Chapter 259: Turn up the intensity for School Beauty Song

Outside the window, the sun was shining brightly, and the two young people were leaning against each other comfortably, but soon, Song Yao got up from Xu Qingzhou with a flushed face, glaring at him in shame and anger.

This guy... poked her again!

"Ahem~ normal reaction."

Xu Qingzhou spread his hands helplessly and muttered in a low voice, "Besides, this can't be blamed entirely on me. Who told you to like rubbing against me."

"Shut up!"

Song Yao glared fiercely at Xu Qingzhou.

Seeing the girl was a bit flustered, Xu Qingzhou sighed, sensibly stopped talking, adjusted his sitting posture, and read his paper to divert his attention.

Song Yao's expression was cold as she took her review materials out of her school bag, her heart still racing.

As for birthdays, he really hadn't had much sense of ritual before, especially after starting work. Experiments were busy, and sometimes he wouldn't even buy a cake, just go out to eat a bowl of noodles, at most adding two eggs.

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"How could it be broken if you just bought it?"

Next, it seems there must be a periodic group structure to explain the high-dimensional structural symmetry behind this randomness of prime numbers.

"Slap~"

Xu Qingzhou closed his eyes and heard School Beauty Song, who had been standing by the bed for over ten seconds, walk away with a stomp-stomp-stomp.

Xu Qingzhou was agile; he circled around Song Yao and slipped into the room.

"Hit me, I won't get up even if you beat me to death." Xu Qingzhou steeled his heart. Having reached this point, only a fool would admit defeat. Tonight, he was going to turn up the intensity for School Beauty Song! "."

Subsequently, Wang Nushi made a video call. Seeing the two young people celebrating the birthday in a proper way, the smile on her face never stopped. She told them to take care of themselves and then hung up.

"?" Song Yao looked up, her expression a bit blank. This guy has such good self-control?

Teng Xiaojuan leaned over and looked at the phone with Zhang Qiong.

Xu Qingzhou nodded: "I've thought about it seriously for a long time, the best way is to move into your room."

Xu Qingzhou was speechless. He hadn't even entered the room yet, and she was already acting like a wife. He paused and made a suicidal suggestion: "If you really want a wifely atmosphere, we can..."

"Sigh~ Polignac's conjecture is at a critical stage, but the weather is too hot, I can't sleep at night, I have no energy during the day, I can't concentrate, I have no clue at all."

After Song Yao fiercely pinched the claw Xu Qingzhou reached out, the depression in her heart finally subsided by more than half, and she closed her eyes happily.

"I want to say, we can prepare to stir-fry."

Song Yao: "Hmm, it's okay."

Handing in the paper in 35 minutes, just to go back and accompany her boyfriend for his birthday? Looking at this message, Zhang Qiong and Teng Xiaojuan both felt complicated.

Song Yao's lips moved twice. Looking at him, she took a deep breath, seemingly having made some kind of decision. With a flushed face, she stammered: "If you want, I... I can use my feet..."

At 11 PM, Song Yao had just finished washing up when she saw the guy who had just said he would find a way holding a cool quilt and a pillow.

Teng Xiaojuan was still sighing: "Xiao Yao handed in her paper in just 35 minutes."

Xu Qingzhou shoveled a mouthful of rice: "The fan is broken."

"If you reach out again, I'll kick you down."

Song Yao pursed her lips, looking at this guy who even used a bitter-meat trick, and said in a muffled voice: "I'll call Auntie Jia tomorrow and talk about the air conditioner."

"I want to go to your room to stay."

After being melancholy, she thought of another more important thing: Xiao Yao left in such a hurry just now, could it be something big? Holding their school bags, everyone walked out of the classroom, the three girls walking together.

Xu Qingzhou peeled garlic and said with emotion: "I just feel you have changed a lot."

Song Yao lowered her head to eat and didn't pick up the topic.

In the living room, Er Miao leaped from the sofa and landed flexibly on the dining table, patrolling its territory. Hearing the miserable scream from the master bedroom, it let out a "meow."

"Oh, okay."

Zhang Qiong said: "I'm asking too."

Laying down for over ten minutes, still couldn't sleep.

The bedroom was very quiet, with only the low hum of the air conditioner compressor and the slight breathing of the two people.

Song Yao was so angry her teeth ached. She wanted to suppress Xu Qingzhou with her eyes, but this guy was already familiar with her three-trick routine. After asking a question that could piss someone off, he closed his eyes again.

"Jiahui said it."

The door and the lights were also turned off by Song Yao.

Bedroom.

Talking about giving the good room to the girlfriend. Hehe, it's all a routine.

"No."

"From the time we rented the house and chose the room, you didn't have good intentions. You wove a big net, waiting for me to drill into it."

At the same time, in the Liberal Arts Building, the bell for the end of the exam rang.

Song Yao's knife paused, she turned her head and asked: "Wifely atmosphere?"

"Nonsense, I am a gentleman, how could I have so many bad intentions? It's just that I didn't expect the temperature in Kyoto to be so high in summer. Besides, we are boyfriend and girlfriend, sleeping together is only natural."

Song Yao started chopping again.

Song Yao curled her lips: "Tonight, you endure it yourself."

"Don't look at me, I don't know anything." Xu Qingzhou looked innocent. It was just a matter of unplugging a connector; it couldn't be simpler.

Xu Qingzhou was still unwilling to give up, selling his misery: "It's midsummer now, the outdoor temperature can reach 39°C. Do you know how I've been living lately?"

Xu Qingzhou didn't finish his words because Song Yao was holding a knife, looking at him with faint eyes: "Can what?"

Song Yao's fist was clenched tight.

"Xu Qingzhou, didn't you say you would find a way?!"

Teng Xiaojuan smiled and comforted: "I'm only good at math; all other subjects are my weaknesses."

Really want to punch him!

After eating, what surprised Song Yao was that this guy hadn't mentioned staying over again.

The bedroom was quiet for over ten seconds.

Xu Qingzhou shrugged and said: "It was already broken when I wanted to use it at noon. Besides, in the middle of summer, the fan is useless; it only blows hot air."

Or find a few friends to drink at home, and the birthday would pass.

Xu Qingzhou became more awake the more he lay there, tentatively speaking: "Are you asleep?"

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"Don't want to."

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Zhang Qiong: "That's good, I saw you left in a hurry and was worried about you."

"If you don't get up, I'll hit you." Song Yao threatened.

Then, Xu Qingzhou felt the bed shake. The girl lay down beside him, and a more obvious, familiar fragrance entered his nose.

Xu Qingzhou answered decisively. School Beauty Song offering to help him voluntarily—just thinking about it was exciting, but unfortunately... he had big plans tonight.

Xu Qingzhou scraped the last bit of cream into his mouth, looked at the girl opposite, and said: "Aren't you curious about my birthday wish?"

After a while, Xu Qingzhou found School Beauty Song didn't move. He opened his eyes and saw her still standing by the bed, "It's 11:30, aren't you going to sleep yet?"

The living room lights were turned off.

"Shut up, sleep!"

"I don't know how to fix the fan."

Xu Qingzhou was stunned by these four words from Song Yao. It took him a long time to recover, his tone complex: "I really want to know, what do you usually read?"

Lighting a candle on the cake, taking a few photos with Song Yao, and blowing it out as a formality, Xu Qingzhou picked up the plastic knife and started cutting the cake.

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Refreshing! His movements were swift. He "plumped" onto the bed, covered himself with the quilt, and closed his eyes—all in one go.

It seems School Beauty Song finally surrendered. Xu Qingzhou finished the fish and leaned against the door frame watching Song Yao operate.

Wang Nushi and the others called, and he just said he went out for a big meal with friends.

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If implemented in code... Xu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes and began to type on the computer.

After finishing, she asked Zhang Qiong, who was looking at her phone: "Did something happen to Xiao Yao?"

"Yeah, basically finished it all." Teng Xiaojuan nodded.

Night fell, and the fragrant meal was served on the dining table.

Sure enough, it was all pent up.

Song Yao turned her head and saw Xu Qingzhou staring at her foolishly, and said angrily: "What are you looking at me for? Over there, peel the garlic."

Zhang Qiong had just handed in her test paper and let out a slow breath. Failing wasn't an issue, but she didn't know if she could keep her current ranking.

"Yeah, she is really amazing, unlike me, I don't know how to do several problems."

Looking at the girl skillfully cutting things, he suddenly felt a trace of trance—the kind where someone who clearly didn't eat the food of mortals now had to worry about the messy things like firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea.

Song Yao didn't answer him in a muffled voice. Do nothing? The ghost would believe him.

Calm, calm, today is his birthday.

In the kitchen, Xu Qingzhou was processing the fish, preparing to braise it in brown sauce. Next door, Song Yao had her hair coiled up, chopping shredded potatoes with a thud-thud-thud. Her knife skills were first-class, much better than his.

Xu Qingzhou suppressed his gun and completely sank into the calculation of Polignac's conjecture. Following his previous idea, he started from the direction of the harmonic series, first using a simple code to verify parity symmetry.

Zhong Ruotong looked bitter, finished speaking, and turned to ask Teng Xiaojuan beside her: "Xiaojuan, did you finish?"

She lowered her head, her face burning hot.

However, the 4-dimensional composite Dirichlet character, in the spacing distribution of the 2-prime factor composite numbers of the harmonic series, and the high-dimensional symmetry where the periodic orbit number is 15 corresponds to a spacing of 0-30-60-90.

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Xu Qingzhou turned over and looked at her sideways, "Look, am I not very honest, I didn't do anything. So, you have to trust your boyfriend."

Time passed slowly until 4 PM, when Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao finished their things and went to the vegetable market to buy groceries.

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Song Yao said dully. When she learned that Xu Qingzhou rejected Auntie Jia's suggestion to install an air conditioner, she roughly knew what this guy was planning.

Xu Qingzhou's gaze looked toward Song Yao's room, the meaning self-evident.

"Move to your room." Xu Qingzhou headed toward Song Yao's room.

Song Yao blinked, didn't move, stunned by Xu Qingzhou's dog-guts today.

Heh, the humble two-legged beasts are fighting again.

But his bedroom curtains weren't drawn, and it had been baked by the sun all day, so the temperature now wasn't low, and it was very stuffy.

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Xu Qingzhou was a bit anxious, thinking to himself that he really had to strike first. Planning in his heart, this guy's expression was very serious: "Hmm, that's fine too. However, tonight..."

Song Yao clearly didn't believe it, staring at him.

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Song Yao didn't believe in evil, reached out and pressed the fan button, but the fan blades didn't move. She immediately turned her head and glared at Xu Qingzhou, feeling this person was the culprit.

Song Yao rolled her tongue, the cream at the corner of her mouth was gone, and then she sat up straight so that Xu Qingzhou would have some sense of ritual when he was rejected: "I'm curious, tell me."

As he spoke, this guy's dog claws slowly reached out: "Where are your hands, let's hold them, I can't sleep."

In the darkness, School Beauty Song's eyes were crystalline. Standing in front of the door like this, looking at the person lying on the bed, she regretted letting him in a little.

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Immediately, a cool fragrance rushed toward his face.

"Ah~"

Xu Qingzhou muttered.

The fan was still "broken."

"You have to be considerate of your boyfriend. You can't sleep in this weather. What if I get heatstroke?"

Song Yao didn't know how to deal with this boyfriend. She could see that this guy intended to be a rascal and not leave.

"I'm just here to cool off temporarily." Xu Qingzhou continued to speak.

Xu Qingzhou let out a breath in secret, lying honestly, thinking to himself that since he had moved in, this blow was worth it. Although he didn't do anything, sleeping on the same bed already felt very beautiful.

Quietly glancing at the boy opposite, she took a secret deep breath and opened her Intermediate Microeconomics book.

Song Yao said seriously: "I'm not afraid of the heat, you fix the fan, and I'll swap rooms with you to sleep."

"Xu Qingzhou, get out!"

Xu Qingzhou's heart was in his throat, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he heard School Beauty Song walk in wearing slippers.

Eating sweets can make people feel happy, especially when two people who like each other are together.

He was thinking about the next possibilities.

Song Yao opened her eyes in the pitch black, her heart pounding. Without knowing it, the two of them were sleeping together.

Or sleep on the sofa?

"You can take the fan in." Song Yao pointed to the fan in the corner. Since using the air conditioner in her room, this fan had been idle.

Pfft~ No wonder his self-control is so good, it turns out he was waiting for this! "Don't want to." Xu Qingzhou closed his eyes and spat out two words that made Song Yao's teeth itch.

Zhong Ruotong was even more worried, "You are all amazing."

But it's different now. For two people, the necessary sense of ritual must be there.

Zhang Qiong also took her phone out of her school bag, turned it on, and prepared to ask Song Yao about the situation.

"Song Yao, today is my birthday."

Song Yao: "Xu Qingzhou's birthday is today, I want to accompany him more."

Main theme: I can't see it.

School Beauty Song going to sleep in his bedroom?

So... tonight?

"Song Yao?"

The short conversation ended, and the room fell into silence again.

Who would have thought that the dignified Iceberg Goddess was a love-brain! At 5 PM, Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao returned carrying a pile of things—fish, shrimp, quite sumptuous. Of course, there was also a four-inch cake.

"Not curious." Song Yao narrowed her eyes to enjoy the dessert. As soon as this guy opened his mouth, she guessed what he wanted to say. Wasn't it just about cooling off or something?

Xu Qingzhou seemed to give up, sighing: "Fine, I'll find a way myself. Come, taste the braised fish your boyfriend made."

"I won't do anything, I just want to go to your room to avoid the heat very purely." Xu Qingzhou promised.

Anyway, she wasn't ready yet.

She was typing in the WeChat group: "Xiao Yao, are you okay?"

It's okay, wherever School Beauty Song goes, he follows. Anyway, he's just going to pester her.

Song Yao was stunned, "What are you doing?"

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Song Yao seemed to be really asleep.

"Good night." Xu Qingzhou said in a low voice, then slowly closed his eyes.

Night fell, and sleepiness struck. Just as Xu Qingzhou's consciousness was gradually dispersing, a soft little hand quietly groped over and landed in the palm of Xu Qingzhou's hand.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 260 =====