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

Chapter 681: Let's do something different.
Saturday.

On July 11, a heavy rain overnight washed away the heat that had lasted for more than two weeks, and it was still raining outside the window in the morning.

In the bedroom.

Xu Qingzhou stared blankly at the ceiling. He had been working non-stop these past few days, running around the lithium dendrite group. He thought he could rest for a couple of days, but now he had to worry about the shuttle effect.

Today, they had arranged to have dinner with Guo Ziyang and his friends, taking a rare break.

Xu Qingzhou's thoughts drifted away.

Beside her, Song Yao was fast asleep, murmuring a few words before snuggling closer to Xu Qingzhou, draping her long legs over him.

This girl is probably exhausted.

Seeing the girl clinging to him like an octopus, Xu Qingzhou couldn't help but laugh. It was the weekend, and the two of them had a pretty wild time last night.

He glanced at the bedroom, where the "battle" had raged; stockings, short skirts...
"Whoo~"

"Entering July truly means that half of the year has passed."

Xu Qingzhou put his hands behind his head.

The progress of all projects at the institute is going quite well.

The lithium dendrite group is nearing completion, and some researchers are even beginning to shift their focus towards the nuclear fusion group.

Although Zheng Xu's side faces some obstacles, it is still at the forefront compared to other institutions.

On the controlled nuclear fusion side, they are still conducting radiation resistance tests on superconducting thin films, and are also configuring self-developed microwave reflectors and laser interferometers to monitor plasma density and temperature distribution in real time.

"Now we'll see how things go on Hu Jingxuan's side."

"If the layered design is feasible and the performance meets the standards, nitrogen/boron co-doped carbon nanotubes may have unexpected effects on solving the shuttle effect."

"From a mathematical point of view, it should meet the standard."

"Once the shuttle effect is resolved, I can devote myself fully to the field of fusion."

"There's been a lot of activity in the battery industry lately, but it's all been small-scale and uninteresting. It seems we'll have to wait for something big to come and give everyone something different."

"Controlled nuclear fusion."

Some even say that the realization of controlled nuclear fusion would be a quantum leap in civilization, far surpassing the combined significance of the discovery of fire and the Industrial Revolution.

This may be an exaggeration, but it is enough to illustrate the importance of controlled nuclear fusion.

Once realized, humanity will enter an era of "zero scarcity"—energy, resources, and space will no longer be limited, and war, pollution, and poverty may become historical terms.

Just as Xu Qingzhou was lost in his fantasies, the girl in his arms woke up, yawning as she sat up.

It's 9 o'clock.

"It's still early, why don't you lie down a bit longer?" Xu Qingzhou invited.

"Get up and clean the house."

Song Yao urged him on expressionlessly.

The bedroom was a complete mess, an eyesore, and many of the clothes were ones she had put on herself.

It's definitely too easy to make some strange decisions at night.

Song Yao, already dressed in her pajamas, looked at the boy on the bed, who was smiling and staring at her with the lights on, and immediately felt a surge of anger.

"What are you looking at?" Song Yao glared at the guy with an arrogant and aloof expression.

"Teacher Song, you probably don't want others to know about your strange hobbies, do you?"

Xu Qingzhou leaned against the headboard and said lazily.

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Song Yao's expression froze, her composure instantly crumbling. Her previous aloofness turned into rage and shame, and she lunged fiercely at the bed.

"Xu Qingzhou, I'll bite you to death!"

"squeak~"

"Ugh~ Xu Qingzhou! Why are you taking off my clothes?!" In the end, the two of them stayed in bed until 11:30 before getting up.

Xu Qingzhou was still savoring the moment, marveling at how wonderful life was. Meanwhile, Song Yao lay on the bed, burying her face in her hair.

Lying down allows you to conserve your energy.

Xu Qingzhou leaned over, gently brushed Song Yao's hair aside, and pinched her cheek. "Teacher Song, shall I make you some noodles?"

Song Yao's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

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Xu Qingzhou added at the end, "Cook noodles."

Song Yao rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay attention to this person. She buried her head in the pillow, wanting only to lie down and not move at all, just wanting to be a quiet and beautiful girl.
No, a tragic girl.

They were no match for Xu Qingzhou at all.

After lingering in bed for 10 minutes, Song Yao finally got up, took a quick shower in the bathroom, and when she came out, Xu Qingzhou put the fried egg on top of the noodles.

"Let's eat noodles."

Xu Qingzhou greeted the girl wearing a shower cap.

To be fair, while Xu Qingzhou's cooking skills aren't great, his noodles are definitely better than mine.

Song Yao strode over with her long legs, slurped a couple of mouthfuls of noodles, and with the energy gone, she finally felt her strength returning.

After finishing the noodles.

The two tidied up the house again, and at 12:30 pm, they drove out.

Guo Ziyang and Ding Jiahui now live in the Shaoyaoju Beili residential area near the University of International Business and Economics.

The two places are less than 30 miles apart.

After leaving Xishan No. 1 Courtyard, the white Wrangler drove south to Yongfeng Road, crossed Xiaojiahe Bridge and entered the North Fifth Ring Road, then drove east along the North Fifth Ring Road.

There wasn't much traffic, and we arrived at Guo Ziyang's place in 40 minutes.

A two-bedroom apartment.

It was smaller than Xu Qingzhou's place in Yandong Garden near Peking University, but it was quite cozy. They even had an American Shorthair dog with a black spot on its nose, hence the name "Spot."

Their studio is located in the Ziguang Development Building, a few kilometers away, with a monthly rent of four thousand.

In the afternoon, the sun was still scorching.

Even the two girls who love shopping gave up the idea of ​​going out and just wanted to stay at home and enjoy the air conditioning.

So the four of them stayed home and played games for an hour before going out to buy groceries at 3 p.m., planning to have hot pot for dinner.

After returning from grocery shopping, the two girls went back into the kitchen to prepare the food, while Xu Qingzhou and Guo Ziyang chatted in the living room about their recent situations.

"Sure enough, running my own studio is completely different from what I imagined."

Guo Ziyang was already holding a thermos, which contained goji berries and dates.

"Before, I was only responsible for architecture design, but now I have to do everything myself, both the front-end and back-end."

Xu Qingzhou sat beside him, munching on an apple, and asked, "How about the collaboration with the other people? Are there still disputes?"

It had been quite a while since I'd seen Guo Ziyang, and he looked much older and thinner than during the Chinese New Year.

"Yes, we discuss things together."

Guo Ziyang said with a smile.

Xu Qingzhou nodded. It's good that there are fewer people now. Generally speaking, 93% of startups with "like-minded" partners eventually disintegrate or are forced to reorganize due to differences in interests or philosophies.

As a company grows, deviations in strategic goals among partners, imbalances in equity distribution, and disordered role positioning can all become ticking time bombs.

Although Song Yao tried her best to avoid these situations when helping them draft the contract, the studio may be completely different in a few years, and it's hard to say how it will actually develop.

(End of this chapter)