"Carbonyl groups... esters... hydrolysis," he whispered, flipping through the pages. The formulas looked like ancient runes. He had twenty problems due by morning, and his grade was teetering on the edge of a cliff.
Maxim headed back to his seat, glancing at his phone in his pocket. The GDZ had been his shortcut, but his curiosity had turned it into a bridge.
An hour later, the homework was finished. But Maxim didn't feel like a cheater; he felt like a detective who had finally cracked a cold case.