[{"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-73":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},2333209,4563,"Chapter 73: It Feels Like Looking in a Mirror","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-73",73,"\u003Cp>“Brother, starting today, you’re part of our research group.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Yun flew enthusiastically, worried Hong Yayu’s sternness might make Xu Qingzhou overthink, and said, “Sister, why don’t you stay and monitor the experiment while I take Brother to get his access card?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright.” Hong Yayu nodded slightly; she was focused only on the experimental data.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two went to the first-floor office; the access card was simple, done in five minutes, and they also picked up a set of work uniforms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister Hong is a second-year PhD student under Professor Gu. Don’t be fooled by her perpetual ‘everyone owes me money’ expression—if you have questions, ask boldly, she’ll explain everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang Wei, first-year PhD, also very nice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Yun was the type who talked a lot and loved chatting; along the way, he told Xu Qingzhou about the lab’s situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Wei and Hong Yayu were both PhD candidates; Gong Yun himself was a second-year master’s student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two returned to the office with their things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read! {\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding~ The phone screen lit up with a message from Song Yao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This means that under superconducting conditions, current flowing through the niobium-titanium alloy produces no energy loss and effectively reduces and isolates external magnetic interference with the MRI system’s internal magnetic field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he bid farewell to Gong Yun and the others, took the USB drive back to the dorm, where Xu Zhengyang and the others were still in class; he turned on his computer and reviewed the files on the USB drive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d fallen behind in class, but he believed he could catch up—he’d come from math competitions, after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Xianbo nodded and handed the speech draft to Xu Qingzhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As you can see, I’m temporarily not attending Professor Gu’s class—I’m helping out at the Physics Academy,” Xu Qingzhou said, spreading his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou: “Skipped.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plain-Jane Song Beauty: “Too bad—I already took a screenshot and was about to report you to your parents (disappointed).”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Help with what?” Xu Zhengyang still didn’t understand—what could a freshman possibly do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, there was nothing for Xu Qingzhou to do; he only needed to handle data processing and mathematical modeling, not participate in the actual experiments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nice bullshit.” Xu Qingzhou rolled his eyes. “If you give that speech, you’re dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So if you want to win—or even just improve your chances—you’ve got to work on your speech.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d written a campaign speech in advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhai Ziqiang put down his class notes and comforted: “Old Kong, just do your best. If you’ve tried, losing is losing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides magnetic advantages, niobium-titanium alloy also has zero electrical resistance and complete flux expulsion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After thinking, he added a line at the end: “I just came back from the lab and am reviewing some materials.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou glanced at what Kong Xianbo held. “Old Kong, let me see your speech draft.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Think about it—how many of these speeches have you heard since you started school? If Old Kong weren’t our roommate, would you even listen to this nonsense?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Xianbo moped for a while, took a deep breath, realized this wasn’t the time to give up, pulled out a notebook from his bag, and silently memorized it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plain-Jane Song Beauty: “Aren’t you supposed to have Mathematical Analysis class?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes—it felt like looking in a mirror! Hadn’t he sent messages to Zhang Yuxin exactly like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The materials were thorough: project proposal, detailed explanation of niobium-titanium alloy’s advantages, its impact on MRI equipment, and future development potential. Song Yao sent a selfie saying she was heading to class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou: “?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou leaned back in his chair, relaxed his mind, and said, “Help process data, build a model, that sort of thing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence filled the air; Xu Zhengyang and the other three were struck dumb, feeling they couldn’t continue talking—or their cultivation would collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time flew; it was 10:30, and his roommates returned. Xu Zhengyang rushed to Xu Qingzhou for answers: “Old Xu, no—Brother Zhou, tell us—what the hell is going on?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, basically no problems.” Xu Qingzhou nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All empty, grandiose statements—the kind everyone’s heard too many times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he put down his phone, he suddenly realized something was off, reread the message, and suddenly understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou: “The first class is Professor Gu’s—he told me to go straight to the lab.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In 2013, China had 4,376 MRI machines, mostly 1.5T models; foreign manufacturers dominated the market, long monopolized by Siemens, GE, and Philips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plain-Jane Song Beauty: “Skip the first class?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Xu Qingzhou’s words, Xu Zhengyang and the others realized it really did sound that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if you lose the class president position, it’s gone for good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It contained a large volume of academic papers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They chatted briefly; Xu Qingzhou put down his phone and continued reviewing the USB drive’s contents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Xianbo sighed: “Feels hopeless—just putting up a fight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou whistled, thinking Song Yao was way too idle—even going to class needed a share. After saving the photo, he sent her a “ Jiayou ” emoji.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the years, domestic companies like United Imaging and Besta had begun producing 1.5T machines, but their market share remained small; the cutting-edge 3.0T superconducting MRI systems were still primarily controlled by foreign giants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou read with interest; he’d specialized in quantum mechanics, not electromagnetism or materials science, but reading papers was no problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So… you’ve mastered all of Math 1 content?” Kong Xianbo asked quietly; he’d self-studied some, but still struggled with parts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, the counselor Zhu Sitong had announced in the group chat that there’d be a class meeting tonight, with class officer elections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Kong, how’s your prep going?” Xu Zhengyang recovered faster—he wasn’t aiming for academic glory anyway, and now he hoped Kong Xianbo would become class president to “secure benefits” for the dorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d been one step behind since the start of term; though he’d been involved in many things, he still lagged behind Zhang Shuyi—he’d already lost at the starting line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Respected teachers, dear classmates: Hello! Standing here, filled with hopeful visions for our class’s future and carrying responsibility and passion, I wish to run for class president.] Xu Zhengyang leaned over, read it, and said: “I think it’s good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Kong Xianbo refused to admit he was worse than Xu Qingzhou, he now bowed his head. “Old Xu, what should I do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, acknowledge your shortcomings, bridge the gap with classmates, then express your desire to be class president—speak naturally, avoid grandstanding. For example, this line: ‘Devote myself to class management with greater enthusiasm and a more solid work ethic.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou went on smoothly: “Treat it like chatting with friends—explain what you’d do if elected: manage the class well, make things easier for classmates, that sort of thing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Xianbo pondered, slowly nodded, and went back to rewrite it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1138,"2026-06-20T21:06:39.533Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8408adfced8025e280e088d6489597bb995def736d351c359802200d5696daf5","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-74","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-72",790,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--cover.jpg"]