Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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"Get up, get up, come to the power system to help if you have nothing to do."

In the early morning of New Year's Day, Cai Guinong woke up people one by one, like a hardworking little hamster, laying its paws on the edge of the upper bunk, with its head held high.

Yang Rui looked at his watch dimly, and complained, "It's only six o'clock, what are you going to do?"

"There are too many things to do, such as moving props, setting up the stage and auditorium, distributing things, preparing prizes and gifts, inviting professors and leaders..." Cai Guinong asked loudly, "Yang Rui, do you know the school leaders?" ? Call two for our powertrain?"

"Today is New Year's Day."

"yes."

"Don't you think that the school leaders were all hired a few days ago?" Yang Rui sighed, got up and got dressed.

The northern room without heating can make people feel like dying sooner or later, and Yang Rui's movements also speed up imperceptibly.

Cai Guinong laughed twice, carefully poured water into his washbasin, put it on the shelf, and said, "You are a talented man from Peking University. Isn't such a trivial matter easy to handle?"

"Besides, you are still a student, and you don't know the school leaders. I said, you don't seem to be a class leader, are you? Miss Xiaoyun asked for it?" Yang Rui swiped in the washbasin twice, finally regaining consciousness.

Cai Guinong laughed again, and said, "I just said it last night, isn't there nothing I can do?"

"I can't help it either."

"No, at this time, you have to help me think of an idea."

"You promised her?"

"I... I was not excited at the time, so I let go." Cai Guinong looked at Yang Rui anxiously, and said, "Am I in the laboratory? Xiaoyun thinks I know some school leader, so let me invite him and say A few teachers in our department suddenly had something to do and couldn’t come, and then, I thought of you. Are you familiar with the professor in your electrophoresis laboratory? Or just invite him..."

"Don't even think about it. Being a professor is so busy. It's hard to take a rest day, and you still recruit him to be a strong man?" Yang Rui shook his head with a smile, and immediately refused. Tang Jiji is a professor with ideals and goals. He is focused on going to the national key laboratory. Seeing him like this, he will succeed if he doesn't do well. He may even be promoted from a general cow to a big cow. At this juncture , the people in the scientific research team are extremely busy, and Tang Ji himself is even busier. No matter whether he rests or not, he should have some time for himself on New Year's Day. If Yang Rui went to invite, maybe Tang Ji would agree, but Yang Rui himself would feel bad about it.

Cai Guinong himself was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, circling around on the ground, looking at Yang Rui with small eyes: "I was still thinking that you have a way, Xiaoyun finally asked me for a favor, hey, tell me , forget it if you are too busy, what if you delay other people's affairs..."

"To find you is to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Mao Qiming stretched on the upper bunk and said, "Lao Cai, don't turn around, you're dizzy." "

"If you have a way, I won't turn around."

"What can I do? Neither of us belong to the same department."

"Then what are you talking about? You don't have the right to speak." Cai Guinong turned to look at Yang Rui again, and said, "Do you know Xu Anqing from your department? This kid seems to be a bit of a follower and knows a lot of leaders. You can talk to him?"

"I've talked a few times, but I can't talk." Yang Rui put on all his outfits, and only then did he feel that the cold air was a little gentler.

Cai Guinong mourned, "As long as you are wearing the clothes and the material, just give me a few words, and he has to agree."

"Is that how Xiaoyun persuaded you?" Yang Rui said, and the people who slept in the first two bunks woke up laughing.

"What are you laughing at, what are you laughing at..." Cai Guinong walked around the room, laughed himself, and then said seriously, "Okay, I can't find the leader to talk to, so I come to the power system to help, I'm busy today .”

In the end, Yang Rui and Mao Qiming were recruited by Cai Guinong, and the other three had already sold themselves.

The new year's party of the power system was held in the second canteen, which was small in scale and not small in style. Today, the first three batches of students who resumed the college entrance examination have all graduated, and it is rare to see students who are parents on campus. However, there are still many old-fashioned or really old-fashioned students in the 80th grade. Ten Xu's uncles and aunts regard their last New Year's Eve party as extremely important, and assign tasks with great energy.

"Put some melon seeds on the table, less peanuts, how expensive peanuts are!"

"Chairs, the chairs are all lined up neatly, make them more compact, there are no fat people, make them more compact."

"Make the backstage more spacious, how can you change clothes if it's narrow?"

The cafeteria was full of old students with loud voices, Yang Rui and other three strong men arrived there, and saw Cai Guinong rushing to report to Xiaoyun.

Yang Rui took a closer look at the round-faced girl at this time, and felt that she had an average appearance, an average figure, and an average temperament.

However, there is nothing Cai Guinong can do if he likes it. The management of Peking University is relatively loose. When students fall in love, they basically don’t ask and don’t tell. The real end of love is the graduation distribution system. If one person is assigned to Beijing and the other is assigned to Shanghai, it is more difficult to transfer than promotion. In this era, even if they can persist in this long-distance relationship, it is hard to say happiness.

Ahead, Cai Guinong gave a report to Xiaoyun, and Xiaoyun ran to explain the situation to an old student, and then came back to tell Cai Guinong, who came back with his neck raised, and shouted: "Come to move things, the stage props are here!" side."

That appearance, very much like the two devils and traitors.

"Okay, help me." Yang Rui dragged his coat, found a place to put it away, and rolled up his sleeves.

"Move the airs, move the airs first." Cai Guinong led people to find work neatly.

Yang Rui didn't care about the clothes and pants on his body, he just used it as work clothes.

He has great strength, and it is said that one person can be used by two people. After a while, the strong and powerful image of galloping all over the field, with arms like cast iron, quickly became popular among the people.

click

A student holding a camera seized the timing and snapped a photo of Yang Rui holding up the wood.

"Is this a sneak shot?" Yang Rui was taken aback, and the wood almost fell to the ground.

"This photo is absolutely good, with strength, beauty, and enthusiasm. Classmate, are you from the Department of Energy and Power?" The student who took the photo asked Yang Rui like an interview.

"I'm from the Department of Biology, here to help." Yang Rui said angrily, "I don't like taking pictures, can you delete the one I just took?"

"Deleted? How do you delete it?" The person who took the photo was a skinny boy with a stunned expression as if a skeleton soldier had been beaten and disabled.

"Uh, yes, it can't be deleted." Yang Rui suddenly short-circuited. Not only can the film machine not delete photos, but the film is still connected together, so it is hard to say if you need negatives next.

"If you can be published in the school newspaper, I will develop a photo for you." The skinny skeleton soldier thought that Yang Rui was for this purpose, so he took the initiative to speak out, waved his hands twice, and left without taking a cloud.

Yang Rui was stunned for a while before realizing that this guy didn't even ask his name.

The New Year's Eve party was indeed extremely lively.

Each department has its own evening party, and some associations even organize their own programs, or hang out around the show, or just find a place on the side of the road to set up a battle.

Apart from the performers, the most active ones are all kinds of photographers.

The school has a full-time photographer, and the photography club has also sent a large number of members, and even photography enthusiasts are parading around the campus.

In 1983, photography was definitely an expensive hobby. Just buying film was a headache. Even if the average person could afford a camera, he could only look at the film and drool.

However, there are obviously more than ordinary people in Peking University. Under the dim light, flashing lights come and go, and some people set up tripods and put splayed feet in a serious manner.

"Yang Rui, come and help deliver flowers." Bai Ling was so busy that her temples were sweating, and when she saw Yang Rui, she quickly grabbed him.

"What kind of new coolie is sending flowers?"

"As soon as the female students' show is over, you go up and deliver flowers. When they come down, remember to take the flowers back and deliver them next time. Remember..." Bai Ling was still wearing a performance costume, shivering thinly.

Yang Rui hurriedly put his coat on her and asked, "Didn't you find someone to send flowers in advance?"

"I didn't expect that the Chinese Department is sending flowers. We can't lag behind." Bai Ling smiled gratefully, then grabbed the coat, and said in surprise: "The fur is so soft, where did you buy the coat? I also want to Buy one."

"Can we not digress? Can't we find someone to send flowers?"

"You look so well dressed, you must have known you were going to send flowers." Bai Ling joked, and said, "Anyway, you don't have a show, so it's great that people can recognize your face when you're on stage."

It's not a big deal, Yang Rui shook his head and asked, "Where are the flowers?"

"Go behind the scenes and ask for it. Let's not talk about it. They asked me to come on stage. See you later." Bai Ling ran away while speaking, still wearing Yang Rui's coat.

Yang Rui had no choice but to wear a sweetheart-neck sweater. In the cold wind, he turned to the back of the stage, asked for a bouquet of plastic flowers, and then turned to the front of the stage.

Bai Ling's song "The Moon Represents My Heart" aroused long applause from below, and Yang Rui's gesture of sending flowers made the applause and whistle even louder.

"Bad idea." Yang Rui whispered in Bai Ling's ear.

"Turn around and strike a pose." The photographers below shouted.

Yang Rui had no choice but to turn around and stand in a row with Bai Ling, with the bouquet in front of them.

The flashes came on one after another, and at that moment, Yang Rui almost felt like a star.

Fortunately, the duration is very short, even students who are not short of money, do not have the habit of continuous shooting.

"Is it fun?" Bai Ling blushed with excitement.

"I was framed by you, give me the flowers, I have to keep sending them." Otherwise, there might be some gossip.

Bai Ling also thought about it, she shrank the hand that was handed to Yang Rui, and handed it to him anyway.

Yang Rui was able to continue sending flowers.

Singing, dancing and playing the piano, Yang Rui would go up to any program performed by girls.

The next day, the photos developed overnight were all over the campus.

The famous triangular place posted the favorite photos of photographers. There are also photos of photographers in the cafeteria, classrooms and school gates. Those who are interested will introduce their photography concepts and ideas.

However, Yang Rui's two single photos unexpectedly became popular.

Because handsome!

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