I'm a scientist, why can't I have faith?

This journey was longer than Wang Dong had imagined. For some reason, even on a weekend morning, the Yanjing subway was packed with people.

The two were squeezed to the very edge of the carriage by the crowd, very close together. Wang Dong used his body to create some space so that the two of them wouldn't be too crowded.

Shangguan Sihan's height was just up to Wang Dong's mouth, and since the two were very close, Wang Dong could clearly smell a unique floral fragrance on Shangguan Sihan.

After maintaining a relatively uncomfortable posture for a while, the subway finally arrived at the station.

Following the flow of people, the two successfully squeezed off the bus.

Even during the off-season for tourism, Yanjing is never short of people.

Especially national treasure-level scenic spots like Tiananmen Square and the Forbidden City attract a constant stream of visitors year-round.

There were a decent number of tourists today; although not a small number, they weren't so many that they couldn't walk.

You can also find backgrounds without people when taking photos.

The Forbidden City was built from the sixteenth year of the Yongle reign to the sixth year of the Zhengtong reign, making it a full six hundred years old today.

To be able to see its beauty in this day and age is already a miracle.

Wang Dong patiently explained the history of the Forbidden City to Shangguan Sihan, who was standing to the side.

"Hey, I didn't realize Wang Dong was so knowledgeable."

Wang Dong smiled. He had watched a lot of documentaries during his summer vacation, and everything he had just said was from those documentaries.

This is where the advantage of a high memory comes in. Although he only read it once, Wang Dong, who has a memory rating of 0.2, can clearly recall the contents.

It may seem useless, but in certain specific situations it can be a game-changer.

For example, Wang Dong has provided a lot of topics for discussion on this trip by leveraging his own experience.

Although it wasn't the first time Wang Dong had met Shangguan Sihan, he wasn't at the point where he couldn't have endless topics to talk about with anyone.

"Wang Dong, can you take a picture of me?"

Shangguan Sihan pulled out a camera from somewhere. Wang Dong had always thought this woman was amazing, like Doraemon, always able to accomplish things he never expected.

The red walls of the Forbidden City make for an excellent spot for taking photos.

Although Wang Dong doesn't understand photography, he understands space under the influence of his mathematical intuition.

He always manages to find the perfect angle, capturing not only Shangguan Sihan but also the upturned eaves of the palace behind her, creating a unique composition.

"I didn't expect Wang Dong's photography skills to be so surprisingly good."

Shangguan Sihan examined Wang Dong's masterpieces one by one, her mouth never stopping praising them.

Although Wang Dong's composition is indeed good, it doesn't actually enhance the portrait very well. Ultimately, Shangguan Sihan is just naturally photogenic.

"If I had known you were such a good photographer, I would have worn ancient costume."

Shangguan Sihan seemed a little regretful, but Wang Dong thought that she looked good in photos whether she wore ancient costumes or not.

"Wang Dong, give me a smile."

Before Wang Dong could react, Shangguan Sihan pressed the shutter button on her camera.

A slightly youthful yet handsome photo has just been released.

"Let me take the picture for you. Get closer and remember to smile."

Under Shangguan Sihan's guidance, Wang Dong also has his own "fashion blockbuster".

The morning passed quickly, and the two of them had lunch at the Ice Cellar Restaurant.

The table was narrow, and when two people sat facing each other, their knees would occasionally touch.

During a chance encounter, Wang Dong noticed that Shangguan Sihan was always staring at him.

In the afternoon, they strolled through the East and West Six Palaces. There were far fewer people. In the long alleyway flanked by red walls, only the two of them walked side by side.

Throughout the entire process, there was none of the silence Wang Dong had anticipated; it seemed that the two of them always had endless topics to discuss.

Even after returning to school, Wang Dong still felt a sense of unfinished business.

"It's such a pity you didn't come, Dongzi. The old class monitor treated everyone to a lavish meal today."

"This is the first time I've ever seen such a big king crab."

After a satisfying meal, the first thing Gong Zhan did upon returning to his dormitory was to share what he had seen and heard that day.

Listening to his sharing, Wang Dong couldn't empathize at all. Apart from the part about walking around the Tsinghua campus, the rest was as boring as he had imagined.

He really disliked Chinese-style dinner parties; Wang Dong always felt that conversations at the dinner table were very insincere.

After the series of outputs ended, Gong Zhan finally remembered to ask Wang Dong about his story.

"By the way, who did you go out with today? You even canceled your class reunion."

Wang Dong was about to answer when Gong Zhan, who had just opened his WeChat Moments, suddenly shouted out.

"Did you go out with Shangguan Sihan? Or were you alone?"

Wang Dong glanced at Gong Zhan's phone; he had just seen Shangguan Sihan's recent post on WeChat Moments.

A short caption paired with a nine-grid image—a standard everyday share.

However, the sharp-eyed Gong Zhan immediately noticed Wang Dong's figure in the nine-square grid.

"Why didn't you invite me? You've changed, Dongzi. Our friendship can't compete with women after all..."

"No, no, no, you've completely misunderstood."

Wang Dong is trying his best to comfort his close friend.

"I was chatting with Shangguan privately, and I originally suggested adding you, but she seemed to prefer it to be just the two of us."

After Wang Dong's explanation, Gong Zhan became even more heartbroken.

What do you mean I'm being rejected? I've known Shangguan Sihan for much longer!

Why didn't you invite me when you went out to play? Who wouldn't want to hang out with pretty girls?

Gong Zhan couldn't accept it. He and Wang Dong looked pretty much the same, so why was this kid so popular?

You know, at the party today, those girls asked me why Wang Dong didn't come.

We're all roommates, so why is there such a big difference in how we're treated?

Wang Dong also expressed his helplessness, saying that he only knows one playstyle that is extremely dependent on modeling, and even if he shared it with Gong Zhan, he probably wouldn't be able to use it.

Even on the campus of Yenching University, stories of youth unfold all the time.

Students at Peking University enjoyed a pleasant weekend.

However, for professors, weekends are also working days, since scientific research doesn't have a two-day weekend.

Shortly after getting off the plane, Du Fan did not choose to go home, but went to his laboratory on his own.

The meeting in Jinling lasted for three days, and I need to hurry back to deal with the work that had accumulated during that time.

Although academicians have their own teams and don't have to do many things personally, there are still some tasks that require their personal involvement to move forward.

After checking the work progress of his subordinates, Du Fan took some time to reply to emails that had accumulated over the past week.

The academician's email inbox is not as busy as people imagine. After all, in China, people usually communicate using software like WeChat and QQ, and the inbox is mostly filled with emails related to international collaborations.

Normally, emails should be entirely in English, but today a Chinese email appeared, with a subject line related to his previous lectures to undergraduate students.

He seems to be a studious student...