[{"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-10":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I'm Focused on Science, But You Want to Trick Me Into Love?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2333146,4563,"Chapter 10: Library","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-10",10,"\u003Cp>At six in the evening, the sunlight was no longer harsh, warming the body pleasantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this time, the nearby streets had not yet been renovated; walking along them felt crowded yet cozy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou walked briskly, following his memory to find the district library.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flipped through the natural sciences section for a few minutes and found Gilbert Strang’s Introduction to Linear Algebra—a book he knew well, pulled out purely for nostalgia—and Gauss’s On the General Study of Surfaces in differential geometry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Halmos’s Naive Set Theory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first two were Chinese editions; the latter was the original English version.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His math was strong, but limited to specific areas—such as mathematical physics equations related to quantum mechanics, linear algebra, complex functions—without ever systematically engaging with advanced mathematical research.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, the second floor was less crowded, but still had few seats; worse, two people were chatting loudly, oblivious to others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh~ Again?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At ten at night, Xu Qingzhou closed his book and looked across at Song Yao: “I’m leaving.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wrote meticulously, laying out every step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made his way toward a window seat and was slightly surprised to see the figure by the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can I borrow your scratch pad?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, after hours of continuous thinking, Xu Qingzhou was genuinely hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao bit her lip, suppressing a quiet pout, and immersed herself deeply in the ocean of mathematics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After some time, Xu Qingzhou felt someone nudge his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When I returned as a freshman, everything was full of traps—like a battlefield in Syria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【According to the problem, we know the function x-y≥2(x-y), 1, when x-y=0.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【For a function y=f(x) defined on R, if for any unequal real numbers x and y, f(x)-f(y)\u002Fx-y\u003C0 holds, and x, y satisfy the inequality f(x-2x)+f(2y-y)≤0, then the graph of the function y=f(x-1)】—a function analysis problem, indeed difficult for high school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was so aloof, colder than her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the window, the girl had exquisite features: a straight nose, plump red lips, thick eyebrows above bright, clear eyes, delicate collarbones, smooth, fine skin exposed, long hair cascading over her shoulders, stirred by the breeze passing through the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao suddenly found Xu Qingzhou strangely unfamiliar. After walking with him for a while, she asked: “I don’t understand one thing. With your ability, you could easily gain fame and fortune—why do you keep suppressing your scores and remain unknown?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou took the test paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After reading it, Song Yao was struck down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao graduated from undergrad and, as rumored, went abroad for further study; after that, she vanished completely, never attending alumni gatherings; many classmates regretted never seeing the campus beauty again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he remembered correctly, the neighborhood on the left would be demolished next year; the rest would be renovated over the coming years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She went home and changed into a white dress, pure and sweet, yet radiating a cold, distant aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opposite her, stuck on question 16 of the fill-in-the-blank section, Song Yao decided to take a break and began secretly observing Xu Qingzhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two minutes passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked up and saw Song Yao gazing at him, whispering: “Xu Qingzhou, can you solve this problem?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou stood up, returned the three books to their places, and only then noticed Song Yao had been waiting beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then he thought of a more serious issue: “The world can be divided into three kinds of people: ordinary people, geniuses, and one other—gods. I belong to the last category; to avoid overshadowing the brilliance of you ordinary geniuses, I choose to conceal myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lowered her head, the pen tip lightly tapping, her brow slightly furrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared intently: the book on the right—Introduction to Linear Algebra? The other, an English book—he didn’t recognize it. Could Xu Qingzhou be following me? But he was definitely taking notes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For him, math was merely a tool, not a primary research direction—until his research hit massive computational hurdles and his calculation ability fell short, forcing him to seek help from mathematicians, at which point he realized physics could not exist without math.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clothes he’d just changed into had pockets emptier than his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if sensing someone watching, Song Yao looked up and met Xu Qingzhou’s gaze; a flicker of surprise passed through her eyes, then vanished quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou handed the scratch pad to Song Yao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao was so irritated her teeth ached: What do you mean “ordinary people”? I’m pretty good too! She wanted to retort, but noticed Xu Qingzhou’s attention had already drifted to a nearby rice noodle shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Linear algebra—Lao Liao mentioned it was university-level material. Is Xu Qingzhou already studying it? Song Yao’s mind was full of question marks. What should she do? Curious, wanted to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time ticked away second by second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The evening sunlight, reflected through the glass, spilled onto the edge of the desk; the entire reading room glowed golden, and Song Yao still struggled with her math problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When did Xu Qingzhou become so good at math? She eyed him skeptically, but found he had already lowered his head to read.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Library borrowing procedures were now cumbersome; he needed many materials, and borrowing back and forth was a hassle. Since it was only a ten-minute walk away, it was better to just read here. The two left the library.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m already familiar with most high school content; I read extracurricular material to broaden my horizons.” Xu Qingzhou wandered through the old streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Song Yao and sincerely invited: “Want some rice noodles? My treat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xu Qingzhou, the college entrance exam is coming soon—aren’t you reviewing?” Song Yao asked the question that had long puzzled her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third floor was finally better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao was quiet, working on a math test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing how seriously Xu Qingzhou was working, she gave up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first-floor study room was packed; Xu Qingzhou carried three books upstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou nodded in greeting, sat down opposite her with the books. Were there no empty seats? There were—but during breaks from reading, it was better to glance at a pretty girl than exchange awkward smiles with an old guy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her view, Xu Qingzhou’s math had always been average—but seeing the books he was reading, she revised her opinion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, I’m leaving too.” Song Yao checked her phone and began packing up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this time, the sharing economy hadn’t taken off, let alone the booming shared study rooms, so on holidays, seats in the library study room were rarely left unoccupied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and Song Yao truly had fate on their side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pushing aside his thoughts, he opened Halmos’s Naive Set Theory and began reading earnestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting opposite her, Xu Qingzhou could even catch a faint, sweet fragrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me treat you—thank you for explaining the problems to me.” Song Yao shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine.” Xu Qingzhou agreed cheerfully and strode toward the shop. “This place’s noodles are authentic; in a few years, they might even open branches.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered this neighborhood had been demolished—yet this owner had opened four or five chain stores. He’d visited one; the taste wasn’t good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao stood frozen, suddenly feeling as if she’d been tricked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1175,"2026-06-20T21:06:39.533Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","476d3ebc81294316a39a84a70da63b26696fdb38d267d4a7d04b7ef7e9ce101e","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-11","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-9",790,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--cover.jpg"]