[{"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-81":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},2333217,4563,"Chapter 81: Gong Senior Brother Says He","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-81",81,"\u003Cp>Only Xu Zhengyang was in the dorm; Kong Xian was at a student union meeting, and Zhai Ziqiang was attending a literature society event.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zhengyang was playing a game; Xu Qingzhou found it noisy, so he took his laptop to the self-study room and opened it to read a paper on niobium-titanium alloy applications in MRI.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mathematical model was already complete; only minor adjustments remained, but there was no rush—he needed to wait for new data to refine it further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou had only intended to read the paper, but after studying it, he realized the model could still incorporate some additional elements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Monday, a night rain fell; by morning, the clouds cleared and the sky turned deep blue, with only a few white clouds hanging at the horizon. Sunlight poured down, dampening the ground and trees, puddles reflecting the light as several latecomers hurried past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Gu Zhizhong’s lecture was in the morning, but Xu Qingzhou skipped it reasonably and went straight to the lab—he’d planned to sleep early last night but ended up working on the model until two a.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Physics Academy lab.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then there was Gong Yunfei, stroking his chin and pretending to think deeply, though she always felt he seemed just as clueless as she was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read! {\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Shengwen opened his computer, checked the model, input the data, ran the simulation, compared the results, and exclaimed, “This model… is excellent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brilliant idea,” Zhao Shengwen said in awe; judging from how Xu Qingzhou applied these equations, his physics foundation was solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Graduate studies differ from undergraduate studies: in undergrad, you mostly refer to seniors as “senior brother” or “senior sister,” but in graduate school, everyone shares the same advisor and belongs to the same master lineage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Wei and Hong Yuyu were closer, but certain points remained obscure, leaving no time for careful reflection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he wrote one step, Zhao Shengwen interrupted: “Huh? The Navier-Stokes equation is calculated differently from usual.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ren Xiaoling snapped back to attention and quickly shook her head, “You sit down, I’ll finish cleaning right away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Shengwen shifted from initial amazement to serious thought, sinking into verification calculations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Xu Qingzhou, Ren Xiaoling couldn’t help but admire him silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? You’re Xu Qingzhou?” Ren Xiaoling froze; Gong Yunfei had mentioned in passing that a junior was involved in the project—not just doing menial tasks like her, but genuinely participating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou nodded, sat at the desk, opened his computer, and seeing the senior sister staring at him, volunteered: “Senior sister, can I help?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, impressive,” Gong Yunfei muttered beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So young—he’s only a freshman and already in Professor Zhao’s project.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Yuyu’s face also showed surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I simplified the Navier-Stokes equation using Fourier transforms—it’s much easier to compute.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou wrote quickly; during calculation, he discretized the heat conduction equation into a solvable system of linear algebraic equations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou was startled by her enthusiasm, then smiled and said, “We’re not in the same generation—I’m Xu Qingzhou, freshman of class 14, you’re my senior.” Zhao Shengwen had just finished and entered with Wang Wei and the others: “Xiao Xu is here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After half an hour, Xu Qingzhou finished speaking and paused, looking at Zhao Shengwen and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ren Xiaoling held her small notebook, intending to take notes, but soon found herself unable to follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou sketched on draft paper—electric field theory, fluid mechanics—he drew upon all kinds of knowledge effortlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d specifically told Wang Wei to help Xu Qingzhou yesterday; Wang Wei replied that the kid wanted to handle it himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Am I really this bad? Ren Xiaoling wanted to cry. She cautiously observed: Professor Zhao nodded slightly, occasionally asking questions; Wang Wei and Hong Yuyu were lost in thought, analyzing the steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A girl had appeared in the office, her hair tied in a bun, holding a cloth, wiping the desk with calm precision—cleaning a table somehow turned into a ritual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, thinking it through later would work, but Xu Qingzhou spoke too fast, transitions too seamless—he simply couldn’t keep up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When dealing with induced electromotive force caused by changing magnetic flux, one must account for the electric field’s influence, calculate its effect via the equation [\\vec{b}\\cdot\\mathrm{d}\\vec{a}=0].”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Zhao’s project is among the top two in the academy; this junior, a freshman, already in it—must be a genius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Xu Qingzhou enter, the girl startled and introduced herself: “Senior brother! I’m Ren Xiaoling, physics major, class of 12. Please guide me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor Zhao,” Xu Qingzhou greeted with a smile, stood up, and offered his seat to Zhao Shengwen: “The model is ready—you can take a look.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In the experiment, try maintaining the cryostat between 7.5 and 8 K—there might be unexpected results.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Yunfei was genuinely embarrassed; he wasn’t a math major, and calculations were his weak point—formulas were a nightmare to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Last night, I read several papers from Physical Review Letters and added some interesting elements to this model.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Wei held the report paper, staring at the output values, equally astonished—he’d expected this junior to hit a wall, to learn humility, but the kid had actually produced something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled an A4 sheet from the desk and worked out the math: “I added two functional models to the underlying Maxwell equations and casually included several fluid mechanics equations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thus, during the synthesis stage, perform heat treatment at constant temperature to induce thermal diffusion at the Nb-Ti interface, forming an NbTi solid solution; the remaining Nb or Ti can serve as pinning centers. Since both Nb and Ti appear in every NbTi layer, and their quantity and uniform distribution are guaranteed, this enhances superconducting performance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The process was complicated, but ultimately met expectations,” Xu Qingzhou said modestly, then paused and added, “Actually, I had some ideas last night—would you like to hear them?” Zhao Shengwen said seriously: “Go ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At 9:30 a.m., Zhao Shengwen was busy with Wang Wei and others near an instrument; Xu Qingzhou didn’t disturb them and walked straight to the other office area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Yuyu frowned: “But at 8 K, the material fully enters the superconducting state—isn’t 7.5 too low?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That requires specific experimental proof.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou spread his hands helplessly: “Compared to electromagnetism and materials science, I’m more familiar with quantum topics. All this is based on current data and merely offered as a reference.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t guarantee this approach was correct—it wasn’t his area of expertise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1076,"2026-06-20T21:06:39.533Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5a9be8d6cf8c5cbe7a4bae49df6e8c3a3c0bc3348c883246f5630e61bd765d6e","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-82","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-80",790,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--cover.jpg"]