[{"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-93":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},2333229,4563,"Chapter 93: Could I Really Be That Incompetent?","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-93",93,"\u003Cp>Dorm 101.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the now-darkened Xu Zhengyang, Xu Qingzhou could only say: You’re truly a piece of work—thousands of words boiled down to one: “Old Xu, take care of your health.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Xianbo and Zhai Ziqiang both wore expressions of admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They made up a full day of classes on Sunday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>September 30th, Monday—the National Day holiday was about to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou’s afternoon classes ended early, but Song Yao didn’t finish until past five, so he returned to the dorm to wait for her; after that, they’d head straight to the airport to meet Guo Ziyang and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d catch a night flight back to Rongcheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou originally thought leaving at night was too rushed, but Guo Ziyang and the others wanted to get home early—they were traveling far for the first time and missed home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Xianbo and Zhai Ziqiang were leaving tomorrow; they’d planned to go to the library, and soon the dorm was left with only Xu Qingzhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read! {\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I only brought some clothes and cosmetics,” Song Yao said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single inch moved?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou took Song Yao’s suitcase. “Seven days? Do you really need to bring this much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regarding the Cramér conjecture, there are currently two major approaches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both methods ultimately require the college’s supercomputer to perform large-scale prime number sieving, enhancing computational and analytical capabilities for prime distribution patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Check-in procedures completed, luggage checked in. At 8:10 p.m., Xu Qingzhou and the other three boarded the plane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding Jiahui thought it over and agreed—it was unpleasant sitting by the aisle, constantly jostled by passersby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, no—this woman Song Yao couldn’t be judged by normal standards; it must be her problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About ten minutes later, a striking figure appeared in Xu Qingzhou’s line of sight: she wore a white dress, radiating the pure, innocent vibe of a freshman, pushing a suitcase reaching up to her waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t waste time and proceeded according to his pre-written plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After discussion, they decided to buy tickets for the 8:30 p.m. flight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six p.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was similar to the multiple-times-censored version of the proof earlier, except the process was countless times more complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao nudged Ding Jiahui with her elbow. “Jiahui, did you sleep well?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou said solemnly: “Protecting girls—two big guys like us should sit by the aisle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look, aren’t they both happy?” Xu Qingzhou spread his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou went to the south gate to wait for Song Yao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glancing sideways, Ding Jiahui was also dozing off, leaning against Guo Ziyang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou’s lips twitched as he turned to Song Yao: “Did you pack your entire dorm bed into this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?” Guo Ziyang didn’t get it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao and Ding Jiahui were browsing Taobao, whispering about which clothes looked better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See you at the start of term,” Zhai Ziqiang smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zhengyang paused at the door, thinking of something: “By the way, I’m definitely the first one here—no one gets in without bringing local specialties.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou nodded: “Call me Dad first, then I’ll bring you something.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou shook his head and dragged his suitcase with Song Yao toward the subway entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao didn’t understand what he wanted, but still extended her left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night sky was clear, stars glittering; the plane taxied along the runway, slowly ascending, the brilliant lights of the city below fading from view. Xu Qingzhou held Song Yao’s hand, studying it—pale, slender fingers, beautiful. He pinched them a few times—soft, cool, and chilly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled, murmuring: “Let me see your hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao pursed her lips, thinking: Why weren’t you this thoughtful before? You always make me angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao jerked her hand back as if shocked, glaring at him in embarrassment and anger: “Xu Qingzhou, if you want to take advantage of me, just say it outright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Boeing 747 had four consecutive middle seats; according to the boarding passes, the order should be Guo Ziyang, Xu Qingzhou, Song Yao, Ding Jiahui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhai Ziqiang scratched his head, shyly looking at Xu Zhengyang: “Then I’m Uncle Three.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first approach: use different sieving methods—Eratosthenes sieve, Xia Country’s Remainder Theorem sieve, etc.—to precisely understand prime distribution, then find suitable mathematical tools to construct a model.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll be Uncle Two,” Kong Xianbo said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brothers, see you at the start of term!” Xu Zhengyang, whose home was in Beijing, packed his bags after class and waved goodbye with a carefree gesture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Ziyang gave Xu Qingzhou a grateful look and successfully moved to sit beside Ding Jiahui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s trying to take advantage of you? I just suspect you’ve mutated—why else would you have this much strength? Ouch! Why are you pinching me again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zhengyang: “.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First stirrings of love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou still couldn’t figure it out—was he really just incapable?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He brought very little: a backpack with two sets of spare clothes, plus his computer and research manuscripts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re too thin—it’s uncomfortable to sleep like this,” Song Yao murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Passing through security, he lifted the suitcase, preparing to place it on the conveyor belt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s all your fault,” Ding Jiahui retorted. “We’re supposed to be sisters, but you just lean your head on Xu Qingzhou’s shoulder like that.” She didn’t feel she’d done anything wrong—even criticized Song Yao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Ziyang couldn’t sleep at all; he sat bolt upright. Seeing Xu Qingzhou looking at him, he just kept grinning foolishly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he spoke, he saw Song Yao gripping the handle with her left hand, lifting the suitcase effortlessly onto the conveyor belt, expression calm, chin raised slightly—clearly implying: Is that all? Xu Qingzhou: “.” On the subway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the campus gate, students everywhere pushed suitcases, preparing to go home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qingzhou pointed to the leftmost seat, originally Ding Jiahui’s: “Fatty, sit over there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Xu Qingzhou woke up drowsily, he realized his shoulder felt heavy—he turned to see Song Yao fast asleep, her head resting on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, daytime flight tickets weren’t cheap these days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He applied force—and the terrifying downward pull from the suitcase froze him in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At seven p.m., the two met Guo Ziyang and Ding Jiahui at the airport; apart from Xu Qingzhou, all three others had suitcases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among these, it still requires constructing an upper-bound function for prime gaps using the zeta function.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao sat down and whispered to Xu Qingzhou: “You really say whatever comes to mind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the plane stabilized, Xu Qingzhou joked around and soon felt sleepy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At 11:30 p.m., the plane landed in Rongcheng; as soon as they exited the cabin, the temperature surged—he took off his coat and held it in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second approach: use analytic number theory—apply mathematical analysis methods like series and integrals to deeply study prime distribution patterns and properties, and also employ statistical physics methods to examine prime clustering and distribution modes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding Jiahui gave him a look as if she’d seen through him: “I can tell—you say you don’t want it, but your body’s very honest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao said nothing, her gaze drifting elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Song Yao and Ding Jiahui lagging behind, Xu Qingzhou sighed helplessly: “Are you two turtles? Walk faster!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yao’s father was off today and said he’d come pick them up—he’d been waiting at the airport entrance for half an hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1215,"2026-06-20T21:06:39.533Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a4a8d6c15c6158039799496c1ea5b5356432ce2fdedb2a2b60f06d0a4ac9a645","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-94","i-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--chapter-92",790,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-focused-on-science-but-you-want-to-trick-me--cover.jpg"]