[{"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-71":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},2333207,4563,"Chapter 71: When Did the Gap Between People Become So Huge?","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-71",71,"\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou returned to the dormitory at exactly 8:50; Xu Zhengyang was still struggling to get a girlfriend, scrolling through group messages, while Kong Xianbo, Zhai Ziqiang, and Zhang Shuyi had planned to visit the Summer Palace and hadn’t returned yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no desire to go out, took his new clothes to the laundry room, then turned on his computer to translate his paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After writing for a short while, his phone vibrated—a number he didn’t recognize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After answering, a strong, resonant voice came through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you student Xu Qingzhou? This is Zhao Shengwen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor Zhao, hello,” Xu Qingzhou greeted with a smile; the voice was familiar, yet different from his memory—stronger, more forceful. Back then, Zhao Shengwen had already been over sixty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice asked: “Has Professor Gu told you about the project?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He has.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after Xu Qingzhou left the classroom, everyone remained bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read! {\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zhengyang had been chatting with Dong Shan, but when he looked up, he saw Gu Zhi Zhong staring at them—he instantly shuddered, thinking: College isn’t supposed to ban phones!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor Gu,” Xu Qingzhou called out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just browsing when bored,” Liang Quanjie relished this subtle display of superiority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the class bell rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Xianbo adjusted his glasses, his cultivation nearly shattered, yet silently marveled: This was the ultimate form of showing off—endure to the extreme, then stun everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still, Liang Dongni mentioned you several times while chatting—I think she’s definitely interested in you,” Xu Zhengyang analyzed, then sighed again:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The classroom fell silent again, all eyes fixed on Xu Qingzhou and Gu Zhi Zhong, none understanding how Xu Qingzhou had been called up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Xianbo still thought like a high schooler; seeing the professor watching them, he elbowed Xu Zhengyang hard: “Stop playing with your phone—the professor’s watching!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou, meanwhile, gazed out the window, waiting for class to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou’s group took the second row by the window; Xu Zhengyang pulled out his phone to chat with Dong Shan, while Kong Xianbo and Zhai Ziqiang opened their *Mathematical Analysis I* textbooks to prepare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a qualitative leap,” Xu Zhengyang hummed, almost proudly: “Today, with Liang Dongni tagging along, we’ve gone from five people down to three—sweet double dates are just around the corner!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Gu Zhi Zhong laughed and shooed them: “Get out, get out, don’t waste my time here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yueqing immediately zeroed in: “You’re amazing—I struggled with high school math, and you were already reading papers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Xu Zhengyang seemed in good spirits, Xu Qingzhou asked: “Old Xu, how’s it going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>September 15, Monday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the classroom, Xu Zhengyang and the others stared blankly at the two men chatting on stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, Xiao Xu has been borrowed by Professor Zhao Shengwen from the Physics Institute to join a project—we won’t worry about him. Let me introduce myself first: I’m Gu Zhi Zhong, your instructor for Mathematical Analysis.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They came to class; Xu Qingzhou came to waste time. When did the gap between people become so vast? Gu Zhi Zhong continued: “Old Zhao’s project is urgent. Want regular grades? Fine—score full marks on the final exam, and I’ll give you all of them. Fail, and you get zero.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Xu, you should piss on a mirror.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They spoke plainly, set a time, hung up, and Xu Qingzhou returned to his paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our instructor today is Professor Gu—this guy’s a giant in mathematics. I’ve read several of his papers before; never imagined he’d become our teacher,” Liang Quanjie sighed. 8:55.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until 11 p.m., after he’d showered and was lying in bed scrolling his phone, Xu Zhengyang and the others slowly returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He told Xu Zhengyang: “Old Xu, bring my books back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fat old man with glasses, holding a transparent teacup, entered; the noisy classroom instantly fell silent, all eyes turning to Gu Zhi Zhong. “Relax, class hasn’t started yet,” Gu Zhi Zhong waved, amiable. Suddenly, his gaze locked onto Xu Qingzhou; he frowned slightly and gestured for him to come forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhi Zhong wrote his name and phone number on the blackboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, I’m free all morning. After class, go straight to Physics Institute Building 2. Call me when you arrive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others were equally confused—how well did Old Xu know Professor Gu?! What crushed them most was: what did “wasting time” even mean?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou had nothing to say, only silently wished Xu Zhengyang would find a girlfriend soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone below felt dazed: You’re a freshman, barely familiar with campus, and you’re already joining a project? And judging by Professor Gu’s tone, this isn’t some menial task like what Liang Quanjie and Kong Xianbo do! Shen Yueqing’s face burned—suddenly her cheeks hurt; yesterday she’d boasted about Liang Quanjie publishing a paper and winning the professor’s favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou felt speechless—this sounded like attending class was a mistake. “It’s class—regular grades are worth twenty points.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at Xu Qingzhou, Gu Zhi Zhong asked in confusion: “Why are you still here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing, just someone calling me,” Xu Qingzhou reassured Xu Zhengyang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou’s going to help the Physics Institute? And he’s joining a professor’s project?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I only have one class this morning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zhengyang nodded dumbly, his mind offline—he vaguely understood where he’d lost: the reason was simple—Old Xu was just a damn show-off king!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seats behind Zhang Shuyi and the other girls had already been taken by other boys, who were chatting merrily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he already had the regular grades, Xu Qingzhou had no reason to stay—he found undergraduate math barely challenging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I’m off then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although they’d been here half a month, today felt like the true start of university learning; everyone arrived early, full of anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you free tomorrow morning?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The classroom was lively; students chose seats freely, could bring phones and laptops—everything felt novel to these youths just freed from strict high school rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me, what kind of luck do you have? Why do so many girls like you? Your looks? I’m not worse. Your IQ? I got in legitimately too. I still can’t figure out where I lost.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Room 101 woke up early again; the first class was Gu Zhi Zhong’s Mathematical Analysis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, he still had much to learn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Quanjie felt utterly crushed—he was supposed to be the protagonist, so how had he been completely overshadowed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou left the classroom and headed straight for the Physics Institute’s experimental building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifteen minutes passed; he stood beneath Building 6, waiting to be picked up. Access here required a door card—every device inside was extremely valuable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1095,"2026-06-20T21:06:39.533Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","49b4616cbcb399ad6b57dfebcdc811b61e5aaa3635108f8fbb88fe6a5d08efc1","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-72","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-70",790,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--cover.jpg"]