Lu Xuan, a first-year graduate student in the Department of Computer Science, stumbled during his first group meeting - he spent three hours carefully looking after his appearance, but was shattered by the cold look reflected in the lenses of his new instructor Lin Feng.
The laboratory is a Shura field of rationality: Lin Feng's shirt buttons are buttoned to the top, his scrutinizing gaze behind gold-rimmed glasses, and his well-jointed hands when annotating papers. Every frame overloads Lu Xuan's CPU. And when the drunk tutor leaned limply into his arms, his Adam's apple stained with alcohol and called him "Classmate Lu," some kind of dangerous program began to run automatically at midnight.
Intention: pure love