[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me-":3,"chapter-i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-1":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I'm Focused on Science, But You Want to Trick Me Into Love?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":18,"prevChapterSlug":19,"totalChapters":20,"novelImage":21},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":12,"translator":16,"content_hash":17},2333137,4563,"Chapter 1: Physics No Longer Exists","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-1",1,"\u003Cp>At 11 p.m., just after the celebration banquet, Xu Qingzhou leaned against the hotel’s decorative stone wall, lit a cigarette, and tried to ease his exhaustion—he had stayed up two straight nights to debug the experimental setup for microwave-photon and optical-photon entanglement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the guest of honor at this banquet, with superiors present; he couldn’t refuse without offending them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night fell, stars glittered, Beijing’s neon lights blazed, all building illuminations turned on, milky moonlight intertwining with urban radiance, revealing the city’s splendor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a sharp, abrupt ringtone sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou stared at the name on the screen, silent; he took a deep drag, then finally pressed answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qingzhou, congratulations—you’ve finally realized your dream.” The caller ID showed “Zhang Yuxin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you.” Xu Qingzhou replied flatly, politely; his fading memories began to resurface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuxin transferred to Xu Qingzhou’s class in her final year of high school—beautiful, skilled at piano, danced well, could do the splits, had suitors like fish crossing a river; Xu Qingzhou was one of them, and thanks to proximity, he nearly turned the tables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh~ the cigarette smoke passed through his lungs—suddenly, a deafening explosion rang in his ears, his chest felt pierced by a knife, searing pain surged through his body, the world spun, and dense black dots rapidly filled his vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read! {\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cigarette butt grew scalding hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat up straight, emptied his mind, and silently murmured: System? Activate system. Check environment? Xu Qingzhou failed—he had tried thirteen different system activation methods from novels, yet not a single cold mechanical voice appeared in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou ignored him, rubbed his temples, slumped back in his chair, and said, “I need to be alone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quick, call an ambulance!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, from the perspective of general relativity, spacetime is viewed as a curved four-dimensional space, but under countless constraints, time travel is vanishingly improbable—requiring motion faster than light and the existence of negative energy. What if he turned to his familiar quantum domain?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>#Nobel Prize announcement: For contributions to entangled-photon experiments, verification of Bell inequality violations, and pioneering quantum information science, Chinese physicist Xu Qingzhou has been awarded the 2032 Nobel Prize in Physics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou felt a tightness in his chest—his old ailment from working himself to the bone; his discomfort had drained even his urge to curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From then on, he sealed his heart, threw himself into the game, and worked himself to death for the experiments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain! Extreme pain!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up; his vision gradually cleared. When he fully saw the scene before him, he froze in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quantum entanglement and quantum tunneling do exist in physics—two interdependent particles, changing one instantly affects the other; some particles tunnel through potential barriers deemed insurmountable by classical mechanics. But precisely because he understood quantum mechanics, he knew these were impossible! Now, physics… did not exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you crazy?” Guo Zi yang had intended to scare Xu Qingzhou with the homeroom teacher, but he himself jumped in fright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Honestly, don’t be sad. So many people like Zhang Yuxin—not everyone has the courage to confess. You tried. No matter the outcome, you won’t regret it in the future.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sss~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou automatically filtered out the chattering noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around him were students in blue-and-white school uniforms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, he realized: the bicycle he’d been too lazy to ride, others truly would stand up and pedal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck, I haven’t deleted my computer files yet! “Professor Xu!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had posted this man on her social media—some “boss,” producer of the drama, and its male lead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Sorry, I don’t want to date before graduating high school.] [Xu Qingzhou, I don’t want to date before graduating university—let’s talk about us later.] [I don’t want to date until my job is stable.] The reasons were simple, and he, like an idiot, waited eight years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the left, the wall held a water dispenser; beside it hung a prominent sign—“60 days until the college entrance exam.” Xu Qingzhou suppressed the storm in his chest, his gaze finally settling on the boy beside him, rolling his book into a trumpet—Guo Zi yang, his high school buddy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou pressed his lips together, pinched his thigh, and twisted hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding~ The phone screen lit up—this time, a message notification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four years after graduation, she landed the female second lead role in a idol drama.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything before him was strange yet familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did I really get reincarnated?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, be quiet, be quiet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His memory of Zhang Yuxin still dated back a year—to the class reunion, her, sitting in a Maybach, visibly pregnant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a hotel. Not a hospital. But a classroom! On the desk: stacks of books, piled like mountains, messy and crowded, yet oddly comforting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duh~ He silently hung up, quickly took two drags to soothe his lungs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Directly opposite, above the blackboard, a prominent sign read: “Study hard, make progress every day.” To the right hung the “Middle School Student Code of Conduct” and the “Chengnan Middle School Student Behavioral Standards.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be… he thought of a possibility, swallowed hard—was the end of science really mysticism?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou chuckled bitterly, crossed his arms, and emptied his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sudden death?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can I come see you? Don’t misunderstand.” Zhang Yuxin’s voice pleaded: “I know I’m not good enough for you, but in Beijing, you’re the only friend I have left. I just want to witness this important moment in your life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone step back, keep it ventilated! Xiao Liu, bring the AED quickly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were plenty of pretty girls in class—how the hell did I go blind and fall for Zhang Yuxin?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Zi yang nodded sheepishly in agreement, then after a pause, leaned in again, nagging: “I told you to confess after the college entrance exam—you insisted on rushing it at the last minute, wrecked your own mindset.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled out another cigarette, lit it, took two puffs, and lit up again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this… a high school classroom? Ha, surely I didn’t get reincarnated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waited two hours in the hotel lobby, only to see her enter, arm linked with a man, tenderly adjusting his cuff, asking if he was tired, saying she’d just learned some massage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the day filming ended, he took a thousand-mile train ride, secretly holding flowers in the hotel lobby, waiting to surprise her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xu Qingzhou, wake up! The homeroom teacher’s coming!” It felt like someone was shouting into his ear with a megaphone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Am I still alive?” Xu Qingzhou’s awareness returned; he regained control of his body—his hand was numb, his mind chaotic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine. Don’t be greedy. I’m reincarnated—why do I still care about a bicycle?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides, Zhang Yuxin never outright rejected you,” Guo Zi yang was saying, when suddenly he felt a hand tap his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and saw Xu Qingzhou’s solemn expression, sincere tone: “Blackie, in these final days, work hard—aim for a good university. And don’t be a lapdog.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strictly speaking, Guo Zi yang was worse off—he confessed, but couldn’t hold on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1169,"2026-06-20T21:06:39.533Z","Qwen3-Next 80B","2f1caa9d5a00a55876e7870a530a612f48e70ae492ed25c713a1968cb3be4e52","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-2",null,790,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--cover.jpg"]