"That's it, these questions, can you ask Li Zhiyuan to help me with them?"
Zhou Yunyun handed over a notebook, Tan Wenbin took it and flipped through it. There weren't many problems, just seven in total—four in math and three in physics.
"These types of questions, my Brother Xiao Yuan's problem sets have them all, and they're even more complicated."
"How many are there?"
"There's a bunch of them, covering math, physics, and chemistry."
"Then... can I borrow it?"
The better the student, the clearer they understand just how effective dedicated problem-solving practice is, especially in the current era where supplementary educational materials are scarce.
What is most important, the progress made by Tan Wenbin himself served as proof of just how valuable these problems were.
Tan Wenbin furrowed his brow.
"That... can't I borrow it?"
Zhou Yunyun, as class president, was used to keeping a straight face, and she seldom showed such a look of nervousness as she asked.
