Max and the Mechanical Army Chapter 38

"Mr. Lu," White put a pile of wasted paper in front of him, "I can't figure it out."

Lu Bixing looked a little tired, with a dark circle under his eyes, and he kept pressing the area between his eyebrows and temples.

In the empty workshop, those robots, ignorant of any suffering, were displayed silently and lifelessly like terracotta warriors.

Lu Bixing supported his forehead and flipped through White's homework. The morning light from the energy tower slanted into the workshop, casting a thin shadow on his face. He was silent for a long time, so long that White had an illusion that in the next second, he would push the pile of calculation papers away and tell them that it was over and they would never have to do this useless work again.

Such a prediction made the young White a little uneasy, although he didn't know why he was uneasy.