Chương 1418: Jinling International Congress of Mathematicians

2026, summer.

The old campus of Jin Ling University.

The mottled shadows of trees were reflected on the old stone walls. The cicadas on the tops of the sycamore trees seemed to have stayed the same since ancient times. In this bustling city, the tranquility of the smell of books remained.

But today was a bit unusual for this old campus.

Scholars in formal attire walked through the brick road in front of the entrance. Foreigners went into the old buildings built during the Republic of China period.

Overnight, it was like they had returned to a few decades ago; the quaint old campus seemed to have traveled through time and space, restoring the glory of the university's previous years.

No, technically, more glorious than ever before.