[{"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-25":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},2333161,4563,"Chapter 25: Plain Ordinary Song Beauty","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-25",25,"\u003Cp>Heh, a slacker, I don’t know what you’re so proud of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling Xu Qingzhou’s coldness, Wang Jiangfei mentally grumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suppressed his irritation and joked to Tian Shuang: “We’ve been out this long—if we don’t go back, your parents might suspect I’ve kidnapped you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We should head back,” Tian Shuang said, unaware of the subtle tension, nodding. Before leaving, she pulled out her phone: “Last time I went to Shanghai, I forgot my QQ password and now I don’t have contact info for a single classmate from junior high. Add me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t have my phone,” Xu Qingzhou shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then tell me your QQ number—I’ll add you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou recited a string of numbers. Tian Shuang sent a friend request, reminded him to accept after returning, then waved goodbye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“132××××2859.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.{\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao nodded, seeing Xu Qingzhou’s strange expression, explained: “It was Jiahui’s nickname, not mine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.” Song Yao was quietly pleased but kept her expression cold: “My WeChat ID is my phone number.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So your idea of going out for fresh air is smoking?” Song Yao frowned in displeasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright.” Song Yao’s words made Xu Qingzhou suddenly hungry. He gathered his draft papers: “What should we eat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Read it out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou suddenly realized they could see the spot where he’d just smoked. He shrugged and muttered: “Cigarettes—man’s best remedy for fatigue.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going into math.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until ten o’clock, Song Yao packed her things and asked Xu Qingzhou, still scribbling complex formulas across from her: “I’m hungry. Want to get something to eat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Plain Ordinary Song Beauty?” Looking at the nickname that came up in search, Xu Qingzhou felt the vibe was off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crushed out his cigarette and tossed it in the trash, then headed toward the library.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Open until eleven.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from him, Song Yao pulled out her phone and noticed he’d used his real name: “Xu Qingzhou?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao glared at Xu Qingzhou for referring to her as “my girlfriend for life,” silently seething. After a pause, she glanced out the window as if casually asking: “Who was that girl just now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My dad visited his house once,” Song Yao said casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao opened Xu Qingzhou’s Moments—nothing there. She carefully exited, staring at the new name in her friend list. She felt something strange: previously, her list had only been her parents and Ding Jiahui; now there was one more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good,” Wang Jiangfei finally relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou really wanted to say Ding Jiahui’s nickname was fitting—it really was kind of plain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>QQ still didn’t have a minimalist mode back then; the interface was garish and unpleasant to look at.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tian Shuang didn’t mind much: “I just wanted to use him to get contact info for other junior high classmates.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou took the chopsticks, thanked her, and asked: “What major are you planning to apply for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once they were far enough away and Xu Qingzhou was out of sight, Wang Jiangfei frowned: “Xiao Tian, this guy’s obviously a lazy good-for-nothing. We should keep our distance from him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After adding each other, both buried themselves in their own work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just kidding, look how tense you got.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Smoking’s bad for your health,” Song Yao stared at Xu Qingzhou with mild disgust: “And it leaves a smell.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think you could’ve been more tactful,” Song Yao thought of a saying: men never grow up—even Xu Qingzhou could be childish at times. “I’m planning to apply for economics.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about you?” Song Yao looked at Xu Qingzhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medicine’s decent—get a PhD, stable, respected, high income, though it’ll be exhausting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still open at this hour?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you have WeChat, let’s add each other—I don’t use QQ much anymore,” Xu Qingzhou waved his phone. Back then, everyone mostly used QQ; WeChat was still rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Peking University’s economics school is among the best in the country,” Xu Qingzhou nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao really wanted to hit him—he was too mouthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My parents want me to study law or medicine—become a lawyer or doctor someday,” Song Yao said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou imagined Li Dingkang trembling in fear and couldn’t help clicking his tongue: “Our dads are the real deal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Noodles—there’s a great noodle shop nearby.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao ordered a small dish. By the time Xu Qingzhou sat down, she’d already wiped the chopsticks and handed them over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Xu Qingzhou’s voice came to her ear: “Do you have WeChat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way back, Song Yao kept reading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought you’d study physics.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh.” Song Yao nodded, then suddenly realized—she and Xu Qingzhou hadn’t exchanged contact info.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paid the bill. Over this time, they’d become lunch partners—usually taking turns paying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After meeting, he always wanted to tease her, but the rest of his words were silenced by one look from Song Yao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noodle shop had only two or three customers—Xu Qingzhou found that normal; at this hour, even that many was decent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou didn’t explain. After eating a bit, he said in surprise: “I’ve been bracing for Li Dingkang’s revenge, but days have passed and he hasn’t reacted at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xu Qingzhou!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Law meant debates—even “arguments”—to defend your views. Song Yao couldn’t picture her in a battle with an opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I only smoked one. The smell isn’t that strong.” Xu Qingzhou sniffed his shirt: “Or are you talking about my breath? We didn’t—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou ate the small dish to satisfy his hunger, speaking confidently: “I’m not bragging—I know physics better than anyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao didn’t want to deal with him. After a while, she asked again: “What if he actually shows up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Song Yao’s stubborn expression, Xu Qingzhou sighed and nodded: “I’ve already planned to quit. I’ve realized—you’re sometimes even more nagging than my mom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A junior high classmate who went to high school in Shanghai—we haven’t seen each other in three years. Just added contact info.” Xu Qingzhou picked up his phone—sure enough, a new friend request appeared on QQ.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.” After registering for WeChat, Xu Qingzhou didn’t bother thinking of an ID and used his real name, just as he always had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’d just lie down without hesitation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Call the police. This kind of thing? Definitely our dads are the real deal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1037,"2026-06-20T21:06:39.533Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","66627f6c1fe84a961316cc214be76f35e0074d4aa0794aebf93c756dd09ba57f","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-26","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-24",790,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--cover.jpg"]