What could Ruffy Smith possibly do?
His face ashen, he could only stare at the problem before him.
He had never felt he could be as excessively smart as Ellen Young, but he knew he was above most people—yet now, faced with this problem...
It truly wasn't meant for humans to solve.
And Ellen Young just had to sit beside him.
Because she was drunk, there was a distinct smell of alcohol on her, but the scent of champagne wasn't harsh, and he had it on him too.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright, and she nudged Ruffy Smith's arm, "Why haven't you started working on it yet?"
Ruffy Smith wished he could bite this little woman in front of him; once she was drunk, she started to go wild without any consideration if she might be harboring any schemes.
He could only grit his teeth and say, "Professor, thinking is also part of working on the problem, isn't it? You don't need to keep watching me; it will take some time."
"Oh..."