"Well, there you go." Laura slapped the calculated draft on the table.

Zuo Yiliang looked at the answer calculated by his eyes, and then went back to look at the steps backwards. His eyes became brighter and brighter: "I said, it turned out to be like this! Oh, I don't know how long your head is, tut tut..."

Laura shrugged. "It's not that exaggerated. You just missed this step."

Zuo Yilian's mood is complicated. He touches the thinning head of his head: "I think I just want your thick hair..."

Laura couldn't help laughing. After laughing, she asked, "Teacher, is there anything else? If not, I will go back to...