I am devoted to scientific research, but you want to trick me into having a love relationship?

Chapter 421 It's time to pretend
Switzerland.

7: am.

Song Yao sat in front of the window and said good night. When she saw Xu Qingzhou promised to go to bed immediately, she put down her phone.

"This guy should really be asleep."

It's already past 1 a.m. in Boston. She's not at home, and Xu Qingzhou must be staying up late every day.

Even though he's grown up, he still causes me a lot of worry.

Song Yao shook her head, put aside her helplessness towards her boyfriend, and looked down at the notes in front of her. She was very efficient in the morning, so it was a good time to look over yesterday's knowledge.

Attending an academic conference is equivalent to reading half a year's worth of literature.

Various big names shared their research results, and I realized that economics can be played in this way. In some casual exchanges in small circles, you can see many company leaders expressing their views.

Advanced investment requires keeping abreast of the pulse of the economy, and the economy is inseparable from politics.

Some entrepreneurs used the economic bubble period in their own country as an example, describing how they chased the economic bubble at that time, how they found ways to beat inflation, and how they got the last baton before the economic bubble collapsed.

How to hedge and so on.

As she continued to study in depth, she gained a deeper understanding of the financial rules played by these old capitalist countries.

Let's take another example and compare it with the economy of Xia State. For a country with such large imports and exports, how can it produce imported inflation?

In addition to the macro-economic environment, there is also company management, how to avoid financial crises, etc.

A bell rang at the door.

Song Yao went to open the door, it was Kelly.

Kelly said hello: "I found a very good store online, let's go try it together at noon?"

"no problem."

Song Yao nodded in agreement.

"Okay, I'll reserve a seat then."

"Ah."

There was a small exchange meeting in the morning, which involved brainstorming. I was thinking almost the entire time. At noon, I combined work and rest and went to relax a little.

It has been like this these days. In addition to learning new knowledge, I have also gone with Kelly to try many local specialties.

She actually understood what Xu Qingzhou had said before: one of the greatest pleasures of attending a lecture is experiencing the local characteristics.

The only pity is that Xu Qingzhou didn’t come.

Xiaguo, Kyoto, 9pm.

Xu Zhengyang pushed open the door of dormitory 101. He came back from the library and looked at the two people in the dormitory. "Wow, you are all here."

"Read a book for a while." Zhai Ziqiang scratched his head.

Kong Xianbo nodded "hmm", with a serious expression, staring at the manuscript in front of him without saying a word.

"Alas, I should have studied harder before."

Xu Zhengyang slumped in his chair, took a long breath, and said slowly: "I just realized that everyone in our dormitory is more perverted than the other. You two have scholarships and are guaranteed to be in graduate school, and there is also Lao Xu, who is a real pervert. However, Lao Xu hasn't been pretentious for a long time, which makes people feel uncomfortable."

On this side, Zhai Ziqiang seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Xu Zhengyang finished talking to himself, stretched his neck, and saw that no one agreed with him, "Old Zhai, what's with your expression? And Old Kong, are you facing the wall and thinking about your mistakes?"

“I don’t understand it at all. The gap is too big.”

Kong Xianbo said something that left Xu Zhengyang confused.

"Have you become obsessed with work?" Xu Zhengyang looked worried. He had experienced the pain of working.

Zhai Ziqiang shrugged and explained, "Old Xu just published another paper. I guess his Taoism has been damaged again."

"Paper? What paper?"

"The Landau-Siegel Zero Problem."

Xu Zhengyang opened the Weibo and stared at it. After a moment, he shook his head and sighed, "As expected of Old Xu, it has a strong flavor."

At the same time, on the other side of the ocean, in Boston.

In the morning, Xu Qingzhou poured himself a cup of coffee to wake himself up and also checked his Weibo.

Xu Qingzhou: I am too lazy to revise it. If you are interested, you can take a look. Here is the link to arXiv.

As soon as he posted on Weibo, comments popped up like mushrooms after a rain.

[Wang Shiba’s Little Moon]: I don’t understand it, but I am deeply shocked.

[I love math]: Is there anyone who can tell me what this is? It's all in English and I can't understand it.
[Passerby Zhang San]: It seems to be the proof of the Landau-Siegel zero point conjecture, something related to the Riemann hypothesis.

[Laughing every day]: Oops, he got it.

[Little Gu who never closes]: No, wasn’t Xu Qingzhou studying some particle some time ago? How come he is studying mathematics again?
【Sodium ion 1323】: God Xu: Don’t worry about it, remember to shout 666.

[Melancholy Old Cow]: Good news: Finally someone has completely proven this shit! Bad news: My graduation thesis is ruined!
[Vertical Landing]: Brothers above, you can brag about being sniped by God Xu for the rest of your life.

"I finally feel comfortable now."

Looking at the comments, Xu Qingzhou was amazed and started a new calculation with satisfaction.

2:30 pm, Logan International Airport.

Xu Qingzhou stared at the exit, and soon he saw a slender figure in the crowd.

Song Yao tied her hair into a high ponytail, wore a white sweater with jeans, and a brown coat. With her tall figure and cool expression, she really looked like the heroine in an idol drama.

Xu Qingzhou took Song Yao's suitcase and greeted Professor Morton and others.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Xu. I think I should congratulate you on solving another world problem."

Professor Morton rarely smiled, and was somewhat amazed at Xu Qingzhou's terrifying mathematical talent. She dared to say that Xu Qingzhou's name would definitely be on the list of winners of the Fields Medal next year.

Both Song Yao and Xu Qingzhou are good young people.

"Thank you." Xu Qingzhou said modestly.

"Mr. Xu, congratulations."

"Mr. Xu, let me introduce myself. My name is Zona Ivins, and this is my business card."

Several professors who were traveling with him handed over their business cards. Xu Qingzhou didn't have the habit of carrying business cards, so he left his phone number and email address.

Song Yao was very happy when she saw Xu Qingzhou greeting several professors and exchanging contact information. She felt that being able to make friends with these old professors showed that her boyfriend was very outstanding.

5 minutes passed.

Professor Morton and his team had already left, leaving only Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao at the airport gate.

"Are you tired?" Xu Qingzhou asked, holding the soft little hand.

"Hoo~ I'm tired, hold me for a while."

Song Yao put her arms around Xu Qingzhou, buried her head in his arms, and said pitifully.

I could feel the warmth of Xu Qingzhou's chest through the sweater, which made me feel at ease.

In front of Xu Qingzhou, I can finally express my tiredness at will.

Xu Qingzhou smiled, hugged the girl tightly, and hugged her for a long time before patting her on the back, "Let's go, I'll make you something delicious."

"I want to eat braised pork."

"it is good."

“And spareribs.”

Apartment, two people walked in, and Er Miao squatted on the shoe cabinet and meowed.

"This lazy cat still has some conscience."

Xu Qingzhou came in pushing a suitcase.

"You take a rest first, I'll go cook for you."

Before he could finish his words, Song Yao pulled him over.

The girl's eyes were moist, and she put her arms around his neck, moving closer and closer, her voice soft and tender: "Teacher Xu, I don't want to eat now."

After being away for a week, she began to understand why Xu Qingzhou had said that the first thing to do when returning home should not be to eat.

Because I really want to be close to my boyfriend.

Xu Qingzhou: “.”

(End of this chapter)