Lu Mian fell into deep thought as she opened the first page of the notebook.
She always had a good memory, and she recognized the contents of this notebook.
She read quickly, flipping through dozens of pages in a moment, becoming more and more certain that she had seen this notebook at her master, Yun Zhijuan's, place.
However, the one at her master's was a photocopy, while this was the original.
The handwriting in the notebook was wild and unrestrained, flamboyant, and all the content was about physics.
There were records of physical experiments, related theoretical deductions, and a great deal of physics knowledge not found in textbooks, even some internal materials not yet published by current physics research institutes.
It was indeed precious.
But, was this notebook Xiao Qimo's? Why did her master also have a copy?
She sat on the floor, hugged the notebook, and read it straight through to the end.
