Chapter 570: Song Yao: My persona cannot collapse

Study.

"Doesn't work."

Xu Qingzhou rubbed his temples, put the manuscript away again, and leaned back in his chair to let his brain rest.

At the desk to one side, the girl lowered her head, looking at the book in her hand with intense focus. When she was serious, her long eyelashes would tremble a few times.

The book was titled "Corporate Finance," written by Stephen A. Ross.

These days, she had bought a batch of books related to CEO work, intending to supplement her professional knowledge, learn systematic methodologies verified by predecessors, and accumulate experience in managing a company.

Perhaps because she was on her period, Song Yao wasn't wearing makeup. She belonged to the naturally cold-white skin type; even without makeup, her skin was still snow-white, and her face was exquisite and moving.

Her long, black hair was simply combed and tied to one side with a rubber band. A few strands of hair swayed in the wind in front of her forehead, looking slightly messy, but this gave off a sense of fragile brokenness, always making people want to bully her.

On this side, Song Yao seemed to feel the gaze on her, looked up, and sure enough, saw Xu Qingzhou's malicious eyes.

This guy must be thinking about some strange things again.

Song Yao made a digging-eyes gesture, warning him not to look around.

Xu Qingzhou shrugged, wisely not provoking Song Yao, who was already in a blood-rage.

He took out the notes from last year's number theory seminar when he communicated with other mathematicians, involving everyone's ideas on the gap dynamic sieving method, such as how to use discrete mean estimation methods to optimize sieving efficiency, etc.

He wanted to see if he could find some clues in there.

Hallway outside the door.

Er Miao flicked its tail, passed by the study door, tilted its head to look at the two-legged beasts busy inside, and finally gave up the idea of going over to ask for a hug.

It had already experienced the ruthlessness of the two-legged beasts, especially at times like this; it couldn't get a hug at all.

At the door, the tabby cat let out a "meow," took elegant little steps, and continued to patrol its new territory.

In the eyes of the cat-star person, this place was a five-star hotel, a top-notch residence, with a large space and undulating stairs, much more fun than over at Yandongyuan.

11 AM.

"Phew~"

Song Yao stretched, looked out the window, and it was still misty with rain, with no sign of clearing up. The rainy season was like this; it would rain for days once it started.

She walked to the sofa in slippers, lifted her feet, and stuffed them into Xu Qingzhou's arms. During her period, her body would always be a little uncomfortable.

"Tired?"

Xu Qingzhou pinched her delicate feet with one hand and wrote equations on the manuscript with the other, sighing in his heart that fortunately he had the foresight to adjust the sofa's position in the morning.

"Yeah, want to rest for a while."

Song Yao nodded her chin, looking around the study. The bookshelf was large, and the books she and Xu Qingzhou put on it didn't fill it up; should buy some more books...

No sooner said than done, Song Yao took out her phone and opened the book-purchasing platform.

"Are there any books you want to read?"

"Hmm?"

Song Yao pointed her finger and bought a few books on economics. "Buy some more books to fill the bookshelf."

"Let me think..."

Since moving here, Song Yao always wanted to add new things to the empty house.

Living in a house of several hundred square meters for two people would indeed seem a bit empty.

Actually, villas like this usually have nannies responsible for cleaning, but neither of them had the habit of using nannies. They just cleaned casually, and occasionally hired cleaners for a comprehensive cleaning.

"Calabi-Yau Manifolds and Related Geometry," "The Shape of Inner Space," "String Theory and the Combination of Calabi-Yau Manifolds..."

Xu Qingzhou thought for a moment and decided to buy some books on string theory and Calabi-Yau manifolds. He had discussed with Tao Zhexuan before whether prime gap distribution could be mapped to the vibration modes of compactified Calabi-Yau manifolds in string theory, making the zeros of the supersymmetric z-function correspond to the quantization conditions of string tension energy levels.

This could be considered a physical mapping of the supersymmetric z-function theory.

"Calabi-Yau Manifolds and Related Geometry..."

Song Yao typed.

Xu Qingzhou leaned back in his chair, his fingertips sliding over her calves, and his whole body relaxed.

"Buy some novels too. When tired from work, can read some novels to relieve fatigue."

After buying the books, Song Yao dropped her phone, leaned back comfortably to rest, and played with Xu Qingzhou's clothes with her toes.

They originally wanted to invite their parents from Rongcheng, but both sets of parents were busy, so they could only wait for the next reunion.

Er Miao had been wandering around the house like a street loafer for half a day, and seemed tired of wandering, took light steps into the study, and fell onto the sofa to lie down.

It was drizzling outside the window, and staying with the person she liked inside, and teasing the cat she raised, the days were very comfortable.

Song Yao thought happily in her heart.

But soon, she found something wrong, her body suddenly stiffened, and she wanted to pull her feet out, but was grabbed by Xu Qingzhou.

"You, you..."

"Who told you to move around."

Xu Qingzhou shrugged innocently. It was fine to stretch her feet over, but she kept rubbing them back and forth.

"Xu Qingzhou~ should go cook."

"..."

"Let go!"

"..."

"I'm counting to 3..."

July 6th, Saturday.

Wutong Residential Area.

Xu Shouyun and Song Shisong took the lead, one carrying a suitcase and the other carrying a travel bag, followed by two young people who had just gotten off the plane.

"Yaoyao is back."

Wang Xiaping smiled and led Song Yao in.

Zhang Junli also came out of the kitchen, looked at her daughter and son-in-law, and said with a smile, "Tired after a few hours on the plane, right? You sit down first, the food will be ready in a while."

Xu Qingzhou handed over the spoils of the morning from Old Xu and Old Song.

"Whoa, caught fish."

"There were two silver carp, but Old Zhang took the other one back."

Xu Shouyun smiled.

Thinking of the envious eyes of those fishing friends when they left, he felt so proud in his heart.

His son's family was happy, together all day, his career was also smooth, settled down...

This must be the proudest and happiest thing for parents.

"Come on, Old Song, let's continue." Xu Shouyun greeted Song Shisong to sit in front of the chessboard that hadn't been finished yet.

"Okay."

Song Shisong nodded.

On this side, Xu Qingzhou pushed the suitcase and entered the bedroom with Song Yao to put things away. They were all gifts brought back from Kyoto, tea and skincare products, two sets, one for each family.

"Missed this bed so much."

Xu Qingzhou looked nostalgically at the old items in the room, various comic books and small gadgets that carried childhood fun, very commemorative.

Xu Qingzhou fell onto the bed, limbs splayed, and issued an invitation to the cold girl standing beside him: "Do you want to come and lie down?"

"Are you sick?"

Song Yao dragged this guy up. Having stayed in the bedroom for a long time, her parents might be wondering what they were doing inside.

It was fine that Xu Qingzhou was unreliable all day, but her persona couldn't collapse.

Outside the window, the sun fell to the horizon in the southwest, and the soft sunlight spilled between the rolling buildings, pulling out shadows one after another.

Living room.

Xu Shouyun and Song Shisong were playing back and forth.

Xu Qingzhou observed the chess game for a while, then went to the living room to turn on the TV, and at the same time peeled an orange for himself, and saw Song Yao go around the kitchen, but was quickly chased out by the two middle-aged women.

Whether it was her own mother Zhang Junli or Wang Xiaping, neither could bear to have Song Yao in the kitchen.

Xu Qingzhou shifted his butt to make room for Song Yao, and seeing her sit down, he broke off a piece and fed it to her mouth.

Song Yao habitually opened her mouth, enjoying Xu Qingzhou's feeding.

Xu Qingzhou asked: "Is it sour?"

Song Yao shook her head, just waiting for Xu Qingzhou to feed her, when she heard this person say with a smile.

"Then I can eat it with peace of mind."

"..."

(End of chapter)