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

Chapter 653 Accidentally, I'm trending again.

As time went by, a pile of manuscripts appeared on the desk.

"Well, it turns out this approach doesn't work."

Xu Qingzhou stared at the manuscript with a headache, then shook his head after a while, took out a new A4 sheet of paper from the side, and muttered to himself: "Try the multi-objective particle swarm optimization algorithm again. Hmm, let's first introduce the Pareto front selection strategy of the NSGA-II framework to balance the intensity and density indices."

10 minutes passed.

Just as Xu Qingzhou was immersed in complex calculations, the vibration of his desktop phone pulled him back to reality.

Song, the school beauty, on the phone.

He then noticed that the sun had already set below the southwest horizon, and the orange sunlight had tinged the clouds on the horizon with red.

A rare sunset and evening glow view.

"Come down for dinner, I'll be waiting for you in the lobby on the first floor."

When the call connected, Song Xiaohua's voice remained cool and aloof.

Song Yao hasn't been to the company lately; she's spent most of her time at the research institute.

Her current model requires the institute's supercomputing resources, so she's been staying in her office today.

Xu Qingzhou looked at the equation in front of him.

[Objective function design: ext{Minimize}\quad f =\alpha \cdot \left(1 -\frac{\eta_]]

I was still enjoying myself and didn't want to leave, just like a captain being interrupted during takeoff.

Those of us who have been pilots know how frustrating it is to be stuck in the middle.

However, he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll be right down."

He was certain that if he dared to refuse, Song, the school beauty, would be right in front of him within three minutes and smash his head in.

My Sassy Girlfriend.

Xu Qingzhou smiled and sighed, then quickly packed his things and went downstairs.

In the living room, a girl in a gray coat stood gracefully, her hair draped over her shoulders. Her delicate and perfect features were serene, and she exuded the aura of a powerful professional woman.

"Let's go."

Xu Qingzhou walked up.

The two held hands, but before Xu Qingzhou could even squeeze them, Song Yao shook him off.

"This is at work," Song Yao reminded her in a low voice.

"You reached out first."

Xu Qingzhou coughed lightly and looked around. Fortunately, at this time, most people were either eating or had already left work, so there weren't many people in the lobby.

Subconscious actions are the most deadly.

He usually likes to hold Song Yao's little hands and play with them.

The two had already made a pact to keep their distance at work, since as the head of the research institute, it wouldn't be appropriate for them to be seen pulling and tugging in public.

Song Yao scoffed and walked side by side with Xu Qingzhou to the cafeteria, changing the subject, "If I hadn't called you, would you have been eating so late at night again?"

"No, I was just about to call you for dinner if you hadn't called."

"Nonsense, when you were silent just now, you were probably thinking about finishing the calculation before coming down."

"We're truly a couple; look how perfectly we understand each other."

"Ha, I know your character well."

The institute's cafeteria is quite good, with two floors, enough to feed hundreds of people, but given the current small number of people, only the bottom floor is open.

Half an hour later.

Two young men walked out of the cafeteria.

The sun had completely sunk below the horizon, the streetlights on both sides of the research institute were on, and the vegetation coverage was quite good. After nightfall, the environment was exceptionally quiet, giving people a sense of leisure.

"To be honest, if we were to rank the institute's cafeterias, ours would definitely be in the top ten in the country."

Xu Qingzhou patted his belly contentedly. In his previous life, he had visited various research institutes, some of which were quite poor and their canteens were truly bland and watery.

Song Yao didn't refute it; at least the food at the research institute's cafeteria was better than that at Peking University.

Of course, the best thing is to cook it at home.

"Let's take a stroll for a while."

Song Yao had slurped down a large bowl of noodles that evening and was feeling quite energetic. Looking at the tranquil scenery, she decided to drag Xu Qingzhou along to digest their food. "I..."

Xu Qingzhou was still thinking about the formulas on the table that he hadn't finished calculating.

"Don't refuse."

"Okay, take a walk after dinner, and you'll live to ninety-nine."

The temperature at night will still drop below zero, and the chilly wind caresses your face, taking away a bit of the fatigue from the intense mental work of the day.

Along the way, there were quite a few researchers who, like Xu Qingzhou and his companion, were taking a walk during their meal breaks.

How's your paper coming along?

"It should be finished before May."

Xu Qingzhou, with his hands in his pockets, slowly followed beside Song Yao and asked, "Is there really nothing I can do? Does this make me seem like a useless husband?"

"As a reward, you'll be responsible for the housework for the next two months."

Walking outside, Song Yao felt completely relaxed. After finishing work and having dinner, she could take her husband for a walk. Nothing could be more comfortable than this.

"You can let me do some more hard work, like giving you a shoulder massage or a foot massage at night."

Xu Qingzhou gave her advice.

Song Yao rolled her eyes at the guy next to her, as if he were an idiot.

Is this manual labor?
Every time she massaged a spot, she would move on to another spot, and in the end, she was the one who got tired.

March is a transitional period between winter and spring, with significant temperature fluctuations. Sure enough, a light snowfall arrived at the beginning of the month, which still brought down the recently risen temperatures.

Xu Qingzhou pushed open the door to his home and couldn't help but rub his hands together. He was still busy with the calculations for the large model today, and estimated that it would take at least another week.

Ross has already finalized the order for controlled nuclear fusion equipment in Germany, which will be delivered to Xia Country by the end of March, while most of the equipment purchased domestically has already arrived.

Under the leadership of Academician Ren Nan, the controlled nuclear fusion project team is proceeding smoothly and efficiently, with all tasks progressing in an orderly manner.

Zhao Shengwen and Zheng Xu are proceeding as usual, conducting iterative experiments, but there's still no good news.

"What a damn weather."

Fortunately, the heating was still on, and the room was warm and cozy.

"What are you looking at so intently?"

Xu Qingzhou entered the house in slippers and saw Song Yao sitting cross-legged on the sofa, staring at a tablet with a serious expression.

Two cats lay lazily to the side, still as useless as ever.

"Company documents from Guo Ziyang and Jia Hui's studio."

"How are the changes going?"

"All right."

Seeing Xu Qingzhou sit down, Song Yao changed her approach, leaning against the sofa and putting her legs on Xu Qingzhou's legs.

This is the most comfortable time after finishing work.

Xu Qingzhou squeezed her clean, white feet. "You didn't wash your feet, did you?"

"It's washed!"

"That's a shame."

"."

Song Yao ignored the person and finished reading the last two pages of the document.

Xu Qingzhou didn't ask Guo Ziyang about their studio anymore. With Song Xiaohua taking action, all the agreements and liability statements must have been clarified. He took out his phone.

I heard my phone ringing incessantly while I was driving.

Dorm 101 has received over 99 messages.

Xu Zhengyang: "Old Xu, you're trending again!"

Zhai Ziqiang: "666".

Kong Xianbo: "666".

Xu Qingzhou had a strange expression. He had been busy with models lately and didn't seem to have done anything particularly outrageous.

However, upon seeing Xu Zhengyang's Weibo post, he instantly understood.

(End of this chapter)