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

Chapter 590 I'm tired, time to beat up my husband and rest.
Xu Qingzhou firmly believed that something was amiss when things seemed unusual, especially with this girl in front of him. When Song Yao pretended to be a weak, delicate girl or spoke in a coquettish voice, she was definitely up to something.

"No, I like girls who can box."

Xu Qingzhou answered cautiously.

Dancing is a plus for girls; who doesn't like a slim figure and the ability to do the splits?

However, girls who know Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) have an extra advantage.

Dance, like a person who is well-read and cultured, can change their temperament.

As the saying goes, things are valued for their rarity. Girls who can dance are everywhere, but girls like Song Yao who can pick up a lump of dough at the drop of a hat are rare.

Martial arts, combat sports, Sanda (Chinese kickboxing)
The effect will probably be the same, after all, Song, the school beauty, has a firm grasp on the aspect of temperament.

"You hesitated." Song Yao pursed her lips.

"I was thinking about your question. We were just talking about whether you can dance, and then it got to whether I like it or not."

Song Yao pinched Xu Qingzhou's ear: "When Zhang Yuxin transferred here before, she even danced a dance, and all the boys in the class went wild."

Jealousy? Of course not.

If she were truly jealous, her hands would act faster than her brain.

but.
This way, her vulnerability can be shown, just like when she hears her mother say things like "when we got married, she was like this," and Lao Song immediately shuts up.

This makes it easier to control Xu Qingzhou.

Xu Qingzhou was a little surprised: "Wow, even the aloof Song, the school beauty, cares about this?"

Back then, everyone did compare Song Yao and Zhang Yuxin. The former was an ethereal fairy who could only be admired from afar, while the latter was down-to-earth and had become one with everyone in the class in just half a semester.

"I don't care. I just suddenly remembered that someone used to be Zhang Yuxin's suitor, and I heard he even confessed his feelings?"

Song Yao said quietly.

She genuinely didn't care about these things at the time. When she heard Ding Jiahui gossiping with her about how the class was ranking the prettiest girls, Ding Jiahui was indignant and cursed those who ranked her second as being sick.

She scoffed at it.

I've made up my mind not to date before graduating from university.

"That's a complete rumor."

Xu Qingzhou directly refuted this and changed the subject, saying, "I think you just don't want to do housework and are deliberately using this to pressure me."

"I didn't!"

Song Yao retorted very loudly.

Sure enough, this girl's motives weren't pure.

Xu Qingzhou sighed inwardly, thankful that he was quick-witted, otherwise he would have been completely fooled.

Song Yao strode upstairs with her long legs, ready to get her clothes and take a shower. At the top of the stairs, she remembered something else and turned back to say, "My parents and aunt and uncle are planning to come over to visit in mid-December."

Xu Qingzhou remembered that Ms. Wang had mentioned going to the north to see the rime ice, so she thought, "Why don't you stay with us for two days and then fly to the Northeast?"

"Correct."

“Let’s book their plane tickets. They’re getting on in years, so they need better transportation. They definitely won’t be willing to spend the money if they buy their own.”

"I've already told my aunt that we'll book business class."

"She agreed?"

Xu Qingzhou was surprised. Ms. Wang was usually extremely frugal, but she could haggle with the vegetable vendor for half a day over a few cents.

"Yes, I mean it's us children who are showing them filial piety."

Take a two-day break this weekend. One autumn rain brings a chill; last week's light rain brought a drop in temperature in Kyoto.

After being busy for more than ten days in a row, the two of them went out shopping on Saturday and bought some warmer clothes.

On Sunday, a light drizzle was falling outside the window, and the damp air seeped in through the cracks in the window, filling the room with the scent of autumn rain.

After a long day and a wild night out, neither of us wanted to get out of bed.

It wasn't until 10 a.m. that Song Yao finally got up to tidy up the house. The bedroom was a mess, with stockings and underwear scattered everywhere.
Before she could even get up, Xu Qingzhou grabbed her waist and pulled her close.

"Xu Qingzhou~"

"Lie down a little longer~ Ouch~ Are you a dog?"

Xu Qingzhou grinned, revealing two neat rows of teeth marks on his chest.

"Deserved it."

Song Yao glared at him, went out in her pajamas, and thought to herself, "You know it hurts to bite your chest, right?"

Xu Qingzhou shook his head, put his hands behind his head, and stared at the ceiling to conserve his energy. While Song Yao was making lunch, he groped his way up and tidied up the bedroom and other things.

In the afternoon, the two of them got busy with their business.

In the study, Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao were engrossed in their own tasks.

Two cats lay on the sofa, drowsy. After two months of staying here, the initial novelty had worn off, and the lazy cat had become just like before.

Xu Qingzhou is considering the problems of the lithium dendrite experimental group. Since the emergence of the problem of lithium deposition stress accumulation, there have been two solutions. The first one used mechanical pressure control to apply external pressure to inhibit lithium dendrite growth.

The second method is a technology developed by Xu Qingzhou a few days ago, which involves constructing a LiF/GO composite artificial SEI layer in the battery. Experiments will begin next week.

"But data shows that even with the construction of an artificial SEI layer, the battery performance still does not reach the ideal state."

Xu Qingzhou squinted at the data on the computer screen. The performance included lithium dendrites, cycle count, coulombic efficiency, and so on, requiring comprehensive consideration.

We need to find a way to come up with something new.

"We still need to start with the gradient interface, and design the gradient mechanism and self-healing mechanism." Xu Qingzhou twirled his pen, considering which aspects to focus on.

Half an hour passed.

Xu Qingzhou stopped, put away his calculation manuscript and tossed it aside. He wanted to try topological surface state catalysis, but it seemed to have little future.

"It's tough. Let's rest for a few minutes first."

He shifted his position and lazily slumped onto the sofa, his gaze falling on the girl beside him.

Song Yao looked serious, occasionally her eyebrows furrowed as if she had encountered some difficulties. She would write in her notebook for a while, then patiently reach out and tuck a few stray hairs from her forehead behind her ear.

Song Yao's research topic has been finalized. She plans to study the cognitive bias correction mechanism of corporate venture capital decisions in the context of digital transformation. She wants to see if the error rate of corporate venture capital decisions can be reduced from 35% in the traditional model to below 12% through the three-in-one path of "data penetration-algorithm checks and balances-organizational evolution".

She plans to spend a month completing the first phase of problem definition and literature review.

Xu Qingzhou picked up his phone from the table and snapped two photos.

Meanwhile, Song Yao finally noticed that Xu Qingzhou was secretly taking pictures of her, and started muttering to herself, "We're always together, I don't know what's so interesting about taking pictures of us."

"That's different. This kind of ladylike charm that you can't fake all the time."

Xu Qingzhou was admiring the photos, marveling at how beautiful a woman is, even in close-up shots, her looks were still stunning. But he soon realized something was wrong.

Looking up, he saw Song Yao staring at him with an unfriendly expression.

"No, no, the explanation I can give is... murdering her husband!"

Song Yao's eyes darkened. She rubbed her wrist and walked towards the sofa. She was tired and wanted to hit her husband to rest for a bit.

(End of this chapter)