... Therefore, we can conclude that the Klein-Gordon equation plays a key role in the development of relativistic quantum mechanics..."
The old professor on the podium was talking with great passion.
In the back row of the classroom, by the window, Shen Buqi's head was following the professor's cadences, performing a very regular movement, like a chicken pecking at rice.
The sun shines through the window, coating his slightly messy black hair with a lazy golden layer. He just lay on the table, half of his face buried in his arms, breathing steadily and long, sleeping soundly.
The nickname "Nancheng Sleeping God" is not for nothing.
My name is Xie Zhiwei, the shopkeeper of this "Zhiweitang" antique store. It's said to be an antique store, but it's actually more like a grocery store. It accepts and sells everything, as long as I like it.
I was leaning on the squeaky Taishi chair at the counter, dozing half-deadly. The indigo buttoned coat I wore was so washed that I could barely see its original color. Paired with this pair of old cloth shoes that were almost starched under my feet, I almost looked like an unearthed cultural relic when I sat down among these old objects.
The air conditioner in the store made an old roar, and the wind it blew out was filled with moisture, which barely brought people back from the brink of death from heat.
"Tsk. "
