Chapter 522: Song Yao's Way of Managing Her Husband

In late January, the winter atmosphere was thick. The trees on both sides of the road were left with only branches, and even the banks of the Charles River seemed somewhat desolate.

At Harvard Business School, two girls had just finished lunch and were sitting outside a newly opened coffee shop by the Charles River, drinking coffee.

At noon, the sun began to exert its power, raising the temperature. It would be a bit hot if exposed to it constantly; the most comfortable thing was to hide under a parasol, drink coffee, and feel the breeze blowing slowly at noon.

On both sides of the Charles River, tourists were bustling—walking, exercising, taking photos, family dinners... everything looked just right.

Under the parasol, Kaelier held a tablet, looking at Song Yao's short-selling model.

Song Yao was very leisurely, sipping the coffee in her cup, then opened her phone to check messages. It was a photo sent by Xu Qingzhou, covered by a quilt, revealing only his head.

She replied to the message: "Sleeping too fake."

Xu Qingzhou: "I'll take a photo inside the quilt to prove myself, I have a big treasure."

Song Yao curled the corners of her lips. Did he really think she was still that little white rabbit who would blush at his casual teasing?

"What haven't I seen of yours (Despise. jpg)."

Xu Qingzhou: "."

But after a few seconds, Xu Qingzhou still sent a photo; it was Er Miao sleeping curled up.

Song Yao: "Shut up! Go to sleep quickly!"

"Oh, it's too complicated!"

Kaelier returned the tablet to Song Yao, somewhat amazed: "Is this the terror of a Fields Medal big shot? Just looking at these algorithms and models is incredibly strenuous. I can't even imagine how one person made them."

"He is quite amazing." Song Yao nodded, agreeing with this point.

"I think you could use more affirmative words." Kaelier smiled.

Although she liked making friends with smart people, in front of these two, she sometimes really felt pressure.

Of course, this pressure wasn't about inferiority or anything; that kind of thing couldn't appear on her. More accurately, it was a sense of urgency, a fear that she might be left behind fiercely at any moment.

Song Yao propped her chin, gazing at the winter snow scene by the river to relax from the morning's fatigue. That guy at home had finished a team's worth of mathematical calculations in less than two months. No wonder those companies were willing to pay millions of dollars in salary to invite him over as an engineer.

However, she wasn't letting him work for nothing.

She had already paid him, after all, he was often pulled to sit on her lap as Teacher Song.

Song Yao suddenly thought of the fact that this person had secretly stayed up late last night, smiled helplessly, and muttered in a low voice: "Just a bit worrying."

Actually, she had long discovered Xu Qingzhou was staying up late writing things last night.

Because she was used to arching over there when sleeping—Xu Qingzhou's arms were warm, and every time she went over, he would reach out to hold her.

So it was easy to discover he wasn't there.

But...

The two had been together for four or five years. Based on her understanding of Xu Qingzhou, daring to stay up late like this at the risk of getting beaten, he probably really had some new ideas.

Although she often complained about Xu Qingzhou, she could still understand his hardship.

Especially now that the competitive pressure in superconducting thin films was high, not just MIT, Cambridge, Princeton, and even Harvard had similar projects.

It was truly a case of heroes competing.

Thus, after discovering it this time, she simply turned a blind eye.

Of course, this couldn't let Xu Qingzhou know.

This guy belonged to the type who would dare to tear down the roof if not beaten for three days. Once the control on staying up late was relaxed, he might come to pester her all day, apply to stay up late, or engage in a battle of wits.

"Song's Art of Managing Her Husband," Rule No. 2: Maintain a balance between tension and relaxation; don't let Xu Qingzhou know where her bottom line is.

Kaelier sighed for a while, then suddenly thought of something and asked curiously: "Mrs. Song, your level is already enough to graduate. Have you tried applying for early graduation?"

"My professor back home has already applied to the school, and it has been approved. I'll graduate next year."

What's important in the graduate stage is project experience, SCI, and connections.

Everything she had come into contact with now was world-class big topics, and there was no fault to pick in terms of experience. Besides, regarding the hard SCI requirements, the number of SCIs she had now was more than most doctoral graduates, and most were in the 1st tier.

The domestic system wasn't that flexible; shortening five years to three was already fast enough.

Kaelier leaned back in her chair and clicked her tongue: "Your Xia Nation's system is as strict as ever."

Song Yao was noncommittal. National conditions were different; one could only say each had its pros and cons. At this moment, her phone prompted a detailed message again.

"Let's go, Professor Morton is looking for us."

"Oh, have to get busy again... Wait a moment, I have to finish this last sip of coffee."

January 26th.

Before Xu Qingzhou even entered the office, Carson came up to meet him and asked directly: "Is the equipment and precursor ready?"

"They are all lying inside properly."

Carson pointed toward the laboratory.

Xu Qingzhou entered the room, observed the situation in the laboratory through the glass, and sure enough, saw two newly installed pieces of equipment.

The models were the Riber 32P Molecular Beam Epitaxy and the FEI Helios 600i Focused Ion Beam.

Still a bit old, but usable.

In his past life, he had seen them a few times in the Jingda laboratory during his undergraduate years and had marveled at how advanced they were. He felt happy in his heart; he really was a frog in a well back then...

However, this just went to show that there was a certain gap between the two schools.

Once the two pieces of equipment were squeezed in, the whole laboratory seemed even more cramped, but fortunately, it didn't affect daily movement.

Ma Ersi waved to say hello, "Professor Xu, good afternoon. How many days have you not slept?!"

Xu Qingzhou was sporting two dark circles, hadn't shaved, and his hairstyle was also somewhat messy.

Completely different from the handsome Professor Xu on normal days.

On one side, Sun Simin had a different thought; on the contrary, she felt this look had quite the scholarly temperament.

"Cold school beauty and sloppy scholar..."

This CP-loving girl was slightly excited in her heart, shipping them a little.

Xu Qingzhou touched the stubble on his chin, only then remembering he had been in a rush to leave and forgot to tidy up his image. He said indifferently: "Alright, compared to focusing on my image, experimental matters might be more important. Everyone, let's start the group meeting that has been forgotten."

Carson, Sun Simin, and Ma Ersi sat down at their respective spots.

Xu Qingzhou opened his notebook, sent the organized experimental scheme to everyone's mailbox, and said: "This is the experimental execution scheme for the next 5 days: Topological Superconducting Interface Engineering and YO Nano-doping Synergistic Optimization. Goal: achieve Jc ≥ 2.0×10^6 A/cm² under a 12T magnetic field, grain boundary Jc proportion ≥ 90%, and Jc retention rate after irradiation ≥ 95%."

That's right, although the standards for measuring superconducting thin film performance were extremely complex—Tc, grain size, surface roughness, etc. —Jc was still the core bottleneck for the commercialization of superconducting thin films. Other parameters could approach theoretical limits in existing processes or be stably controlled through mature schemes.

After his words fell, the office suddenly fell into silence.

Carson and the others looked at each other, their expressions strange.

They were now a bit suspicious if they hadn't woken up yet and were having auditory hallucinations.

It seemed they heard Professor Xu just say he wanted to achieve Jc ≥ 2.0×10^6 A/cm² under a 12T magnetic field...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 523 =====