[{"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-79":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},2333215,4563,"Chapter 79: Old Xu Was Played","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-79",79,"\u003Cp>Seeing Song Yao glaring at him, Xu Qingzhou pushed the clutter in his mind aside and focused on eating, shoveling in a few bites: “That guy just now—is he from your Economics College?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao nodded: “Yeah, second-year economics major, head of the student union’s publicity department, wanted me to join the union.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a pause, she added slowly: “But I already turned him down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou understood—he thought Song Yao wasn’t suited for the student union; it required not just ability, but also social finesse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao ate little, finished half her bowl of rice, then sat waiting for Xu Qingzhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eating with you is too stressful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou felt dozens of eyes piercing him—if those were bullets, he’d be riddled with holes by now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao lifted her chin slightly, a hint of pride in her expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Objection dismissed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read! {\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao nodded in satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, after a silent sigh, he slammed the table and surged with determination: “Fine! Starting tomorrow, I’ll study with you guys—love? All nonsense!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re in love,” Song Yao said dismissively; foolish acts were normal for couples in the throes of romance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Xian shook his head, deciding inwardly: Old Xu was a seasoned player—better to avoid him; he destroyed people without drawing blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Xu Qingzhou could finish speaking, Song Yao turned her phone screen toward him, playing Wang Nushi’s voice: “Xiao Yao, since you’re close to Qingzhou, keep an eye on him—make him exercise more, don’t let him look so listless all day. If he ignores you, tell me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t mind the details.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You really should exercise—you might drop dead one day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zhengyang’s expression was eager, awaiting Xu Qingzhou’s guidance, especially moved by Xu Qingzhou’s warm, gentle smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“His Dao heart is shattered,” Kong Xian didn’t know where to begin, then lowered his voice to Xu Qingzhou: “He got played by Dong Shan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at Xu Zhengyang’s state, Xu Qingzhou sneered: “Look, you don’t even believe it yourself—why bother being heartbroken?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zhengyang sat slumped, hollow-eyed and defeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t understand...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the intersection, Xu Qingzhou watched a passing couple huddled under one umbrella, sighing: “It’s raining, yet they insist on squeezing together—do they hate getting wet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hope flared in Xu Zhengyang’s eyes—he believed Xu Qingzhou, as a seasoned player, knew far more than they did, given all the beauties constantly around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zhengyang let out a long sigh, slumping into his chair, staring blankly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They shared an umbrella, drank bubble tea, used the same straw,” Zhai Ziqiang added details.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao raised an eyebrow: “Staying up late harms your health.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou walked ahead, holding his black umbrella; Song Yao held her pink little one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not necessarily—it depends. I didn’t run any experiments myself—just helped Professor Zhao’s team build a model. Time was tight, so I pulled a few all-nighters.” Xu Qingzhou put down his chopsticks and slowly sipped his soup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you pass your Cat Association interview?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they whispered, the dorm was small—their words were crystal clear. Xu Qingzhou noticed Xu Zhengyang’s cheeks twitching as Zhai Ziqiang spoke—CRACK! A bolt from the blue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou pulled up a chair, patted Xu Zhengyang’s shoulder, and comforted him: “Old Xu, seeing isn’t always believing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This isn’t—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Passed,” Song Yao said lazily, propping her chin on one hand; outside, a light rain had begun again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Xu had planned to take Dong Shan out today, but she said she was eating with her roommates. Then we saw her outside with a senior from the street dance club.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou nodded: “Maybe she just sees him as an older brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly, Brother Yang—only by forgetting the past can you embrace the future,” Zhai Ziqiang spouted wisdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou nodded thoughtfully; rebirth wasn’t something everyone got—cherish it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou caught the scent of gossip: “Tell me more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao rolled her eyes at Xu Qingzhou, deciding his physical training was urgent: “Starting next week, run twice a week—Tuesdays and Thursdays. I’ll supervise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need to be so precise,” Xu Qingzhou sighed; the thing he feared had come true—Kong Xian’s Chinese was excellent; “played” was a masterful word choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou and the other two said nothing, letting him think it through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay, you’ve got no classes Tuesday and Thursday nights—those two days. Two hours each session.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night fell; orange streetlights glowed, raindrops tracing fine lines through the light—the rain intensified, carrying a chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Again?” Song Yao thought he’d gone mad from sleep deprivation—now he was talking nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rainy days, sharing an umbrella—that’s romance, that’s intimacy... Xu Qingzhou froze, realizing he lacked even this basic charm; no wonder he was single.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou’s lip twitched, his face solemn: “I’ll say this—it’s not so bad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Xian tried to distract Xu Zhengyang: “Old Xu, forget this love crap—study with me. A girlfriend might leave you, but knowledge? That’s yours forever.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can I object?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Xu, you’re still the best,” Xu Zhengyang looked at him with gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao glanced at Xu Qingzhou’s equally disheveled clothes: “Do you guys really need to pull all-nighters for your experiments?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“True,” Xu Qingzhou realized he’d asked a stupid question—with a beauty like Song Yao applying, those clubs wouldn’t even bother with interviews—they’d just accept her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dropping Song Yao off at her dorm, Xu Qingzhou headed toward the male dorm of the Math College.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Xu Qingzhou returned, his roommates were all there. Xu Zhengyang sat in his chair—miraculously reading a book, though it was only the title and publisher page. For a moment, Xu Qingzhou wondered if he’d walked into the wrong dorm. He whispered to Kong Xian: “What’s wrong with Old Xu?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A promising student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other three roommates sighed inwardly in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the weekend, yet the dorm was busier than ever—beyond studying, they had to attend club events and group meals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Xian had grown busy again, secretly—Xu Qingzhou had glimpsed once—a paper on Fourier equations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",992,"2026-06-20T21:06:39.533Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a6055b90c37e523546e1f607dafbac431fe80f51fa7ce2d57d16169db4ae417d","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-80","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-78",790,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--cover.jpg"]