"However, as for the irrational numbers you mentioned, we don't have much of a clue..."
When it came to mathematics, the light in Juli River's eyes was as lively as blooming hawthorn flowers, full of vitality.
"Irrational numbers?" Lin Ke understood: "I'll talk to you about them after the meeting ends."
Some things are like this: if you break through, you break through; if not, then maybe you'll never break through.
Lin Ke then turned to the next person.
Laplace.
"Teacher, the departments I'm responsible for, such as physics, biology, and geography, are operating well. Currently, there are one thousand three hundred twenty-six projects in progress, and the projects under review are..." Laplace, now a handsome man with a deep gaze, showed many traits of the Marquis of Ice's lineage.
For instance, his brilliant and handsome silver hair.
Laplace quietly reported, and Lin Ke and the others clearly felt his meticulousness and seriousness during the report, with very specific data.
