Chen Xingqing blinked his eyes and turned his head to look at the laptop on the desk next to him. On the screen were words that she couldn't understand at all. She was diagonally facing a whiteboard with formulas and equations written on it that she didn't know whether it was mathematical or physics. The entire wall opposite was chiseled into a bookcase, densely lined up books that she would never want to touch at her age. It is of course a good thing to be diligent and studious, but even the academic atmosphere in the bedroom is so strong, is it a bit too much, right? Chen Xingqing felt that the bedroom, which was always said to be a hotel room, was warmer than the one in front of him.