Becoming the Richest by Farming
Chapter 187 - 0187 actually is still a person_1

Chapter 187: 0187 actually is still a person_1

What could Ruffy Smith possibly do?

His face ashen, he could only stare at the problem before him.

He had never felt he could be as excessively smart as Ellen Young, but he knew he was above most people—yet now, faced with this problem...

It truly wasn’t meant for humans to solve.

And Ellen Young just had to sit beside him.

Because she was drunk, there was a distinct smell of alcohol on her, but the scent of champagne wasn’t harsh, and he had it on him too.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright, and she nudged Ruffy Smith’s arm, "Why haven’t you started working on it yet?"

Ruffy Smith wished he could bite this little woman in front of him; once she was drunk, she started to go wild without any consideration if she might be harboring any schemes.

He could only grit his teeth and say, "Professor, thinking is also part of working on the problem, isn’t it? You don’t need to keep watching me; it will take some time."

"Oh..."

Ellen Young, for her part, seemed quite agreeable. She fell silent for a moment before suddenly saying, "Then the professor will go rest. By the time I wake up, you should have finished, right? It’s a simple question. If you can’t solve it, you’ll just have to fail for the year."

Ruffy Smith: "..."

Go ask Hadton’s math professor and see if they think it’s simple.

When she said she was going to rest, she really went to sleep.

Of course, Ruffy Smith had no intention of honestly working on the problem, but the tablet in front of him...

It was hers.

She had entered the password, so the tablet was unlocked. Ruffy Smith’s eyes darkened for a moment, then he hopped onto the desk.

When he saw the screen full of experiment data and professional applications, Ruffy Smith clicked his tongue. Just as he was about to shut down the tablet, he suddenly spotted Ellen Young’s WhatsApp.

He clicked into it. There was no password, it just popped open.

Ruffy Smith’s gaze flickered, and he instantly shut the tablet off again.

Forget it, prying into someone’s privacy is not a wise move, especially Ellen Young’s.

Even though he was very curious inside, some things were only wishful thinking.

He didn’t want to upset her, even if she might never find out.

He put the tablet down, the food on the table only slightly touched. Ruffy Smith started to clean up the bowls and cutlery, placing them into the dishwasher in the kitchen, then went back to check the living room.

Ellen Young’s bedroom was very simple, right off the living room to the left, with Lucy Wood’s to the right.

She hadn’t closed her door, and Ruffy Smith saw her lying on her side on the bed, her shoes neatly placed at the bedside, albeit slightly askew.

Even drunk, she maintained self-discipline.

The room was stark, but the quilt she used was of tiny flowers, light and thin. Her entire head was buried in the quilt, exposing only the smooth back of her head. She didn’t use a pillow, wrapping herself tightly—a sleeping posture that seemed incredibly secure.

He glanced at her and couldn’t help but chuckle.

Compared to his usual laziness and carelessness, the warmth and tenderness of his smile when other people were around could be seen.

"Ellen Young."

He called her name softly, his voice light as a tickling feather, deep and sexy, tingling one’s heart.

"Mmm."

She responded lightly too, but from her voice, one could tell she was sound asleep and murmured in a daze.

He chuckled again lightly, placed the tablet on her bedside table, right beside the doorway, without entering the room. He gently closed the door for her and stepped out of the living room.

The Special Force Team members watched, somewhat incredulous, "He actually behaves like a person."

Damien Frost rolled his eyes, "What do you think he would do in front of us?"

If he dared to do anything at all, wouldn’t they stop him?