The Seventh Door in the Memory Palace

This novel is my “manifesto of cognitive rebellion.” I’ve seen too many bright eyes dim amid endless exam prep, and too many vivid minds canned into test scores. So I turned Su Hui’s white hair into string theory, made Huang Mao’s chewing gum spit out the Riemann hypothesis, and transformed the college entrance exam hall into an interstellar battlefield. This isn’t an escape from reality. It’s using fantasy to carve a window that lets light into it.