In 1937, at Tsinghua University, the night when the bronze glutton swallowed up the physics laboratory, Shen Zhaozhao of the Department of Chemistry took some nitroglycerin and fried it in his alchemy furnace - only to explode a futuristic man named Lu Chen wearing a three-piece suit, and a time hourglass that circulated 87 times in his pocket.
When cryptographer Jiang Lin's bronze line script began to automatically write alien codes, Zhao Zhao finally understood his father's last words: There is a mathematical beast that can swallow civilization hidden in the cloud and thunder patterns. Now, on her left hand is the astrophysics professor she has had a crush on for seven years, and on her right hand is an old enemy who crawled out of the bronze cauldron. The bronze beast AI said it would use the Zhoubi Sutra to restart the earth.
Tonight, on the top floor of the Tsinghua Library, three science majors decided to use Maxwell's equations to make drinks, gamble their lives on the Riemann Hypothesis, and hide a bouquet of roses that will never fade in a Klein bottle - who said that the romance of the Republic of China was only in the romantic moon?
