[{"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-102":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},2333238,4563,"Chapter 102: Don","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-102",102,"\u003Cp>Thinking of the look of dejection on Kong Xianbo and Zhai Ziqiang’s faces when they left, Xu Qingzhou sometimes felt that Xu Zhengyang was even more cruel—he was the one who wielded the sharpest blade: the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether in mathematics or physics, talent matters too much; some people devote their whole lives to study yet still can’t match another’s sudden flash of insight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Xu Qingzhou’s first time visiting the library since returning to Jingda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The place was packed; everyone walked with purpose, as if carrying wind. At a school like Jingda, overachievers were everywhere—GPA, graduate school admission, studying abroad—every field could make you question your entire life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou took the elevator straight to the third floor of the library.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At noon, Song Yao had sent him a photo saying she was at the library.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The central atrium of Jingda’s third-floor library.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao, as always, was beautiful yet coolly distant—wearing a white hoodie and khaki wide-leg pants, her hair tied in a high ponytail, her pale, jade-like face clear and ethereal, intently focused on the materials before her, two large textbooks open, her notebook filled to the brim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhizhong nodded, stroked his teacup, and said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tall male student didn’t look up. “Goddess is goddess—if she were this easy to approach, would she still be a goddess?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You old bastard, you just came here to mooch tea,” Gu Zhizhong scolded with a laugh, yet still poured tea for Jiao Mingwu—he already had a rough idea of who he meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt as if he had returned to that summer three months ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasionally, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, a trace of sorrow darkening her cold face, tugging at the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course,” said the tall male student beside him, already used to it, eyes lowered to his book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The central atrium on the third floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young man, you’ve taken a narrow path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could speak, the tall male student interrupted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhi Ge, someone’s coming over again!” the boy tapped his friend’s arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” The tall male student looked up, gazing toward the distance, curious to see which brave soul it was this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the corner, a male student had already begun murmuring to his companion: “Even prettier than in the photos—no wonder she’s #1 on our campus beauty list.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others had tried this before; the first time, Song Yao simply packed up and left, leaving the guy sitting there awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yang Ge, he’s looking for a chair!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, you won’t believe it—a freshman. Lao Gu, where’s the tea? You planning to let me sit here empty-handed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tables in the atrium were smaller than those in other areas; one person’s belongings already filled the entire space, meant for solitary seating—with only one chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This trend was wrong! And they’d just seen the goddess smile! Behind Xu Qingzhou, ten meters away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She planned to finish all the material from her first-semester sophomore year this term, then consider a second major.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Xu Qingzhou already immersed in his work, Song Yao took a deep breath and refocused on the book before her: *Probability Theory and Mathematical Statistics*, Chapter 5: Time Series Analysis, Panel Data Analysis. So far, their professors had only covered Chapter 2.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, a visitor arrived in Gu Zhizhong’s office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lao Gu, our math department has another genius!” Jiao Mingwu burst in, eager to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of it, she gathered some of her belongings into her bag, making space for Xu Qingzhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who says your tea isn’t good? But this time, it’s real.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, I heard he’s preparing for the next phase. His project isn’t easy—he’s launching it simultaneously with Jinling University.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhizhong nodded with a smile. “You know Zhao’s project from the physics department, right?” He chuckled, setting down his teacup. “Actually, you got one thing wrong—Xu Qingzhou’s level, I think, has already caught up to graduate students.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from him, the boy kept his head down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiao Mingwu nodded, paused, then looked surprised. “How does this even connect to the physics department?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy nodded, glancing toward the distance. “But… Zhi Ge, I swear I just saw Song Xiaohua smile.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, though ninety-eight percent of people were there to study seriously, a small fraction still came just to catch a glimpse of Jingda’s campus beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way—if someone beats you up, I won’t stop them,” warned the tall male student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhi Ge, what if I bring a chair over and sit at her table?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiao Mingwu sipped his tea and sighed. “Freshman. Name’s Xu Qingzhou. His fundamentals are incredibly solid. He’s only a freshman, yet already outshines many third- and fourth-year students.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou greeted Song Yao, then sank into calculation, aiming to express f(p) as a series or integral, and considering the properties of the zeta function.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t talk. I need a moment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Normal. I’ve seen it twice already.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was sitting quietly, minding her own business—why go disturb her? People like that were the most hateful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao looked up and saw Xu Qingzhou already seated across from her, pulling out his stack of handwritten notes. A pleasant curve formed at the corner of her lips—Xu Qingzhou had sense enough to come to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second time, someone directly reported to the librarian, accusing the man of harassing a girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy stared blankly at the unbelievable scene ahead. “Zhi Ge…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several other boys had noticed the scene this month—they’d already seen three others come up asking for contact info.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait… you already knew about Xu Qingzhou?” Jiao Mingwu’s eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cleaning aunt shook her head. Since this girl came, the atrium had grown noticeably busier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Lao Gu, why aren’t you surprised?” Jiao Mingwu frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid many hidden glances, the boy walked over and moved the empty chair to face Song Yao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tall male student shook his head and whispered advice to the younger student beside him: “See? This is the wrong way. To pursue a girl, be a gentleman—this only makes her dislike you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible!” the tall male student denied—but he glanced over himself, and instantly fell into self-doubt. Strange… was Song Xiaohua actually happy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This move instantly stunned everyone nearby who had been waiting for drama.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far away, the boy stopped in front of the beautiful Song Yao, glanced around, then fixed his gaze on the empty chair beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xu Qingzhou is currently assisting in Old Zhao’s project. And Old Zhao’s progress has been so fast precisely because Xu Qingzhou helped them build a highly comprehensive data model.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the end, Gu Zhizhong’s tone carried a hint of pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You old bastard—you’re trying to hide Xu Qingzhou and take him as your private disciple?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiao Mingwu suddenly realized it, and his tea lost all flavor. At their age, titles and ranks meant nothing anymore—they cared deeply about disciples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Moving complete. Two chapters today. Will make up the rest tomorrow—but after two past experiences, I won’t make promises. I’ll just slowly catch up.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1166,"2026-06-20T21:06:39.533Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3a6552a82f1ba53231f14c5b48c9a77961401f2c55980f56dc36751e2730e211","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-103","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-101",790,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--cover.jpg"]