[{"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-31":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},2333167,4563,"Chapter 31: Admissions Rush","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-31",31,"\u003Cp>The coach handed the boys over to his colleague and came to teach Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first lesson was about starting the car, getting familiar with the gears, and practicing basic forward, reverse, and turning maneuvers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two lessons per week.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the second lesson, Zhang Qi realized Xu Qingzhou wasn’t a beginner at all—he was clearly an experienced driver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou said his parents had trained him at home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So in the third lesson, after explaining the techniques, he simply handed the car over to Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao and went off with the other students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The summer heat was intense; the instructor’s car had just finished parallel parking and was now slowly cruising down a straight road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao was driving up front, while Xu Qingzhou dozed in the back seat; at this hour, the sunlight was blinding, and the coolest spot might just be this instructor’s car, which had driven countless kilometers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curious neighbor willingly came over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read! {\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou glanced at the white line about to be crossed, shook his head, and said lazily, “No, the line’s drawn crooked.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two men behind Sun Zhaofu were familiar to him—he was now the high school principal, Gao Shan, and his homeroom teacher, Liu Ying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The college entrance exam results would be released at six p.m.; Xu Shouyun and Wang Xiaping had been restless since morning, too excited to even nap at noon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao’s face fell, slightly angry, feeling Xu Qingzhou had no patience for her at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing that familiar voice, the middle-aged man’s expression changed; he silently cursed—these guys had arrived too fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou sneered inwardly, acting as if it were genuine—if he followed them to the teahouse, he’d never get away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family simply sat down to watch TV.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses smiled patiently and said, “This year, Tsinghua University’s new admission policy allows students ranked in the top 50 in the province to be admitted early. The details are complicated—let’s go first. We’ve reserved a table at the teahouse to discuss it properly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, yes, Tsinghua’s admissions officer,” Wang Xiaping replied with proper restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just heard someone say he’s Tsinghua’s vice president!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes~” Wang Xiaping didn’t know how to respond, so she just smiled and let the question pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The results don’t come out until six p.m.—how come you’re here…?” Xu Lao felt something was odd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xu Lao, you’ve got guests? What a lively scene.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After complimenting them, the man got straight to the point:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faint murmurs from neighbors drifted through the hallway. On the evening of June 23, 2014, for the 570,000 candidates and their families in Sichuan Province, this night was destined to be sleepless—years of anticipation would finally be fulfilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven or eight people burst in at once, cramming the once-spacious living room; Wang Xiaping cheerfully opened the door, saying she was worried the house felt stuffy and needed some air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peking University admissions officers? Xu Lao and his wife were stunned, but the hallway was too crowded; they warmly invited both groups inside and told Xu Qingzhou to brew tea quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The neighbor exclaimed, “Admissions? The results aren’t out until six p.m.!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou followed the voice and saw a middle-aged man with streaks of gray at his temples—he recognized him instantly: Sun Zhaofu, vice president of Peking University. This president was someone Xu Qingzhou knew: straightforward, no empty formalities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou remained calm—he’d already known his score at noon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reversing into the garage, Song Yao fumbled through the maneuvers uncertainly and asked, “Xu Qingzhou, did I steer too far?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, Xu Shouyun and Wang Xiaping never made it to work—they were blocked right at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both groups stood at the hallway entrance; since Peking University had arrived, whether to go to the teahouse no longer mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re Tsinghua University’s admissions officers, Mr. Xu. We’ve already contacted your workplaces and arranged leave for you both. We’ve reserved a table at the teahouse—let’s discuss Xu Qingzhou’s major selection.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Xu Qingzhou sighed helplessly, got out of the car, and became Song Yao’s instructor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first to appear was a thin middle-aged man, followed by two others; he asked if this was Xu Qingzhou’s home. When he learned the two were Xu Qingzhou’s parents, he eagerly shook their hands, saying how they’d raised an outstanding child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My goodness, Tsinghua University!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This year’s Peking University admissions team is doing poorly—they haven’t even shown up yet. Every year at this time, Tsinghua and Peking compete fiercely, first by leveraging connections to get the top 50 list, then by battling over recruits—it’s a spectacle: some literally drag students away in cars, others get the boy next door to convince his girlfriend to abandon Peking, even sending undercover agents who pretend to apply to School A but end up enrolling in School B.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How many points did Xu Lao’s son score for admissions officers to come all the way here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xu Lao, you’re moving too fast,” came a clear voice from outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xu Qingzhou, Xu Qingzhou’s parents, hello. We’re from Peking University’s admissions team—we’re here to invite Xu Qingzhou to study at Peking University.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At 1:40 p.m., they pretended to be heading to work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two weeks passed; Song Yao had firmly earned Xu Qingzhou’s label as a dummy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glasses-wearing middle-aged man, Wang Qingyuan, vice president of Tsinghua University, spoke first: “Xu Qingzhou, on behalf of Tsinghua University, I sincerely invite you to join us. You may choose any major—tuition and fees are fully waived, you’ll receive a 100,000-yuan annual scholarship, and we’ve already arranged a direct Ph.D. track for you, along with exchange opportunities at the world’s top ten universities.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhaofu also spoke: “Xu Qingzhou, our benefits match Tsinghua’s exactly. But when choosing a major, you must be careful. Peking University offers the best mathematical environment and atmosphere—I’m certain you won’t be disappointed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Sun, I disagree. Is Tsinghua’s atmosphere really inferior? Xu Qingzhou, I guarantee you—when it comes to science and engineering, Tsinghua is the perfect fit for you,” Wang Qingyuan snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two vice presidents were clearly at odds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1024,"2026-06-20T21:06:39.533Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f7a2e4f4df749669c1ed7e9dab86b8d51a789c18d334c7d1f68454a7838a99a4","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-32","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-30",790,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--cover.jpg"]