When he woke up in the morning, Song Zhiwei was not around as usual. Fu Chen stood up and glanced at the table covered with draft paper. There was a smile in his handsome eyes. When he got up, he didn't wash up immediately. Instead, he sat on a chair and read. Look at Song Zhiwei’s homework.

Checking the scratch paper, Fu Chenshi discovered with a headache that Song Zhiwei was really not good at mathematics. Although the answers were correct, there were obviously simpler ...