[The anonymous love letter contained murderous mathematical formulas, and during the process of solving the problem, I actually touched the heartbeat rate under the senior's shirt.
When the anonymous love letter with Ramanujan's identity written on it was stuffed into my desk, the entire science experimental class was guessing whose confession it was.
The moment I used Fourier transform to decipher the coordinate system, Shen Xingming, wearing a mask of sunshine and justice, cracked my draft paper with his knuckles: "School girl, the position of the trigonometric function is wrong."
But none of us expected that behind every formula lurked the poisonous web carefully woven by Su Man.
When she stuffed my competition notes mixed with forged love letters into the principal's mailbox, Shen Xingming suddenly grabbed the microphone at the morning meeting: "There is something I want to say on the 37th page of Lin Zhixia's draft paper."
It turns out that the most intimate password was hidden in the 0.5 Seconds when his sleeve brushed the back of my hand when he was teaching me how to solve Maxwell's equations.
This heart-beating game wrapped in mathematical logic - Do you dare to accompany me to unlock the code of the last love letter?
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