Chương 1271: Return

There were times when Lin Li would seem to suddenly recall something that would spur him to rummage through the pile of drafts to pick out a few crumpled balls of paper. However, most of the time, he would crush the sheets of paper into balls and throw them back into the pile of drafts disappointedly after reading them several times.

Just like that, Lin Li became immersed in the algorithms of Franky Magic Formula, and the rows of bookshelves in the study were gradually becoming empty. Almost every inch of space he was seated on was covered in magic books that he had tossed aside and the discarded piles of drafts that he had scribbled messily on.