[{"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-70":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},2333206,4563,"Chapter 70: Doubting I","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-70",70,"\u003Cp>Overnight passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou woke at 8 a.m.; the other three were still snoring. He took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao wore light makeup, a white T-shirt, denim shorts, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, paired with white sneakers—her pale, slender legs sparked endless imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou stared, transfixed, finally understanding why some said Song Yao was Jingda’s most beautiful campus flower—without exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This must be what they call perfect bone and skin structure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially those legs—devastatingly attractive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao caught Xu Qingzhou’s momentary lapse, a faint smile tugging at her lips, a touch of pride—after all, she’d spent over an hour on her makeup. “How’s it look?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ninety.” Xu Qingzhou rated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Great!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read! {\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can I just go back to the dorm?” Xu Qingzhou sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou was speechless—this was exactly the kind of thing his mom would say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around four p.m., they took a taxi to Xidan Joy City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou carried two large bags filled with clothes—he and Song Yao’s purchases: three shirts, two pairs of pants. He’d tried on dozens of outfits and was numb from it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Why are you clenching your fists? You’re not thinking of hitting me, are you? Honestly, I’ve always thought going out for a walk isn’t bad—work and rest balanced.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They walked five minutes to Zhongguancun subway station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who told you to annoy me every day?” Song Yao snorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They took photos and posted them in their small group, triggering a flood of knife emojis from Guo Ziyang and Ding Jiahui, who were still in military training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao was annoyed—taking her shopping felt like dragging him to his death. Besides, she wasn’t just doing it for herself. She glared at Xu Qingzhou: “Autumn’s coming to Beijing in two days. Mom said you brought too few clothes, so she told me to take you shopping.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou silently realized they’d finally gotten to the point. For some reason, being crushed in a crowd all day felt more exhausting than running a full day’s experiment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing customers, the salesgirl didn’t miss the chance: “Miss, your skin is so fair—this color suits you perfectly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, fought a few.” Song Yao nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao turned, squinted at Xu Qingzhou, and smiled sweetly: “Sure, but you’ll probably have to crawl back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao was furious. “Only ninety?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only difference: this place blended alleyways with bourgeois charm, offering more depth than newly built ancient towns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the 1st, Wang Xiaping asked for Song Yao’s contact info. Of course, Song Yao’s parents also had his number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though this area is touted as a fully preserved Yuan Dynasty courtyard neighborhood with a checkerboard layout, commercialization has made it nearly indistinguishable from other tourist streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom said I should supervise you so you don’t keep buying all those dark, drab clothes. You’re in college now—you’ve got to dress like a proper person.” Song Yao walked briskly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou gave a thumbs-up. For a body like Song Yao’s, even a burlap sack would look good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao was energetic, dragging Xu Qingzhou around buying snacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had no plans to visit the Great Wall or the Forbidden City—Xu Qingzhou had lived here for over a decade in his past life and was sick of them; Song Yao had already toured Beijing before and wasn’t interested in the famous sights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao nodded in satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go to the nearest mall,” Song Yao said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the subway, Xu Qingzhou sighed: “Look at you—you’re supposed to be the cold, aloof goddess, yet all you talk about is beating people up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou was startled. “Did my mom call you?” Song Yao slapped breakfast into his hand. “Choke on it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exhausted after a day of high spirits, Song Yao finally showed fatigue. She yawned, and barely onto the subway, looked pitifully at Xu Qingzhou: “Xu Qingzhou, can I borrow your shoulder?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At eight, they boarded the subway back to campus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is too thick to wear now,” Xu Qingzhou frowned. Well, really, he just thought it was garish—the plaid shirt looked better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pay up,” Xu Qingzhou extended his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes, yes!” The salesgirl reacted quickly, beaming: “Your boyfriend is so handsome—he looks perfect in this! Many couples buy matching outfits!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was their fifth store. Song Yao finally found a beige knit coat she liked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After getting Xu Qingzhou’s approval, Song Yao turned to the salesgirl and pointed at him: “Do you have this in his size?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou silently thought he needed to exercise—otherwise, he’d be in trouble later: he couldn’t argue his way out, and he couldn’t fight his way out either. Nandian Gulang was in Dongcheng District, not far from Jingda, and the zoo lay along the way—convenient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had lunch here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the subject of shopping, Song Yao was even more motivated than before, dragging Xu Qingzhou from one clothing store to another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao looked at Xu Qingzhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The other ten points? I’m afraid you’ll get arrogant.” Xu Qingzhou dropped his gentlemanly gaze and noticed the breakfast in her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Slap*—his hand was swatted away, then his shoulder sank as the girl leaned against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the salesgirl assume they were a couple, Song Yao felt an odd surge of pleasure—but kept her expression cold, so Xu Qingzhou wouldn’t think she was chasing him: “Get him a size XXX.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since they were already out, Xu Qingzhou didn’t ruin the mood. He played the good companion: took photos, carried bags—most importantly, being with Song Yao wasn’t boring at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou felt sour. He’d been at Jingda for over ten days; his mom had called him once—mostly he called her. “My mom’s ridiculous—I’m in college now, can’t I buy my own clothes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He used to love wearing black in high school—black T-shirts, black pants—he still had a pile at home, which he’d disdainfully left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou finished his bun. “Where are we buying?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not thick. Here, once autumn hits, mornings and evenings get chilly—October’s even colder. Now’s the perfect time to buy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After touring the zoo in the morning, they took Line 4 to Daxing, then switched to Line 6 to Nandian Gulang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou didn’t move. “You’ve eaten already?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they spoke, they exited the south gate and headed toward the nearby Zhongguancun station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao had planned everything: “We’ll go to the Beijing Zoo in the morning, then Nandian Gulang in the afternoon, then Xidan Joy City in the evening to shop for clothes, and head back to campus.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His paper was still half done. One day would finish it—this lingering discomfort was unbearable. He sighed sincerely: “Honestly, why not go shopping with your roommates? Why drag me along?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve eaten. Do you think everyone sleeps until nine like you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were close—he could smell Song Yao’s faint, sweet scent. Looking over, she had closed her eyes, dozing; her long lashes cast shadows on her fair face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For no reason, something inside his chest loosened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This strange feeling made him shift uncomfortably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t move,” Song Yao hugged his arm, scolding him for disturbing her rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1183,"2026-06-20T21:06:39.533Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","92e916fcd34f95ce03f83a94c11b4d97baa167f9f4c1540928f973d641e2c684","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-71","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-69",790,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--cover.jpg"]