Chapter 208 I want to kick him down
Yandong Garden.
On the sofa, Song Yao's little face was tense, staring at the comment area intently, occasionally frowning, and pulling some uncivilized remarks into the small dark room.
Xu Qingzhou glanced at it for a few times, then he was no longer interested in these comments, and his eyes fell on Song Yao.
The light from the mobile phone reflected on his eyes, and a few rays fell on his round chin. When he was concentrating, his expression was serious and serious, and his fingers tapped on the screen.
Xu Qingzhou glanced at the little white socks and whispered: "It's so weird that you still wear socks at home. Can I take them off for you?"
Song Yao was silencing Xiao Heizi, her attention was on her phone, and her mind was filled with contempt for these nymphomaniac girls and contempt for Xiao Heizi.
Then he leaned on the armrest of the sofa, followed Xu Qingzhou's movements and raised his feet, asking him to take off his socks. When his feet were cold, he felt that something was wrong.
"Tsk, tsk, how did your kick break the board?"
"Ah! Xu Qingzhou, why are you touching my feet!"
Song Yao stared and almost kicked him down.
"I can't help myself."
The smooth and delicate touch made Xu Qingzhou feel uneasy. These white and tender feet felt so comfortable, and the white socks in his hands were still warm.
"Give me!"
Song Yao snatched the white socks from Xu Qingzhou's hand and stepped on her slippers back to the bedroom. She came out after a while, but her heart was still beating hard.
This thing is so sexy!
"Sit." Xu Qingzhou was not sleepy at this time, nor did he feel tired. After teasing the Song school beauty, all the fatigue was gone.
"If you move again, I'm going to beat you up." Song Yao's face was full of disgust, trying to cover up the little flutter in her heart just now.
The two of them immediately checked Weibo for a while.
In the comment area, a person named "Nana" appeared and posted a special comment: "At the end of March, I came across Xu Shen's photo!"
At the edge of the plane window, Xu Qingzhou was holding a stack of documents, lowering his head in thought. The photo was taken quite well.
"It's really me." Xu Qingzhou was also a little surprised. He looked at the photo and said, "It was probably taken by the girl next to me."
Clicking on the Weibo called "Nana", it turned out to be that girl. She said that she met Xu Qingzhou on the plane to the UK. 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 mourn for the boy for three seconds. There was no picture of him.
Song Yao said: "There is another little fan girl."
Xu Qingzhou coughed dryly and remained silent, thinking that this girl is very jealous recently.
Ding~
At this time, 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 excited and quickly returned the phone to Xu Qingzhou.
Xu Qingzhou was amused for a while. It was rare to see a scene that could make the school beauty of Song Dynasty cringe.
Connected.
Ms. Wang asked: "Son, what is the twin prime conjecture?"
"It's almost the same as last time." Xu Qingzhou said with a smile.
Ms. Wang sighed, "Your dad and my boss just called me, and they started saying congratulations, as well as the principal of your middle school."
"How much is the bonus?" Xu Qingzhou is not worried about the communication between Ms. Wang and Lao Xu. Both of them have been working together for decades, and they are very familiar with the situation.
"200,000."
Ms. Wang was still in a daze. Last time it was 100,000, and this time it was 200,000. The money was no longer money.
"Tell me, what were you like before? You would go to the Internet cafe with Xiao Guo to play games without leaving the door, and you would study nonsense at school all day long."
"Mom, save some face for me." Xu Qingzhou's forehead was covered with black lines.
Ms. Wang stopped, "Where is Xiaoyao?"
Song Yao felt inexplicably nervous when she heard Ms. Wang calling her name, as if she understood Xu Qingzhou's mood when he answered the call from his father that day.
"He's next to me." Xu Qingzhou pulled Song Yao over.
Song Yao said hello: "Auntie."
Looking at the two young men who were much closer than last time, Ms. Wang seemed to understand something and smiled brightly: "Xiaoyao, I didn't disturb your work, did I?"
"It's not busy. We are sitting and playing on our phones."
When Ms. Wang spoke to Song Yao, her tone was much gentler: "Xiao Yao, are you used to living outside?"
"It's much more free to adapt than 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 put them on his thighs.
"Well, we don't usually cook much, we just..."
Song Yao was talking to Ms. Wang when her voice suddenly stopped and she turned to stare at the boy beside her. She was stunned by Xu Qingzhou's courage and wanted to kick him away, but she was still on the phone.
Xu Qingzhou touched his soft calf and asked shamelessly as if nothing was wrong: "Well, what's wrong? Keep talking."
That way, it was as if two people were doing something shy, and suddenly a phone call came, and Xu Qingzhou shouted, "Answer it, answer it, it's more exciting this way."
He was also very honest, so he touched his calf under the hem of his skirt. His feet were so sensitive that they might be kicked away.
On the screen, seeing Song Yao suddenly stop, Ms. Wang also asked: "Xiao Yao?"
She couldn't see Xu Qingzhou's little movements, she could only see Song Yao, and even Xu Qingzhou was out of the screen.
But I don't care, as long as my daughter-in-law is here.
"It's okay, the network is stuck." Song Yao found that suppressing her eyes was useless and resisted the strange feeling on her calf, "Normally we can go directly to the cafeteria to eat."
At the same time, a hand touched Xu Qingzhou's waist and twisted it hard for half a circle.
"Hiss~"
Xu Qingzhou felt red and warm, feeling pain and happiness at the same time.
"Although the canteen is convenient, it's still not as delicious as the food you cook. It doesn't have much oil and water, and it doesn't support people. You guys, if you have time, you'd better cook something yourself."
"Well, we will cook for ourselves when we have time." Song Yao endured the itching feeling and replied in a low voice. After chatting for a while, Ms. Wang said, "Okay, I won't disturb your rest."
"Mom, I have to hang up the phone so soon." Xu Qingzhou endured the pain in his waist and pretended to be sad and said: "I have to fly to Jinling on the 19th, don't you have anything to tell me?"
With her mother here, Song Yao didn't dare to move. She was going to be beaten as soon as she hung up the phone.
Song Yao's eyes widened slightly, marveling at Xu Qingzhou's shamelessness.
Ms. Wang didn't have a good look on Xu Qingzhou: "Huh, you even went abroad yourself, and you are still afraid of going to Jinling?"
"It's a strange place after all. You guys visited it last time, tell me about it." Xu Qingzhou said.
"Wait a minute. Your father's boss is calling. Hang up first, Lao Xu, Lao Xu."
"Du~"
Without giving Xu Qingzhou a chance to speak, Ms. Wang hung up the phone.
Silence returned to the living room.
"Does it feel comfortable to touch?"
"I can explain. In fact, I recently learned a leg massage method. Hey, how did you take off this bracelet?"
Although Song Yao usually controlled her emotions very well, she failed now. She silently took off her bracelet and rushed towards Xu Qingzhou.
The sofa creaked.
In the den, Ermeow was awakened by the ghostly movement. Looking at the two people hugging each other on the sofa, he yawned and continued to sleep on his stomach.
The Twolegs started fighting again.
"I'm going to bite you to death." Song Yao pressed on Xu Qingzhou, pulled Xu Qingzhou's sleeves, and gave her a bite on the arm.
"Song Yao, you are a dog!"
However, Song Yao didn't really bite hard. It stung and was a little itchy at the same time.
Two minutes later, Song Yao's face turned red and she got up from Xu Qingzhou. She originally wanted to deal with Xu Qingzhou, but after a long time, she still suffered the loss and asked this guy to touch him again and again.
Xu Qingzhou coughed dryly, adjusted his sitting posture, and looked resentfully: "You always like to be on top, no."
Song Yao obviously understood this sentence, gritted her teeth and glared at him, warning him not to talk nonsense.
Xu Qingzhou made a zipper motion to signal that he should shut up. He sat for a while and then slowly stood up.
Song Yao raised her eyes: "What are you doing?"
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, so her face instantly became hot.
Just when Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao were together, the preparatory team for the number theory report was working overtime.
"Okay, you are very welcome to Xia Guo. Please send relevant information to our email within two working days." The staff communicated with the person opposite in fluent English, then hung up the phone and registered the caller's information.
Next door, an old man was staring at the screen, reviewing the information of the participants. This man was Professor Tan Yizhen, the deputy secretary-general of the Mathematical Society whom Xu Qingzhou met last time.
"Professor Qin." Someone walked in.
Professor Qin smiled and motioned for the visitor to sit down, "Old Kong, pour yourself some tea."
Kong Zhengjiang was not polite, poured himself a cup of tea, and sighed: "Professor Maynard from Germany, and Fields Medal winner Gerrit Boyle. Wow, the scale of our seminar on number theory is quite large. It immediately went up a level.”
Xia Guo’s lecture on number theory invited foreign experts, but in fact it was mainly discussed by his own people. The scale is definitely not comparable to world-class mathematics seminars.
After Xu Qingzhou's results were announced by Peking University and "Mathematical Invention" and it was announced that Xu Qingzhou would give a report on the twin prime number conjecture at the number theory seminar on the 22nd, the attention of this seminar was immediately filled.
In just one day, they received dozens of calls from home and abroad, all of whom expressed their willingness to participate in the report meeting.
"There is no way, this is the twin prime number conjecture." Professor Qin felt a little emotional, but also admired, "We have an incredible mathematical genius in Xia Kingdom."
Kong Zhengjiang smiled and nodded. He had the same view as Professor Qin.
Yes, there are many famous Chinese mathematicians in the world, but it is a pity that there are two words "Chinese" in front of them.
"Lao Kong, we have to find a way to retain such a talent."
"Oh, what do you think?"
"I'm still thinking about it. I might 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 she learned during her sophomore year by herself, lowering her head and taking notes.
Opposite, Xu Qingzhou is writing a report on the twin prime number conjecture. It is much more complicated than the last one. There are more than a dozen parts, ranging from the selection of sieve methods to the supplement of sieve methods, the distribution of prime numbers, preliminary estimates of upper and lower bounds, and spacing. 's upper bound.
The report is the most basic.
What’s more troublesome is that you need to go through all the questions you may encounter, such as the twin prime number counting problem, the improvement measures for the sieve method, and the Kloostermann and Weil conjectures that Academician Wang and the others asked last time but which they omitted. These are all very different. Few scholars are interested in this place.
In addition to this, there is also a lot of work at the Institute of Physical Education.
First, complete all experimental projects as planned. Next is the stage of summarizing the results, organizing and analyzing data, writing experimental reports, writing papers, etc., and finally the final application.
This part of the content is estimated to take two weeks, which means it can be completed by the end of April.
Then you can simply rest and start tinkering with the Polignac conjecture again.
After writing for about 20 minutes, Xu Qingzhou had to stop.
I just took the time to look at 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. Professor Boyle of Princeton had no choice but to temporarily put down the work at hand and reply to these professors' emails one by one.
[Dear Mr. Maynard, I am delighted to receive your invitation.]
The format is the same. First express your gratitude, and 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, and willingness to provide letters of recommendation.
Xu Qingzhou also politely declined.
In the master's and doctoral stages, he still plans to make up for his shortcomings in mathematics first, and as for the familiar quantum physics, he will take his time.
Of course, when you have time, you have to look at the content of other parties. They have all been reborn. If you are not a hexagonal warrior, you will feel sorry for yourself.
(Wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival again!)
(End of chapter)