"I dreamed that I couldn't understand a word!" Hao Yingqiang covered his face, as if he was still immersed in a nightmare.
Luo Feng felt that he was a little too miserable. How had he been tortured by revision? He comforted him, "It's fine. Dreams are the opposite."
"Really?"
"Yes, you can definitely understand the words!"
"Then what does it mean if I understand when it's connected?"
"There's no choice. You didn't say it in your dream."
Mathematics was a very magical subject. He could understand every word, but many people were often puzzled about what it meant to express it together. Even if he understood it, he could not do it.
This might be the wonder of mathematics.
Hao Yingqiang looked at Luo Feng speechlessly. His legs stopped trembling, and he stopped thinking about the nightmare. He didn't seem so nervous anymore. However, this magical way of comforting people made him want to hit someone.