The Seventh Door of the Memory Palace

This novel is my "manifesto of cognitive rebellion." I have witnessed too many bright eyes dimmed in the sea of ​​questions, and too many vivid thoughts canned by scores. So, I let Su Hui's white hair turn into string theory, let Huang Mao's chewing gum chew the Riemann Hypothesis, and transformed the college entrance examination examination room into an interstellar battlefield. This is not escaping reality, but using fantasy to carve a light-transmitting window into reality.