Chapter 31: The Commonalities Between Cooking and Doing Problems
A month later.
In his residence, Luo Yan was burying his head in his desk, writing feverishly.
By his side, half of the room was piled with test data from that period, along with more possible guesses and verification plans.
The more he wrote, the more pained his expression became, until his eyes were red with urgency, like a contractor who'd revised their plan hundreds of times without approval, almost wishing to flip the entire table over in frustration.
Why were these formation formulas wrong no matter how he modified them? Luo Yan was so vexed that he almost wanted to rip his scalp off.
"I told you earlier, that step before shouldn't be calculated like that," the Kunlun Mirror droned beside him.
"Ah Jing, it's useless. Even with another formula it's still wrong, the initial assumption is incorrect," the Green Duckweed Sword began to argue with the Kunlun Mirror.