The phone call ended.
Lu Zhou gently exhaled the air in his chest, he put down his phone and looked at the thick pile of draft papers on the table. He had a smile of relief on his face.
"Thirty-one days… This is probably the longest time I have been in a retreat." Lu Zhou looked at the calendar on his phone and sighed.
When was the last time I felt this way?
I don't even remember.
Ever since he reached level 10 in mathematics, most of the difficult mathematics calculations had become meaningless to him. Whenever he saw a mathematical formula, using his mathematical intuition, he was able to quickly pinpoint a few possible solutions.
For other people, thinking about high-dimensional space consumed almost all of their brainpower. But for him, abstract differential manifolds were as simple as Lego.
But this time, the situation was different.
