Fu Yang put on his headphones and continued playing his game.
The cup of warm milk, with the passage of time, gradually lost its heat, and the very top layer even formed a thin film due to completely cooling down.
The skin on the milk slowly spread out, as if it was about to cover the entire surface.
At that moment, Fu Yang reached for the cup and took a shallow sip, immediately frowning.
"Disgusting."
Despite his words, a minute later, there was nothing left in the cup.
After finishing the game and estimating that it was time to sleep, Fu Yang climbed into bed and played with his phone for a while, only to find photos of Shu Wan and Fu Siyu everywhere he scrolled, Fu Yang pursed his lips, too lazy to look any further.
He got up and took a look at the problem Fu Siyu had left behind.
A math problem can also have many solutions, and compared to Shu Wan's cleverness, Fu Siyu's approach seemed more methodical.
