[{"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-30":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},2333166,4563,"Chapter 30: My Own Cabbage Got Picked by a Pig","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-30",30,"\u003Cp>“What’s going on?” If it weren’t for Old Xu, Wang Xiaping would have suspected she’d walked into the wrong house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Xu gestured toward the kitchen with his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xiaping looked over in confusion and saw Xu Qingzhou wearing an apron: “Mom, sit down for a bit, dinner’s almost ready.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At six o’clock, the Xu family of three was already seated at the dining table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xiaping stared at the full table of dishes, deeply moved, and patted Xu Qingzhou on the shoulder: “Son, this is the first time I’ve felt you’re actually acting like a decent human being.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou was speechless, mentally muttering: You’re really my biological mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where did you learn this?” Wang Xiaping found it strange—this kid had never lifted a spoon in the kitchen before, yet suddenly he could cook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Online, there are tons of cooking videos now.” Xu Qingzhou gave a casual excuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t help but reevaluate the situation between her daughter and this boy—last time she’d only suspected, but now it seemed her own cabbage had been dug up by a pig.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read! {\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I got one multiple-choice math question wrong and two in the comprehensive science section—I estimate I scored around 600.” Guo Zi sighed, disappointed but not regretful—he usually scored about this much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At seven p.m., everyone gathered at the hotpot restaurant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re born on July 5th, I’m born on August 3rd—I’m only a month younger than you, okay?” Song Yao protested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right, the holiday’s too long, better find something to do.” Xu Qingzhou replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About ten minutes later, the two girls arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as they met, Guo Zi Yang eagerly asked: “Zhouzi, have you checked your Gaokao answers yet? The official ones are out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two boys had already ordered a few dishes; when Song Yao and the others sat down, they handed them the menu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You have to be eighteen to get a driver’s license,” Xu Qingzhou reminded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You little brat, you’re asking for a beating!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding silence fell instantly; seeing everyone staring at her, Song Yao paused, then muttered: “His QQ space has his birth date.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou said: “We can get our licenses during the holiday—you can’t. Are you planning to drive back to Rongcheng every week just to take driving lessons in college?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tuition + exam fees + retake insurance: 4,200 yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I held back on the long-answer questions—my final score might be even higher when it’s released.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tastes good, but it’s a bit too mild on the spice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Driver’s license? So soon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Driving schools these days are cutthroat—they advertise two-person small classes, but the actual time you get to touch the wheel is barely different from four-person classes, since small classes only last under two hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m busy tomorrow—I’m going to practice driving.” Xu Qingzhou’s desire for games wasn’t high anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou gladly agreed; eating hotpot with just two people was too lonely, so he invited Song Yao and Ding Jiahui too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They chatted casually, sharing gossip, talking about high school teachers and classmates, imagining their futures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao looked at Xu Qingzhou seriously: “Xu Qingzhou, give me your driving instructor’s contact—I want to sign up too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, then go for mild spice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao wore a white T-shirt with a neat, simple ponytail, paired with high-waisted jeans—elegantly dressed, radiating the aura of a soon-to-be college student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing that getting a driver’s license could earn academic credits, Wang Xiaping became even more eager than Xu Qingzhou and ordered: “Old Xu, take our son tomorrow to check out a reliable driving school.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding Jiahui wore a gray short-sleeve top with a gray short skirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the next morning, Xu Shouyun took Xu Qingzhou to enroll at a nearby driving school. After dinner, the family sat on the sofa watching TV, and Xu Qingzhou brought up the real topic: “Mom and Dad, I want to get my driver’s license.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I ran into your dad on the road a few days ago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Shisong looked at Xu Qingzhou, his expression momentarily complex. He wondered if he should find a chance to strengthen ties with the Xu family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside the instructor stood a boy, young, looking like a recent high school graduate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Shisong had a decent impression of Xu Qingzhou and smiled at the instructor: “Instructor Zhang, put these two together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, Song Yao stood under the shade of a tree, wearing a short-sleeve top and jeans, poised and graceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry, I didn’t notice just now,” Ding Jiahui thought, imagining Guo Zi Yang wouldn’t be allowed at the table when these two got married.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next afternoon at two p.m., Xu Qingzhou arrived punctually at the driving school—right at the gate, he spotted the all-powerful Song Yao’s father, with the instructor smiling reassuringly: “Don’t worry, it’s all taken care of.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They ordered a split pot. Guo Zi Yang wanted medium spice, but Ding Jiahui had eaten here before: “Their broth base is extremely spicy—we’ll just go with mild.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou shrugged: “Yeah, you have to take this in college anyway—might as well do it now while I’m free.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’ll sign up too~” Guo Zi Yang was tempted, but before he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain on his foot—he turned to Ding Jiahui: “Why’d you step on me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Zi Yang thought about it—yeah, that made sense—and dropped the idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou had spent years in the capital, and his cooking habits had changed quite a bit over time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, just these two.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Qingzhou, you’re getting your license too?” Song Shisong raised an eyebrow, surprised—then suddenly realized he’d been tricked by his daughter. No wonder she insisted on coming at two p.m. to enroll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since the Gaokao, I’ve been dazed these past few days—can’t muster any energy for anything.” After ordering, Ding Jiahui sighed listlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the afternoon, Guo Zi Yang called to ask if they were meeting for hotpot tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Zi Yang and Xu Qingzhou arrived first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Actually, you can get credits for a driver’s license,” Xu Shouyun said wisely with a smile: “Then I won’t have to drive alone when we go back to our hometown.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good afternoon, Uncle Song,” Xu Qingzhou waved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“School starts in September.” Guo Zi Yang was also eagerly anticipating college life: “Zhouzi, Century Internet Café is running a promotion tomorrow—three yuan per hour for a private room during the day—we should get there early.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gaokao results come out on June 24th—by then the bonus money should be substantial; we can delay buying a computer, and this time is perfect to get the license.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll turn eighteen next month.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Xu Qingzhou shook his head—the math and comprehensive science answers were definitive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Actually, not just the driver’s license gives credits—the marriage certificate does too. Maybe I’ll get one of those later,” Xu Qingzhou explained to Wang Xiaping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How old are you to be getting a driver’s license?” Wang Xiaping didn’t understand—she’d never even touched a steering wheel in her life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instructor Zhang nodded in agreement; behind him, the boy looked like he’d swallowed a fly—he’d thought he’d get to learn with a pretty girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou thought the boy was overthinking it—they were supposed to be in the same class tomorrow anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Xu Qingzhou around, Song Shisong felt more at ease and decided not to stay long: “Xiao Yao, study hard—I’ve got other things to do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao nodded with a smile and said goodbye to her father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1242,"2026-06-20T21:06:39.533Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3c280cdcf2d0e880070d3d8f1892f0a35ac4903d3567113a422a412eeb9ae3c4","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-31","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-29",790,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--cover.jpg"]