chapter 32 Euler's equation, the world's difficult problems

Swish, swish, swish! The writing speed is very fast, there is almost no pause, there is only the sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper.

The whole place was dead silent.

Even Pramoda Lewis opened his mouth wide and looked dull. He just wanted to communicate with Maximus Woolf. Maybe this young man's novel problem-solving ideas could help him.

who knows.

Maximus Woolf misunderstood his original intention and directly picked up the pen to write the...