[{"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-80":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},2333216,4563,"Chapter 80: Forget It, I","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-80",80,"\u003Cp>On Saturday, Xu Qingzhou carried his computer to an empty classroom and began constructing a heat conduction model based on Fourier’s law of heat conduction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The computational load was massive; the computer hummed loudly and needed to be plugged in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou turned on his computer and noticed two new emails in his inbox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first was from *Mathematical Innovations*, indicating the paper had entered the “under review” stage—meaning it had been sent to external reviewers, and now came the long wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second email had been sent ten minutes ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his surprise, his second paper had also been accepted by *Physics Reports*’ editorial office, with no revision requests, and was now being assigned external reviewers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it had been his former self, this would have been normal—even if the editorial office hadn’t immediately clicked “accept,” it would have been brain-dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou had secretly picked up a few tricks to assist with modeling, and that was still no problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read! {\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this was also the confidence behind Xu Qingzhou’s submissions to top journals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jungler, you just sit in the bushes—do you want me to send you some paper?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as the saying goes, different fields are like mountains apart; Xu Qingzhou wasn’t a physicist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Sunday, Xu Qingzhou continued working on the model, planning to finalize it within these two days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I need to ask Professor Steven’s opinion first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou grinned and said, “Thanks, senior brother, but I understand a bit of physics—I can handle it myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Kai’s confident tone, the woman on the other end hesitated and asked, “What paper?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this guy had already struck first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since they’ve already finished the model, they might realize soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, Xu Qingzhou was virtually certain that even if Professor Gu Zhi Zhong himself built it, the completeness of his model would be no better than his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, we shouldn’t be too optimistic. I called to ask if I can help—your model involves a lot of physics; with my assistance, you’ll find it much easier.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I’ll wait for your update. I need to go have afternoon tea first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he reached Fourier’s heat conduction equation and Maxwell’s equations, his speed surged—Maxwell’s equations were within Xu Qingzhou’s domain, and he handled them with ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>10 p.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he planned to wait until tomorrow to review the model; now he had some breathing room, room for trial and error.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Editor Freya Kai was on the phone: “Dear Ms. Sidibe, I have an excellent paper here—Professor Steven might be interested.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou returned to his dorm and saw Xu Zhengyang, who had sworn to study hard, currently getting slaughtered in League of Legends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, this paper didn’t just involve mathematics—it also incorporated Xu Qingzhou’s past research and understanding in quantum physics, content that, at this point in time, was absolutely black tech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou rubbed his temples and said, “If everything goes smoothly, I should have a complete model by tonight.” Wang Wei blinked in surprise: “That fast?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On his way past the convenience store, he bought a loaf of bread, wolfed it down to fill his stomach, then strolled slowly to the cafeteria. Freya Kai was confident—this paper would definitely catch Professor Steven’s eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Physics Reports* editorial office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ms. Sidibe, forgive me for saying so, but if Professor Steven misses this paper, it would be more regrettable than going without coffee.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hanging up, Xu Qingzhou plunged back into complex calculations, skipping dinner entirely and working straight through to nightfall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Support, are you trying to buy a coffin with that cannon?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Wei: “Junior brother, any progress on the model?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Related to Professor Steven’s experiment—the author starts from Einstein coefficients and offers new insights into coherent states and squeezed states. Brilliant.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the lab, Wang Wei paused, thinking Xu Qingzhou was overreaching—but he didn’t doubt Xu’s mathematical prowess; producing such a model in a short time and identifying flaws in their experiment proved the junior brother’s talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hanging up, he looked again at the manuscript—the author was a Chinese national named Xu Qingzhou, from Beijing University.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled again, stood up, gathered his things, and prepared to leave; a wave of weakness surged through his body—starvation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t help sighing: the junior brother was still too young—he’d learned a bit of high school physics and thought he understood everything, unaware that high school knowledge was nothing but skin-deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Wei, no longer as anxious as before, updated Xu Qingzhou on the current situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With me, a physics expert, assisting, wouldn’t it be easier?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The computation became much simpler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou let out a long breath, a faint smile appearing on his face—a complete model had emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire model involved substantial knowledge from functional analysis—a field Xu Qingzhou was reasonably skilled in; his past experimental data had contained vast amounts of functional analysis, and he’d once invited numerous top mathematicians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Freya, I already told you—Professor Steven is swamped, doesn’t even have time for coffee—he won’t be reviewing for you anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jinling University is using the same method, so they’ve likely fallen into the same error.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, walking the invincible path again, he was just a lowly nobody—and yet he’d moved this fast? It truly surprised him—could it really be that brilliance breaks through barriers?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the ocean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, he introduced a Fourier transform method he’d casually devised in his past life for easier computation, and unexpectedly found that the complex functional relationships became simple linear combinations of integrals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Professor Gu Zhi Zhong was a mathematics expert, not a physicist—he couldn’t, like Xu Qingzhou, integrate electromagnetic concepts while building the model.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Input data: bc = b0 * (1 - (t \u002F tc)**2) # calculate critical magnetic field strength if bc > threshold: raise ValueError(\"temperature is too high for superconductivity.\") jc = j0 * (1 - b \u002F bc)**n return jc. Done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At 2 p.m., he received a call from Wang Wei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Midlaner, I beg you—use your hands, not your feet!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, a bunch of noobs!” Watching his nexus explode, Xu Zhengyang ripped off his headset and finally noticed Xu Qingzhou standing behind him: “Lao Xu, want to play?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this your vow to work hard?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zhengyang sighed, sounding almost philosophical: “After a day of struggle, I realized—studying drains too many brain cells. I’ll just wait to inherit my family fortune later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1066,"2026-06-20T21:06:39.533Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","aa8573ada93e15cb296a3b23a9ae877bbaa6bd2acd194c233a98782b675877a7","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-81","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-79",790,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--cover.jpg"]