed the tea leaves behind him, then turned his back and cleared his throat lightly before speaking slowly to Tang Yaxin.
There was a certain dignity and authority about him, expected of a principal.
"Found it."
Tang Yaxin's mouth twitched slightly, then she nodded in response.
As Tang Yaxin looked through the materials, she indeed found a problem of a similar kind. The solution was quite unique and was clearly recorded.
Looking at the handwriting, it seemed handwritten, could it possibly be Lu Qingyi's own handwriting?
Well, Lu Qingyi actually understands this kind of knowledge. What doesn't she understand? Indeed, she seems rather versatile.
"Yaxin, what does it feel like attending Professor Lu's class?"
