The quantum residual warmth of the lullaby played by the three suns still lingered on Lin Mo's fingertips, and a star-cluster structure formed by infant brainwaves pulsed on his retinal projection. He looked at the milk bottles floating in the nursery—the milky-white liquid was spontaneously arranging itself into the standard expression of the Riemann hypothesis.
"The materials for the Board of Directors..." Su Yuqing's voice suddenly returned from the eleventh dimension, her quantized hair-tips shimmering with a faint light, "The Nobel Prize laureate has arrived."
When the doorbell rang, the Mobius Strip baby toy hanging on the wall suddenly unfolded into a four-dimensional structure. Lin Mo looked at the old man standing at the doorway—a scientist world-renowned for discovering the laws of antimatter decay, who was currently staring at the Dirac equation dancing on the tip of his own shoe.
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