[{"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-63":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},2333199,4563,"Chapter 63: Is This Freshman Year?","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-63",63,"\u003Cp>Both are very humble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zhengyang couldn’t take it anymore, sneering, “Enough already. If you’re going to compete, wait till after military training. Besides, we’re just freshmen—what depth could you possibly have written?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly,” Zhai Ziqiang nodded, sighing slightly. “Back when I could solve competition problems, I thought I was amazing. But after reading the materials posted by seniors, I realized I’d only learned the barest surface.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zhengyang leaned lazily back in his chair, expression one of weary world-weariness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Normal. Math competitions are like orienteering, but advanced math is a marathon. Orienteering just requires running toward one goal—you can take countless paths, but you never leave the designated area.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A marathon is a long, continuous route. Every step reveals new scenery. Until you reach the finish line, you haven’t finished—whether you’ve run 20% or 80% makes no difference.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou and the other two froze, all staring at Xu Zhengyang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhizhong nodded, turning to browse Xu Qingzhou’s paper: “I’ll keep the paper for now. I skimmed it—translation’s fine overall, but some terminology needs adjusting. Come back in a few days. Never mind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read! {\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you don’t eat it, I’m putting it away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his view, translating the paper in three or four days—while also doing military training—meant Xu Qingzhou had surely pulled many all-nighters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zhengyang sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monday, around four in the afternoon, a heavy rain arrived. The instructor announced a break in the group chat. Xu Qingzhou didn’t join Xu Zhengyang and the others for dinner; instead, he went straight to the Math Department, planning to check if Professor Gu Zhizhong was in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’d find it strange if a freshman like this didn’t crush us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, you heard wrong. Nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staring at Xu Zhengyang, Xu Qingzhou gave a strange look. “Lao Xu, since when did you get so cultured?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you muttering about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Non-utilitarian, not rushing for results, able to sit patiently on a cold bench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the weekend, Xu Qingzhou finished translating the paper and carefully reviewed it again, planning to wait until he had free time before showing it to Professor Gu Zhizhong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor, here’s my paper.” Xu Qingzhou handed Gu Zhizhong a USB drive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhizhong was slightly surprised, taking the USB drive. “Done this fast?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhizhong nodded, sipped tea, and looked at his student. “So, Xiao Meng, you need some urgency. Work hard. If you get crushed by your own freshman, that’s truly embarrassing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plagiarism check completed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He handed Xu Qingzhou a slip of paper. “Leave your number—I’ll call when I’ve fixed it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Freshman? Classes haven’t even started, and you’re already submitting to SCI!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhizhong paused, staring at the plagiarism report on screen, expression complex. He asked Xu Qingzhou: “Have you decided which journal to submit to?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most despairing of all: no matter how hard you push, you still can’t catch up to others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Xu Qingzhou arrived, the door was open. He glanced inside—two young men were hunched over desks nearby, writing. Professor Gu Zhizhong was also busy at his own desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou left the office, planning to head to the cafeteria for a meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou opened the fruit and divided it among Xu Zhengyang and the others. “Eat some fruit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing no one ask about how many houses he owned, Xu Zhengyang sadly missed a perfect chance to show off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lao Xu, these are from Song the campus beauty—really gonna share them with us?” Xu Zhengyang exaggerated his expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it, thanks, Professor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the library, students under colorful umbrellas hurried swiftly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, undergraduate—and most importantly, he’s a freshman,” Gu Zhizhong also sighed. Math Department, Professor’s Office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually, Gu Zhizhong had already prepared to comfort Xu Qingzhou if the similarity rate was high. He held high hopes for Xu Qingzhou; though their contact was limited, he still sensed in him a steadiness unlike other young people—a quality essential for scholarly work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou took a deep breath, as if seeing his former self. Many teachers had said university would be easy. In truth, especially at a school like Jingda, the competition was fiercer than high school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhizhong smiled and shook his head, taking the phone number. “You’ve been busy lately. Go rest well. Young people should pay more attention to their health.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy’s face was stunned—he felt crushed. Are freshmen this impressive now?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, thank you, Professor Gu.” Xu Qingzhou nodded and left his phone number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou sighed deeply. “You don’t understand. I just see her as a little sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next door, the boy looked up at Xu Qingzhou’s words, his expression one of admiration. Top journal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing Xu Qingzhou standing at the door, Gu Zhizhong gestured with his eyes for him to come in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou was too young, and among graduate students, no one knew him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His first step was to copy the content onto a plagiarism-check website. He’d skimmed the paper before, but didn’t have the original file.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>English version, similarity rate: 0.82%.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shocked, aren’t you?” Xu Zhengyang’s aura of mastery vanished instantly; he grinned. “I searched online for ages to find this line. If you guys are stunned, imagine how those little girls would look at me with worshipful eyes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou nodded. “Yes, I had free time these past two days, so I worked overtime to finish it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rain still fell, a light drizzle descending from the sky, gently soaking the campus asphalt. Wind blew, carrying faint floral scents and the clean aroma of mud and algae through the rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft, player!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mathematical Invention,” Xu Qingzhou said. That journal published many papers related to physics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One student buried in study looked up, curious, watching Xu Qingzhou enter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watermelon and mangoes were both boxed. The weather’s hot—they won’t last long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get lost.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Xianbo and Zhai Ziqiang also pulled over chairs, eating fruit while watching Xu Qingzhou, waiting to hear what he’d say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qualified. Qualified beyond doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anyway, I won’t stay in pure mathematics. After graduation, I’ll pick either financial math or statistics, then go home to inherit the family business—collect rent and live easy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhizhong plugged in the USB drive and opened the files: one Chinese version, one English version.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eat, eat, eat.” Xu Zhengyang grinned, poking a piece of watermelon. “Lao Xu, with a beautiful, caring girl like this, you really aren’t tempted?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, Xu Qingzhou and the others wanted to punch someone—they quickly ignored the remark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou rolled his eyes and stopped paying attention to the guy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Xu Qingzhou left, the boy looked up, curious. “Professor, is that one of your undergraduates?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chinese version, similarity rate: 1.01%.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About ten minutes later, he neared Jingda’s Second Gymnasium, the Spoon Garden Chinese Restaurant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lunch hour—crowded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou carried a plate of braised chicken with rice. After searching for a long time, he spotted a couple who had finished eating but were still cuddling at their table. He walked over and sat down beside them with his tray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The couple, embarrassed, couldn’t continue being affectionate. They shot Xu Qingzhou a glare and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1173,"2026-06-20T21:06:39.533Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","43cf418375612c053728575446cdcd26bdd6fe0733e5a96ba3cb551081fb4296","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-64","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-62",790,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--cover.jpg"]