Poetic suspense version
When the single arrow of quantum mechanics falls in love with the irreversible reaction of the perfumer, all encounters are carefully calculated survivor bias.
Yu Sui's nasal cavity can decompose 300 kinds of aroma molecules, but he can't smell the bitterness of fluoxetine leaking from Wei Shizhou's sleeves - that was the safe distance measured by Planck's constant during the seventh year he stared at her back.
In the scars where their mother beat them with osmanthus branches, in the brother's unfinished manuscript of "The Theory of Aroma Space and Time", in the midnight roar of the centrifuge in No. 207 Of the Physics Building, the two souls trapped in the Klein bottle finally discovered:
Some one-way gazes are actually Möbius strips connected end to end in the four-dimensional space; and all the osmanthus specimens that will never wither are nothing more than suicide notes that resurrect the corpse.
Academic Romance Edition
Topic 1: How to use Fourier transform to encode ten years of secret love in whiskey ice patterns? (Wei Shizhou's solution: let the salt frost on the edge of the cup crystallize into the topology of her irises)
Topic 2: How to use nitrocellulose to recreate the scent of osmanthus that was burned in childhood? (Yu Sui's solution: mix 17% guilt and 83% desire to survive into cigarettes)
Additional question: When the non-orientability of the Klein bottle encounters the eternal state of the unfading flower, love is
Does it follow the second law of thermodynamics?
Social issue board
We often use "genius" to describe Yu Sui: the first female number one scholar in the physics department in a century, who can smell the scent of π to eight decimal places, and amazed the audience at Coast City KTV with her calculus hangover cure.
We more often use the definition of "madman" as Yu Sui: In order to escape the fate of being nailed to the family tombstone by her mother, she cut her life into a double-slit interference experiment - the physics department of University A is the collapsed state under her mother's observation, and the Paris Perfumery School is the unselected probability cloud.
Until Wei Shizhou cut open the seven years he had sewn into the lining of his windbreaker: the temperature curves of 37 osmanthus specimens, the Shannon entropy values of 206 unsent letters, and the Klein fold on the wall of his left ventricle that perfectly matched the pinch mark on her wrist.
It turns out that all paranoia are undeciphered species of infatuation, and all immortal flowers hide a survival function that grows in reverse.
Intention: believe