Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Peking University's library allows teachers and graduate students to enter, of course, its own teachers and graduate students.

For the students of later generations who are used to the Internet and the open stacks, every time they go to the library, it is equivalent to going to the stack. Only one person can pass through, and some have to climb a ladder to get it. The interior is dark and smelly, but the open library takes into account the convenience of reading on the spot. The interior is often bright and comfortable, with suitable tables and chairs and ample space.

But in 1984, the open library was just a paragraph in a periodical, at most it was only a photo in a magazine discussing foreign moons, which attracted people's envy.

At this time, entering the library is a matter of satisfaction.

If you look through the memoirs of later generations, there are always one or two out of ten graduate students at Peking University who will show the difference between themselves and undergraduates by showing the past events that graduate students were able to enter the library.

Similarly, for Yang Rui, who is used to the open library, he would rather treat guests at the Beijing Hotel, become a great librarian and undertake obligations, and also hope to enter the library.

It seemed twenty thousand times easier to enter the library than to look at the cards in the index room.

It can be imagined that when reading a book in the index room, you must first find the desired index card from the vast index, then fill in the borrowing slip, hand it to the acquiring teacher, and wait for the acquiring teacher to collect xx sheets before handing them over to the library. Wait for the library to find the book, send the book over, and then get the book back-if you are lucky, this process will take 20 minutes, then open the book and have a look, dammit! Not the one I wanted.

If it wasn't for the guy who could read any book leisurely, by this time, he would have already started to want to die.

Repeat the above process, wait another 20 minutes for good luck, or 40 minutes for bad luck, and get the second book. Open it again, what! Not the one I want?

Can you die? OK?

There is still a chance, can you repeat it again? Just kidding, if a person can only borrow two books, please return the books first.

In this way, there will be another big cycle, even those who don't want to die will be half dead from exhaustion.

The library itself is not designed as a reading room, so the privilege of being able to enter the library is very rare. At the same time, there are often only two or three people in the library, which is actually a relatively comfortable carrying capacity of the library.

Yang Rui never expected to meet Li Xin here, and it caused the library to hang a "lax management" sign.

"I am the administrator of the library, so of course I can enter the library." Yang Rui defended his position as a student, and then asked again: "How can you enter the library?"

"I don't need to tell you." Li Xin's expression changed, and he looked up at Yang Rui with some disdain. He has already completed his Ph.D. in his thirties, so he has an advantage over Yang Rui psychologically.

"I'm the administrator of the library." Yang Rui smiled slightly, looked down at Li Xin, and said, "Managing the library is my job."

The difference in height between the two made Li Xin feel a little uncomfortable, so he turned around and said, "Organizing the library is your job."

Yang Rui's momentum suddenly stagnated. He is a student volunteer. Although he has corrupted the great librarian with sugar-coated cannonballs, so he only enjoys rights and does not assume obligations, but a student volunteer is a student volunteer after all, and his duty is really to organize the library.

"It seems that Dr. Li used to go to the library often,

However, you are a doctoral student at Donghua University, so it is said that you cannot enter the library of our Peking University. "Yang Rui gasped, taking the words with him.

The corners of Li Xin's eyes twitched, and he said, "You don't have to talk to me, maybe we can still be classmates."

"What's the meaning?"

Li Xin didn't answer, but said: "Okay, you can tidy up the library, let me go first."

The two met on a narrow road, each blocking the other's way.

Yang Rui hesitated for a moment, but still gave up the space, he must be a gentleman.

Li Xin and Yang Rui passed by, looked back and smiled strangely, and went to the front to find a book.

Yang Rui thought about it from memory and guessed that he was looking for something in the chemistry category.

Li Xin is a graduate of East China Institute of Textile Engineering. Most of his studies are in light industry. It is normal to find information in the field of chemistry.

Yang Rui thought to himself, if he was a new employee at China Silk Headquarters, he might start the situation with a paper, which is the best way to distinguish himself from other new employees. Not every college student has the ability and level to write a thesis after graduation. Regardless of whether the leader is a big boss or not, whether he can understand the meaning of a doctoral student, a thesis can at least explain something...

In a blink of an eye, Yang Rui suddenly recalled that Li Xin didn't seem to be a doctoral student!

Standing in front of the bookcase, Yang Rui recalled the scene again, and suddenly understood why Li Xin's attitude was so strange.

Because he himself made a mistake.

Li Xin is a master graduate from East China Institute of Textile Technology. He is not a doctoral student, but is just preparing to obtain a doctorate on the job.

And Yang Rui called "Dr. Li" when he opened his mouth, fearing that he would offend him on the spot.

"If you offend, you will be offended, but, this person is probably going to be a doctoral candidate at Peking University?" Yang Rui frowned when he thought of what Li Xin said, there is no need to use words to run on them, and the two of them might be classmates.

The most troublesome thing is the glass-hearted high-achieving students.

The most favorite story of talented people in ancient times is the story of a group of glass-hearted high-achieving students.

After a while, Li Xin also disappeared from his sight.

Yang Rui shook his head, but quickly forgot about it.

After finding the books he wanted, Yang Rui went out to register with the administrator, preparing to take them to the periodical reading room for reading.

The administrator has a special notebook to record the abnormally borrowed books, so as not to encounter the situation that someone does not return them.

Yang Rui signed after he recorded, nodded and left.

Before he had gone far, someone behind him called out "Yang Rui, Yang Rui".

"Li...Xin?" Yang Rui frowned again when he saw him coming down the stairs.

"Yang Rui, come here and arrange some tasks for you." A teacher of similar age stood beside Li Xin, who glanced at Yang Rui and waved.

Yang Rui walked over suspiciously.

"The old library here has not been cleaned for a long time. Are you a freshman? Come and clean the library. All the books have to be moved, moved, wiped the bookshelf, dusted off the books, and then put them back , and try to complete it within a week..." The other party said as he took out a bunch of keys tied with red strings and opened a double door in front of him.

Inside the door, there is a space about the size of two classrooms, filled with bookshelves, and between the bookshelves, almost only one person can pass sideways. The books piled up to the top are probably more than ten thousand volumes.

So many books, all taken down and put back, think about it and know what a huge project it is.

Yang Rui's face changed slightly: "Why did you ask me to do this?"

"Every year when new students come, they have to clean and organize the books. You and other students have to do it." The man behind Li Xin laughed and threw the key to Yang Rui.

Li Xin coughed and said in a subtle way: "This is Mr. Meng Liangmeng. The students who work in the library are under his supervision."

"You guys know each other?" Yang Rui shook the red string key in his hand and asked, "Is it necessary?"

In his heart, Yang Rui sighed secretly: It really is a glass heart.

Li Xin chuckled and said, "It's just a little effort."

The implication is that he just cheated Yang Rui casually, probably just to retaliate against the title of "Dr. Li". As for whether Jing Yulan was involved, I'm afraid Li Xin himself can't tell.

On the other hand, Li Xin feels that this can also prove his connections. Although Yang Rui is a Peking University student, I am from East China Institute of Textile Technology, but our graduate students are better than your undergraduate students.

It's just that if he makes a fool of himself, he may waste a week of Yang Rui's time.

Meng Liang coughed and said, "Don't talk so much, Yang Rui, you have to clean the library to ensure the quality and quantity, and finish it on time. After finishing, I will inform your head teacher that the end of the semester will be counted as moral education labor. Let's start now." .”

Yang Rui was dumbfounded. He didn't even know that he still had a teacher in charge, or that the school still had such things as moral education and labor.

Looking at the big and dirty library, Yang Rui with a gloomy face, Li Xin almost broke his stomach from laughing, and the gloom of the past few days seemed to have dissipated a lot. On the surface, he still looks calm and refined.

clang!

A bunch of keys tied with a red string fell unexpectedly to the ground.

Meng Liang, who had already turned around, looked back, only to see the trembling red rope and Yang Rui's back.

"What kind of dignity!" Meng Liang's nose hairs were blown out in anger.

Li Xin was used to seeing good kids in school, so he didn't expect Yang Rui to leave directly. Thinking of his smile just now, a feeling of unhappiness stuck in his stomach.

"We can't just let it go." Yang Rui walked out of the library, feeling happy as well, with countless thoughts rushing into his head.

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