Cheng Feng and Yan Yu'an didn't hesitate much, immediately diving into work, each starting to search for Professor Maxwell's research reports.
This requires very professional intelligence analysis skills and a cultural level honed in higher education institutions.
Otherwise, you wouldn't even understand what the professor wrote.
Wang Yunxiao evidently lacked both, so he could only stuff his hands into his pockets and wander around.
Through the window, you could see students on the school plaza wearing reddish-brown uniforms and checkered vests, looking innocent and oblivious to the world's hardships.
If they were really to maintain this academic atmosphere for another hundred years, that would indeed be terrifying.
But such things mostly exist only in fantasy essays.
Just moments ago, as they walked along, two students sneakily came up and asked if they had any leaves.
