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

Chapter 487 Have you ever thought about being in heat all the time?

living room.

In early September, it gets dark relatively late. The setting sun hangs on the skyline, dyeing the clouds into a gentle orange-pink color, like a canvas lightly painted with a watercolor pen.

Song Yao was so angry when she saw Xu Qingzhou putting the blame on her. It was obvious that this guy was deliberately making her think the wrong thing.

Cheesy.

I really want to punch him into the wall.

Seeing that Song Yao looked unhappy, Xu Qingzhou stopped teasing her and asked, "Do you want to go out for a walk and take a breath?"

Song Yao glanced out the window and nodded. She had been in the office all day, and the weather seemed good in the evening, suitable for going out for a walk.

They left as soon as they said they would. They put on their coats, changed their shoes and went out.

The sun was already above the city line, shining obliquely from the southwest, casting shadows of pedestrians along the Charles River, creating a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.

Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao held hands and walked towards the Harvard Bridge.

The river bank was crowded with people, tourists and residents who were out for a walk after work.

Song Yao stood by the river, took a deep breath, and felt much more relaxed. She tilted her head and asked Xu Qingzhou beside her: "Is the experiment going well?"

"no problem."

Xu Qingzhou also relaxed at this moment and said lazily: "The first step of the long march has been taken, but the challenges are still ahead, so take your time."

"Professor Xu, I have your back."

Xu Qingzhou was happy. School Beauty Song was really obsessed with supporting him. She smiled and said, "Okay, if the experiment fails, I will go home and be a full-time househusband who does the laundry, cooking and taking care of the children."

Song Yao curled her lips and looked towards the rippling lake in the distance, thinking that this guy had a nice idea. What's the point of a child? He's just a kid.

Xu Qingzhou leaned on the railing and acted as a wife-watching rock again. The river breeze carrying the scent of algae blew over, and a few strands of hair on Song Yao's forehead swayed in the wind. She took the trouble to hook them behind her ears again and again.

so good.

He turned around, and like Song Yao, he rested his chin on his hand, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, his thoughts drifting.

The second autumn after coming to Boston
It feels like the time was stolen by someone.

Seeing Xu Qingzhou in a daze, Song Yao slowly moved over and leaned into his arms. This beautiful scene could only be comfortable if the two of them were close to each other.

Time passed little by little, the sun set below the horizon at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the temperature gradually dropped.

"Let's go back." Song Yao came out of Xu Qingzhou's arms.

"and many more."

Xu Qingzhou held Song Yao's face. Song Yao opened her big watery eyes and did not push her hand away as she usually did.

Schoolgirl Song’s hair is a little messier than before, and it looks very torn, making people want to pinch it again.

Song Yao blinked and didn't move. Xu Qingzhou really liked pinching her face. In fact, she sometimes also liked Xu Qingzhou pinching her face, so that she could pretend to be a weak little girl - without wearing makeup.

“Never thought it would be like this.”

Xu Qingzhou turned around and took Song Yao's hand and walked back, letting out a long sigh. After a busy day, he came back to spend time with his partner, a heavenly life.

"You haven't thought about it?" Song Yao was incredulous.

"Isn't this normal?"

Xu Qingzhou found it even more incredible. Who could have imagined that a few years later he would be holding hands with Song Yao, watching the sunset and strolling in a foreign country.

Song Yao twitched her lips and followed Xu Qingzhou for a while, but couldn't help asking, "What if I keep getting horny? How do I solve this?"

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This guy can't sit still at all. When the two of them hug each other, he often puts his hands on himself.

Yes, animals will go into heat, like cats, which are concentrated in spring and autumn, or about 20 days, and have a heat period of about a week. But Xu Qingzhou seems to be in heat every day.

If she's not around, just entertain yourself?
Xu Qingzhou's face darkened. He hooked his finger in Song Yao's palm and retorted, "It was obviously you who seduced me."

"嘁~"

Song Yao snorted. She was just going along with it at most, mainly because this guy was a pervert.

It was getting dark, and two young men who had gone out for some fresh air just returned home.

Xu Qingzhou poured Song Yao a glass of water and went to the computer to read a paper on superconducting films. He was not worried about the experiments that Carson and others were in charge of.

After all, the data from the first experiment are usually not very good, so just proceed step by step.

Song Yao was half lying on the sofa reading some information. There were not many actual cases that could be used for reference. High-frequency trading models were core confidential, and the academic community could only conduct academic research and speculation through public market behaviors, such as signal generation, order execution logic, and risk control parameters.

These days she is performing the first step simulation of market microstructure modeling, training LSTM models through historical order flow patterns, predicting short-term liquidity changes, and optimizing execution paths.

I also set a small goal: within this month, write a guerrilla algorithm to detect iceberg orders, dynamically adjust the order splitting strategy, and reduce market impact costs.

However, after reading the information for half an hour, she put down the tablet and took a rest.

You don’t need to work so hard during your period, just take a rest when you are tired.

Anyway
Song Yao glanced at Xu Qingzhou. With this guy around, she could exploit him and make him do hard labor for her.

Time passed by minute by minute.

10 pm.

Xu Qingzhou stretched himself, walked over and held Song Yao's legs in his arms. Seeing that the girl still seemed to be in low spirits, he asked, "Can I massage them for you?"

Song Yao was chatting with Ding Jiahui. She moved and raised her feet to make it easier for Xu Qingzhou to sit closer, and put her thighs on Xu Qingzhou.

Xu Qingzhou rubbed Song Yao's belly for a while, then suggested, "Why don't you beat me up?"

"Are you sick?"

Song Yao's hands froze as she was typing, and a complicated expression appeared on her pretty face.

There is reason to suspect that Xu Qingzhou's abnormal psychology has worsened, and he wants her to beat him up whenever he has nothing to do.

too frightening.

"Don't you feel happy when you beat people up?"

Xu Qingzhou pinched Song Yao's hand. Her little hand was tender and soft, but it did hurt a little when he pinched her.

Song Yao narrowed her eyes, but finally resisted the urge to take action. She could not satisfy this guy's perverted request, and it would make her look like a real violent person.

"Get away, I don't want you to rub me anymore!"

The two of them sat on the sofa for ten minutes before Xu Qingzhou was driven away by Song Yao.

Just rub your belly. The more you rub it, the higher it goes. You deserve a beating.

Xu Qingzhou sat back in front of the computer happily. School Beauty Song was in better condition than in the morning, which meant she was recovering.

He plans to preliminarily establish several optimization models based on the data, starting with a quadratic polynomial model to establish a quantitative relationship between process parameters and film properties such as Jc to guide experimental design.

In addition, a kinetic model must be established based on the data in order to simulate film growth and find the optimal experimental conditions.

Before starting to make the model, Xu Qingzhou checked his email first.

There are more than a dozen unread emails piled up in my mailbox.

He took a quick look and found that most of them were scholars who wanted to seek mathematical cooperation. He did not waste time and rejected them one by one.

(End of this chapter)