Chapter 208 I Want to Kick Him Down Yandong Garden. On the sofa, Song Yao had a tense face and stared intently at the comment section, occasionally frowning and dragging some uncivilized remarks into the small black room. After taking a few glances, Xu Qingzhou lost interest in the comments and turned his gaze to Song Yao. The light from the phone reflected on his eyes, with a few rays falling beside his round chin. His expression was serious and earnest when he was concentrating, and his fingers tapped on the screen. Xu Qingzhou glanced at the little white socks and whispered, "It's weird to still wear socks at home. Can I help you take them off?" Song Yao was silencing Xiao Heizi and her attention was fixed on her phone. Her mind was filled with contempt for these infatuated girls and disgust for Xiao Heizi. Then she leaned on the armrest of the sofa and raised her feet following Xu Qingzhou's movements, asking him to take off his socks. When both of her feet felt cold, she realized something was wrong. "Tsk, tsk, how did you break the wooden board with your foot?" "Ah! Xu Qingzhou, why are you touching my feet!" Song Yao glared at him and almost kicked him down.
“I can’t help myself.” The smooth and delicate touch made Xu Qingzhou feel distracted. The white and tender feet felt so comfortable to touch, and the white socks in his hands were still warm. "Give me!" Song Yao snatched the little white socks from Xu Qingzhou's hand, and walked back to the bedroom in her slippers. She came out after a long time, but her heart was still pounding. This thing is so sexy! "Sit down." Xu Qingzhou was no longer sleepy or tired at this time. After teasing the school beauty Song, all his fatigue was swept away. "If you move again, I'm going to beat you up." Song Yao had a sour look on her face, trying to hide the slight throbbing in her heart. The two of them then checked Weibo for a while. In the comment section, a person named "Nana" posted a special comment: "At the end of March, I came across a photo of Xu Shen!" At the edge of the plane window, Xu Qingzhou was holding a stack of information, thinking with his head down. The photo was taken at a very high level. "It's really me." Xu Qingzhou was also a little surprised. He looked at the photo and said, "I think it was taken by the girl next to me." I clicked on the Weibo of the person named "Nana", and it was indeed that girl. She said that she met Xu Qingzhou on the plane to the UK, and she also posted a lot of photos of her trip to the UK some time ago. Looking at the pictures, Xu Qingzhou couldn't help but observe three seconds of silence for the boy. He was not in any of the photos. Song Yao said: "There's one more little fan girl." Xu Qingzhou coughed dryly and remained silent, thinking that this girl seemed to be very jealous recently. Hey~ At this moment, the screen on Xu Qingzhou's mobile phone suddenly jumped, and Ms. Wang appeared on the screen. It's a video call. Song Yao was startled and quickly returned the phone to Xu Qingzhou. Xu Qingzhou burst into laughter. It was rare to see a scene that could make School Beauty Song scared. connected.
Ms. Wang asked, "Son, what is the twin prime conjecture?" "It's almost the same as the last time." Xu Qingzhou said with a smile. Ms. Wang sighed, "Just now your father and my boss called me, and they started by congratulating me, as well as the principal of your middle school." "How much is the bonus?" Xu Qingzhou was not worried about the relationship between Ms. Wang and Mr. Xu. Both of them had been working for decades and were very good at speaking polite words. "20." Ms. Wang was still a little dazed. Last time it was 10, and this time it was 20. The money was no longer money. "Tell me, what were you like before? You never left the house, and you only knew how to go to the Internet cafe to play games with Xiao Guo, and you spent the whole day talking nonsense while studying at school." "Mom, please give me some face." Xu Qingzhou's forehead was full of black lines. Ms. Wang stopped and asked, "Where's Xiaoyao?" When Song Yao heard Ms. Wang calling her name, she felt inexplicably nervous, as if she understood how Xu Qingzhou felt when he answered the call from her father that day. "I'm next to you." Xu Qingzhou pulled Song Yao over. Song Yao greeted: "Auntie." Looking at the two young people who were acting much more intimately than last time, Ms. Wang seemed to understand something and smiled: "Xiaoyao, I hope I didn't disturb you?" "Not busy, we're sitting here playing on our phones." When Ms. Wang spoke to Song Yao, her tone was much gentler: "Xiaoyao, are you getting used to living outside?" "I've adapted to it. It's much freer than living in the dormitory." Song Yao replied. "You two are busy now, don't you have time to cook?" While Song Yao and Ms. Wang were chatting, Xu Qingzhou picked up Song Yao's two slender legs and placed them on his thighs. "Well, we don't usually cook. It's all..." Song Yao was talking to Ms. Wang when she suddenly stopped talking. She turned around and stared at the boy next to her. She was stunned by Xu Qingzhou's courage and wanted to kick him away, but she was on the phone. Xu Qingzhou touched his soft calf and asked shamelessly as if nothing had happened: "Well, what's wrong? Keep talking." It was as if the two of them were doing something naughty and suddenly a phone call came in, and Xu Qingzhou was still shouting, "Answer it, it's more exciting this way." He was also very honest, he just touched the calf under the skirt, the foot was too sensitive, he might get kicked away. On the screen, seeing Song Yao suddenly stop talking, Ms. Wang also asked: "Xiaoyao?" She couldn't see Xu Qingzhou's little movements, she could only see Song Yao, and even Xu Qingzhou was out of the picture. But I don’t care, as long as my daughter-in-law is there. "It's okay, the network is stuck." Song Yao found that her eyesight suppression was useless, and she endured the strange touch on her calf. "Usually we can go directly to the cafeteria to eat." At the same time, a hand touched Xu Qingzhou's waist and twisted it half a circle.
"Sigh~" Xu Qingzhou's face turned red, and he felt both pain and happiness. "Although the canteen is convenient, it's still not as delicious as what you cook yourself. It doesn't have much oil and it won't keep you healthy. If you have time, you should cook for yourself." "Well, we will cook for ourselves when we have time." Song Yao replied in a low voice, enduring the itchy feeling. After chatting for a few more sentences, Ms. Wang said, "Okay, I won't disturb your rest then." "Mom, you have to hang up so soon." Xu Qingzhou endured the pain in his waist and pretended to complain: "I have to fly to Jinling on the 19th. Don't you have anything to tell me?" With her mother around, Song Yao didn't dare to move. As soon as she hung up the phone, she was going to be beaten. Song Yao's eyes widened slightly, marveling at Xu Qingzhou's thick face. Ms. Wang was not in a good mood towards Xu Qingzhou: "Humph, you have even been abroad yourself, and you are still afraid to go to Jinling?" "After all, it's a strange place. Tell me about your last visit there," said Xu Qingzhou. "Wait a minute, your father's boss is calling. Hang up first. Lao Xu, Lao Xu." "duo~" Without giving Xu Qingzhou a chance to speak, Ms. Wang hung up the phone. Silence returned to the living room. "Does it feel good?" "I can explain. Actually, I recently learned a leg massage method. Hey, why did you take off your bracelet?" Even though Song Yao usually controlled her emotions very well, she lost control now. She silently took off her bracelet and pounced towards Xu Qingzhou. The sofa creaked. In the nest, Er Miao was awakened by the strange noise. Looking at the two people hugging each other on the sofa again, he yawned and continued to sleep on his stomach. The two-legged beasts started fighting again. "I'm going to bite you to death." Song Yao pressed on Xu Qingzhou, pulled up his sleeve, and bit his arm. "Song Yao, you are born in the year of the dog!" However, Song Yao didn't really have the heart to bite it. It felt stinging and a little itchy. Two minutes later, Song Yao's face flushed and she got up from Xu Qingzhou. She originally wanted to deal with Xu Qingzhou, but after a long time, she still suffered the consequences as this guy touched her all over. Xu Qingzhou coughed dryly, adjusted his sitting position, and looked resentful: "You always like to be on top like this, it's not good." Song Yao obviously understood what he said. She glared at him with gritted teeth and warned him not to talk nonsense. Xu Qingzhou made a zippering motion to indicate that he was going to shut up. He sat for a while before slowly standing up. Song Yao raised her eyes: "What are you going to do?" Xu Qingzhou sighed: "Take a bath and calm down."
Song Yao pursed her lips and remembered that something hard seemed to have hit her just now, and her face felt hot instantly. While Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao were being intimate with each other, the preparation team for the number theory conference was working overtime. "Okay, you are very welcome to Xiaguo. Please send the relevant information to our email within two working days." The staff communicated with the person on the other end in fluent English, then hung up the phone and recorded the caller's information. Next door, an old man was staring at the screen, reviewing the information of the participants. This man was the Deputy Secretary-General of the Mathematical Society, Professor Qin Yizhen, whom Xu Qingzhou had met last time. "Professor Qin." Someone walked in. Professor Qin smiled and motioned for the visitor to sit down, "Old Kong, pour your own tea." Kong Zhengjiang didn't hesitate to pour himself a cup of tea and sighed, "Professor Maynard from Germany and Gerrit Boyle, the Fields Medal winner. Tsk tsk, the scale of our number theory seminar has suddenly been raised to a higher level." Xia Guo invited foreign experts to his number theory seminar, but in fact it was mainly a discussion among local people, and the scale of the seminar could certainly not be compared with that of a world-class mathematics seminar. However, since Kyoto University and "Mathematical Inventions" announced Xu Qingzhou's results and announced that Xu Qingzhou will give a report on the twin prime conjecture at the number theory conference on the 22nd, the attention value of this conference has been directly raised to the maximum. In just one day, they received dozens of calls from home and abroad, all expressing their desire to attend the seminar. "There's nothing we can do about it. This is the twin prime conjecture." Professor Qin was a little emotional and a little amazed. "We have an incredible mathematical genius in Xia Country." Kong Zhengjiang smiled and nodded. He shared the same opinion as Professor Qin. Yes, there are many famous Chinese mathematicians in the world, but it is a pity that the word "Chinese" is in front of their names. "Old Kong, we have to find a way to retain such a talent." "Oh, what do you think?" "I'm still thinking about it. Maybe I'll need your help when the time comes." Half an hour later, the charming atmosphere in the living room finally dissipated, and the two of them got down to business. Song Yao has calmed down and is studying the knowledge points of the second semester of sophomore year on her own, taking notes with her head down. Across from me, Xu Qingzhou was writing a report on the twin prime conjecture. It was much more complicated than the last time, with more than a dozen parts, from the selection of sieve methods to the supplement of sieve methods, the distribution law of prime numbers, the preliminary estimation of upper and lower bounds, and the upper bound of the spacing. Reports are the most basic. What's more troublesome is that I need to go through all the questions that I may encounter, such as the twin prime counting problem, the improvement measures of the sieve method, and the Kloostermann and Weil conjectures that Academician Wang and his team asked last time but I omitted. Many scholars are interested in these. In addition to this, there is also a lot of work to do at the School of Physics. First, complete all experimental projects as planned. The next step is to summarize the results, organize and analyze data, write experimental reports, write papers, etc. The last step is to submit a completion application. This part is estimated to take two weeks, which means it can be completed by the end of April. Then you can take a short break and start working on the Polignac conjecture again. After writing for about 20 minutes, Xu Qingzhou had to stop. I just took a moment to check my mailbox and found that there were more than a dozen invitation letters in it. Professor Maynard invited him to give a lecture at Oxford University, so Professor Boyle from Princeton had to temporarily put down his work and reply to the emails from these professors one by one. 【Dear Mr. Maynard, I am very pleased to receive your invitation.】
The format is the same. First express your gratitude, then point out that you are busy and have no plans to go abroad at the moment. There are also invitations to study abroad, such as full scholarships, willingness to provide letters of recommendation, etc. Xu Qingzhou also politely declined. During his master's and doctoral studies, he plans to first make up for his shortcomings in mathematics, and as for the familiar quantum physics, he will take his time. Of course, I have to check out other people’s content when I have time. Now that I’m reborn, I’d be letting myself down if I didn’t become a hexagonal warrior. (Once again, I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!) (End of this chapter)