Chapter 389

In mid-May, the breath of summer was already very strong. On campus, besides the nice natural scenery, there were many beautiful figures. If it were before, Xu Qingzhou might have paid a little attention.

Now...

He didn't dare to look, and there was no need to.

After all, the most beautiful scenery was right before his eyes.

Song Yao was wearing a floral white dress today, revealing her exquisite, petite collarbones. The dress also had a cinched waist design, immediately revealing her tall figure. Coupled with a high ponytail, she was full of the aura of a university student.

Xu Qingzhou adjusted his sitting posture, leaned back in his chair, and narrowed his eyes, looking at the outstanding girl opposite him.

Ever since Song Yao started working on projects with Li Daiyue, the two rarely came to the library together.

This outfit reminded Xu Qingzhou of the scene where they met in the library during their senior year of high school.

At that time...

She was still a cold goddess, that aura of "no strangers allowed"... tsk tsk, who would have thought that the two of them would become "bed partners."

Xu Qingzhou sighed, his gaze falling back onto the computer screen, which was a lecture video of a white-haired old man.

The Riemann Hypothesis was one of the current research hotspots, with various types of papers emerging one after another, and blunders claiming to have proven the Riemann Hypothesis were also common.

The one he was watching now was a proof video by a mathematician regarding the Riemann Hypothesis.

British mathematician Michael Atiyah.

Sir Atiyah, an 87-year-old gentleman.

Winner of the Fields Medal and the Abel Prize.

This old gentleman mainly engaged in the field of algebraic geometry in his early years, later shifting to gauge field theory, focusing on the mathematical properties of instantons and magnetic monopoles.

Sir Atiyah introduced a new function—the Todd function—in his proof and claimed to have solved the Riemann Hypothesis over the complex field using this method.

But unfortunately, Xu Qingzhou shook his head after finishing it.

This old gentleman used the fine-structure constant from quantum physics in his paper.

Such interdisciplinary attempts were not rare in the mathematical community, but they usually required rigorous mathematical derivation and logical proof to support them. However, he adopted a relatively vague and general way to expound his ideas.

Atiyah claimed there was some connection between the Todd function and the fine-structure constant but didn't provide specific mathematical derivation or proof.

Because of Sir Atiyah's age and his own honors, the journal's review editors didn't include this paper, so it wasn't published. Xu Qingzhou found the video of the proof lecture online.

Xu Qingzhou raised his hand and closed the video window. Integrating physics content was one approach, but now it seemed there were no mathematical tools that could completely solve the Riemann Hypothesis.

Someone online asked: If the Riemann Hypothesis is solved, can one be admitted to Jingda or Shuimu?

Answer: The heads of the mathematics departments at Jingda and Shuimu wouldn't even be enough to kneel in the first three rows.

Xu Qingzhou smiled, cast aside these miscellaneous thoughts, and shifted his gaze to School Beauty Song. It was still more refreshing to look at his own girlfriend.

Song Yao looked up, glared at Xu Qingzhou, and then lowered her head to flip through the materials on the General Principles of Civil Law. She was already used to her boyfriend's gaze; perhaps being liked by someone she liked was itself something worth being happy about.

After she finished checking the materials and drinking water, she noticed there was no water in her cup, so she pushed the cup in front of Xu Qingzhou. "Go get water."

This guy just stared at her; he was too idle.

"Got it." Xu Qingzhou accepted it gladly, carrying the cup, and went to get water with a grin.

Watching his boyfriend's back, Song Yao shook her head. This guy even said she had an idol's baggage, when it was clearly he himself who had a problem.

If those people who worshipped him knew this guy was actually a pervert...

Song Yao rested her chin on her hand.

The title of her law graduation thesis was: Determination of the Subject of Company Liquidation Obligors—Based on the Legal Conflict and Judicial Application of the "General Principles of Civil Law" and the "Company Law."

The "General Principles of Civil Law" and the "Company Law" conflicted regarding the provisions on company liquidation obligors, analyzing the issue of how to apply them.

There were arguments based on the principle that special law takes precedence over general law, advocating for the application of the "Company Law," and also arguments based on the principle that new law takes precedence over old law, applying the provisions of Article 70, Paragraph 2 of the "General Principles of Civil Law."

The difficulty wasn't high; it could be expanded around the subject of company liquidation obligors, just clarifying the legal conflict and legal application between the two.

Currently, two-thirds had already been finished.

Just waiting for the defense in June, and then... she would have to go abroad to study, a year earlier than she had imagined in high school.

Song Yao's gaze looked at Xu Qingzhou, who was coming back with the cup. She felt very warm inside; fortunately, there was this person accompanying her.

Someone handed the water over: "Dummy water, drink more, negative times negative equals positive."

Damn it, the previous emotion was gone. She wanted to give this guy a punch.

Saturday, busy with things at home in the morning. After lunch, the two went out to find Guo Ziyang and the others.

Going out to play, Song Yao didn't want to use an umbrella, so she simply wore a black hat, her black, soft, long hair draped over her shoulders, wearing a sun-protective jacket, paired with high-waisted jeans.

A cool, cold goddess.

"Not bad, right?" Song Yao spun around in front of Xu Qingzhou.

Xu Qingzhou looked her up and down and nodded: "Hmm, when you aren't talking, you're indeed good..."

Song Yao's eyes darkened. She walked over, her fair arms hooked around Xu Qingzhou's neck, her eyes glistening. "Teacher Xu~ if you want a reward, I can give it to you directly..."

Her tone was gentle, but the threat was doubled.

"Hiss~ I was wrong, I was wrong."

Downstairs, Song Yao pulled Xu Qingzhou to take a photo and sent it to the group. On the subway, she put the hat on Xu Qingzhou's head.

2:00 PM, the two arrived at the University of International Business and Economics.

Ding Jiahui was still her usual carefree self, giving Song Yao a big hug. After not seeing each other for a few months, Guo Ziyang looked even more steady.

The four people walked around the school once, then hailed a taxi to the nearest shopping mall, incidentally solving dinner in the mall.

Ahead, the girls were holding hands looking at clothes, while Xu Qingzhou and Guo Ziyang followed behind.

"Finish the project this semester, go out for an internship next semester... earn money first, and if there's a chance in the future, maybe I can start a small company and buy a house in Kyoto with Jiahui."

Guo Ziyang talked about his plans for the future.

Xu Qingzhou listened quietly. Guo Ziyang's career trajectory didn't seem to have changed much; after graduation, he would work in a big company for two years, go out on his own, and finally have a small company with dozens of people.

The difference was that now there was Ding Jiahui.

"Pretty good."

Xu Qingzhou said, paused, and then asked with a smile: "Haven't you and Ding Jiahui argued in these few months?"

The passion on Guo Ziyang's face instantly dissipated. He hesitated, secretly glanced in Ding Jiahui's direction, and lowered his volume: "Saying too much is all tears... I found that after getting along for a long time, Jiahui has become different."

"Tell me about it."

Xu Qingzhou discovered the taste of gossip again.

"It's just... a bit violent."

Guo Ziyang sighed, his face bitter: "Occasionally we bicker, or I make some small mistakes, and she comes over directly with clenched fists... she wasn't like this before."

Xu Qingzhou: "You often get beaten up?"

"Hmm."

Xu Qingzhou was thoughtful and also a bit guilty, feeling that it was his own School Beauty Song who had taught Ding Jiahui bad habits.

Seeing Guo Ziyang's face full of worry, he couldn't help but ask: "So you've had a change of heart?"

"No such thing!"

Guo Ziyang retorted, paused, and instead started giggling: "This might be Jiahui's real side. Sometimes I feel she's even cuter like this..."

"." Xu Qingzhou fell silent, suddenly having a feeling of looking in a mirror.

Seeing Xu Qingzhou not speaking, Guo Ziyang scratched his head: "Am I a bit cheap like this?"

Xu Qingzhou inexplicably felt he had been scolded and could only say: "It's human nature."

"Are you like this too?"

Guo Ziyang was surprised.

"How is that possible!" Xu Qingzhou immediately refuted, also secretly glancing in Song Yao's direction. Seeing the two girls were choosing clothes, he puffed out his chest: "She has never lost her temper with me."

That's right, she didn't lose her temper; she just used her hands.

Xu Qingzhou silently added.

Guo Ziyang sighed regretfully: "You can't experience that kind of contrasting happiness." Song Yao was cold and aloof; one look and you knew she liked to reason. Unlike Jiahui, who was full of vitality.

These two were quite a good match.

Guo Ziyang thought in his heart. Xu Qingzhou, this guy, was as steady as an old dog, just right for School Beauty Song's cold personality.

He narrowed his eyes, his thoughts turning back. He vaguely remembered that this guy seemed to have suddenly risen during the second semester of senior year of high school. In the first and second years, both of them still belonged to the people who would rush to the internet cafe immediately after weekend tutoring.

The two boys behind were talking, and the two girls shopping in front were also whispering.

"When you go abroad to study, no one will accompany me shopping anymore," Ding Jiahui said miserably.

"You can find Guo Ziyang."

"Him?" Ding Jiahui glanced in Guo Ziyang's direction and said unhappily: "This guy usually has a lot of strength playing basketball, but he's sickly whenever we go shopping."

"However, after listening to what you said last time, I think it makes a lot of sense. When couples have conflicts, they still need to solve them quickly; they can't let them pile up. Sometimes using hands is really much better than sulking by yourself."

Ding Jiahui shared her experience with Song Yao.

"However, Yaoyao, am I too violent like this?"

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"It's okay, I guess."

Rongcheng, reservoir.

Three middle-aged men sat comfortably. The sunshade, stools, and boxes—the equipment was better than a few months ago.

After Song Shisong caught fish several times, he was full of confidence and started upgrading his equipment.

Xu Shouyun originally only had a sun hat, but seeing Song Shisong get his equipment together, he simply upgraded his equipment as well.

The fat middle-aged man saw it and felt it was indeed comfortable, so he simply went to get a set.

Once this equipment was taken out, in the eyes of others, two words would definitely appear: Master.

Under the sunshade, the fat middle-aged man lay comfortably, patted his belly, and looked at the two fishing buddies beside him: "Those two kids of yours have been dating for several years, right?"

"Almost 3 years, right?" Xu Shouyun asked Song Shisong uncertainly. In his view, these two had been together since university. After all, what kind of normal friends would hang out together every day?

Song Shisong thought for a moment, nodded, and said: "It's almost 3 years."

Song Shisong also counted from the graduation of senior year of high school. In senior year, he felt that his daughter's gaze at old Xu's son wasn't right.

"When are they getting engaged?" the fat middle-aged man asked with a smile. As far as he knew, these two young people were already living together.

"No rush, they are still young."

Xu Shouyun and Song Shisong looked at each other and said with a chuckle.

They had thought about things like engagement before, but soon denied it. Young people had their own rhythm; let them decide for themselves.

The fat middle-aged man nodded and sighed, thinking to himself, no rush, wait until they have a "life problem" and see if you guys are in a rush.

However, he was still very envious.

If his son had such a partner, even if they really had a "life problem," he would be happy.

Impossible, impossible. This little rabbit, a 29-year-old, about to hit thirty, still holding a broken phone all day, laughing like a fool for no reason.

Calm and peaceful, no waves on the water.

Suddenly, the fishing rod in front of Song Shisong moved.

"It's here, it's here!"

The three old men were energized.

Song Shisong also hurriedly stood up, grabbed the rod, and started exerting force.

"Pull, pull."

Xu Shouyun held the landing net, and the fat middle-aged man held the hook remover, ready for battle.

"Something's not right."

"No movement?"

Song Shisong was the first to discover the problem. The rod was very light; it seemed... completely without any trace of fish struggling?

Until there was a lump of dark green plant on the hook.

The wind blew, appearing a bit noisy.

"Cough~ water grass." Song Shisong coughed dryly.

"Probably soon." Xu Shouyun put down the landing net. As an "Air Force" big shot, the most important thing was to have patience.

The fat middle-aged man sat down again, touched his beer belly, and said: "Yesterday afternoon, I saw two young people catch a 10-jin silver carp here."

"This fishing spot is good... old Zhang, you guys at the Power Supply Bureau are still idle... yesterday was Friday, right."

"Hehe~ nothing to do staying in the office."

A joy for nothing, the three lay down on their chairs again, followed by another boring wait.

4:00 PM.

Xu Shouyun looked at the two small fish the size of two fingers in the bucket and sighed, looking at Song Shisong on the side: "Old Song, the stall where I often go to sell fish, the price is quite cheap..."

"We have to buy one to take back."

Song Shisong sighed helplessly. His wife at home just sent a message; even the seasonings for the fish were bought. Everything was ready, only lacking the fish from his side. Now...

"Let's go together, let's go together. The three of us go together, maybe we can get a discount."

The fat middle-aged man sighed.

Seeing it was getting late, the three didn't struggle, poured all the small fish back into the water, packed up their equipment, and Xu Shouyun incidentally called an acquaintance who sold fish, asking him to save three silver carp.

Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao walked out of the subway entrance at 8:10 PM. The two weren't in a hurry to go home, walking slowly on the street.

The twilight was thick, the streetlights were already on, the branches and leaves on both sides were lush, the breeze was gentle, and the branches shook with a "rustling" sound, quiet and beautiful.

"We're about to leave here." Song Yao looked at the familiar street with some attachment.

"Yeah, without realizing it, we've already lived here for over two years."

Xu Qingzhou also had a trance-like feeling of time flying. Yesterday he just entered Jingda, and suddenly he was about to leave.

"What about the house we live in now?" Song Yao pinched Xu Qingzhou's hand.

Along the way, she had been fiddling with Xu Qingzhou's phone, wanting to know why this guy liked even hands.

His hands were a bit rougher, a circle larger than hers, and it felt very secure when holding them.

Xu Qingzhou pondered for a moment and said: "I'll call and ask tomorrow. If Auntie Jia agrees, we'll continue renting it. We'll have a place to stay when we occasionally return to Kyoto."

Song Yao nodded.

Although it was a rented house, she had bought a lot of things in these two years, and she couldn't bear to throw them all away when going to the United States.

This bit of rent wasn't a problem for the two of them.

Xu Qingzhou had millions in his hands, and she now had over five hundred thousand here.

"If we had just rented a one-bedroom back then..." Xu Qingzhou started fantasizing.

"Then you'd only have the balcony to sleep on."

Song Yao gave a light hum. Just looking at this guy's expression, she knew he must be thinking about something strange.

"Can I still sleep on the balcony?"

Xu Qingzhou looked regretful, feeling he had missed out.

"."

"You can only sleep in the toilet," Song Yao said hatefully.

"The toilet, it seems... that's also okay."

"Pervert."

Xu Qingzhou shrugged, turned his hand to pinch School Beauty Song's hand, and led her across the intersection. He was just talking; back then, even touching a leg would get him beaten... as for sleeping in one room, that only happened in dreams.

(End of chapter)