Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Amidst hundreds of people cheering and cheering, Yang Rui's squad lost heartily.

The students didn't care much, they were all panting tiredly, and then slapped each other's backs. Several class leaders organized a sparse crowd and shouted various newly made slogans, which attracted bursts of applause. with laughter.

Bai Ling organized the girls, lined up a row of desks on the sidelines, and served tea. Now there is no mineral water or sports drinks, so it is not bad to be able to buy a catty of tea with the class fee.

The boys who didn't play golf were responsible for delivering hot water. Seven or eight bottles of water bottles were delivered, and they were empty after a while, and they were all sweaty from work.

Yang Rui chatted with his opponent and came to the sidelines together. Seeing him approaching, Bai Ling immediately offered a cup of filtered tea and said with a smile, "This cup is cooling down, drink it first."

"Thank you." Yang Rui took it bluntly and drank it down.

Like a cat, Bai Ling squinted her eyes and offered another cup.

The boys in the next class were very envious, and the tallest center forward smiled and said, "We're thirsty too."

"Go get your own cup and pour some water." Bai Ling smiled.

The center forward sighed: "Our class didn't prepare you so well. That... Bai Ling, you see, I am older than Yang Rui, and I lose more water. If I don't drink any more water, no one will lift me up when I faint."

He poses with his hands on the table. In 1984, his handsomeness was about the same as that of a wall.

However, not everyone can put on a handsome pose correctly, just like most wall-dongs end in tragic failure, a girl behind the desk also muttered in a dissatisfied tone: "Don't Being so close, you sweat more than others, and it stinks, so here is this glass of water for you."

She gave the center forward a communal enamel cup that he could scald in boiling water after drinking. However, the focus is not on the cup and water, but on the girl's expression.

The injured center said: "Yang Rui sweats more than me, why no one said he stinks."

"You want to compete with Yang Rui?" The girl curled her lips, looked at Yang Rui and then at the center forward, the expression on her face was self-evident.

The center said helplessly: "I scored twice as many points as Yang Rui just now."

"Oh."

"A lot of rebounds.

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"Oh."

"Forget it." Comrade Center gave up.

"I'll help you refill the water." The girl also gave up on the center comrade who almost won the mvp of the audience.

Yang Rui almost drank half a pot of water before he took a breath, patted the center forward on the shoulder, and said, "There is an old saying that this is an era of face-seeking, but you don't belong to this era..."

"Where is this old saying?" The center was confused.

"Tujia dialect?" Yang Rui named it casually.

"Really? Impossible, it doesn't look like the language and grammar of the Tujia people. I have to look it up when I go back, and it's quite interesting." The center forward was shocked and asked the people next to him: "Have you heard of it?"

"Have not heard."

"I don't have any impression."

"Is there a problem with the translation?"

The striker and defender start scratching their heads together.

Yang Rui raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you never heard of Qi Qi?"

"We are studying ethnology, so we didn't know such an interesting thing, but it turned out that a student from the biology department told me..." The center blamed himself extremely, as if he missed a key ball and lost the game.

The forwards and defenders were not much better, and they discussed together without even wiping the sweat off their necks.

"This is not a biology student, this is Yang Rui!" The female teacher who had been standing on the sidelines waited for them to rest for a while, and just came up to answer the conversation, and by the way, praised Yang Rui fiercely.

The steaming sidelines instantly became cold. Everyone is still a little uncomfortable with the teacher's flattery, or in other words, the flattery is too biased, and the force is a bit uneven.

"Teacher Jin." Bai Ling greeted, and then the students around her came alive.

"Mr. Jin." The basketball players who studied ethnology lowered their greetings by two octaves.

"Hi, hello." Teacher Jin smiled, turned to Yang Rui and said, "I received a package here, Yang Rui, see if you have signed for it now."

"Oh, why did it come to the stadium? Wait a minute." Yang Rui said with a smile, signed the registered mail package, thanked him, and held the package in his hand.

"I was looking for your dormitory, but they said you guys came to play." Teacher Jin paused, looked at Yang Rui's posture, and said, "Don't you want to see what they sent?"

"Huh? Now?"

Teacher Jin whimpered to the side.

It was only now that Yang Rui noticed that Dean Liu and others had all appeared on the sidelines of the basketball court, obviously not to watch his basketball game.

"Well, there's no need to be so anxious." Yang Rui wiped off his sweat, then wiped his hands, and began to tear the package on the spot.

He has great strength, but the package is even more tightly bound. I don't know if it is bound in two or three layers, and he firmly resists Yang Rui's brute force.

The muscles on Yang Rui's two arms stood out, with beautiful lines.

Teacher Jin shifted his gaze imperceptibly for a moment, then put his gaze on the package, and said in a low voice, "Dean Liu asked me to bring it over. He thinks you should know the situation immediately."

"Oh? Oh, like this." Yang Rui smiled, and really thought it was very sweet. Who said that school leaders only do shitty things, and when profit is driven, anyone can become a sweetheart chocolate.

It's just that some chocolates are better looking, and some chocolates are uglier.

Dean Liu saw that Yang Rui started to unpack the package, he greeted him, and pulled at least a dozen teachers from his department across the basketball court to gather them.

The students around were already extremely curious about why there were so many teachers watching the competition today, and at this time, their curiosity soared to the level of nine cats.

The ball game was over anyway, and the students on the opposite side of the field walked across the field and formed a circle around Yang Rui.

Most people don't know why they want to watch, but why are they needed.

"Use a knife to take it apart, don't break the inside." Dean Liu was let in and stood next to Yang Rui.

"Okay." Yang Rui glanced at the English address on the outside of the package, and cut open the innermost kraft paper with a knife.

Books about two dictionaries thick were exposed, and the cover and spine were all in English.

"Take it out, take it out." Dean Liu muttered, staring at the table.

Yang Rui took it out according to his words.

The publication on the top is fancy, but the font in the middle of the top is the most important-cell!

Four letters made Dean Liu dizzy, and then his whole body seemed to glow, his eyes were as bright as a child's, and he read: "cell! It's really cell!"

Hearing the voice, he was even more excited than Yang Rui.

In fact it is. Every paper Yang Rui sent, even if he took some shortcuts, was done one experiment after another. He knew what he paid and what he would get.

Dean Liu is different. For him, a first-year student who publishes a paper in a top journal is as happy as winning the lottery.

Horses don't get fat without night grass, and people don't get rich without windfalls. Dean Liu feels that he is about to get fat.

"What?" A large group of people who didn't know the truth whispered.

"What does "Cell" mean? A book sent from abroad?" Some people were close enough to see the words on the spine of the book, but they couldn't figure it out.

However, most of the people present were students from the Department of Biology. When the word "cell" came out, the smart students had already associated it instantly.

It's just that Lenovo's conclusion is so amazing that no one shouted it out.

"Can I read a book?" Dean Liu was extremely polite.

Yang Rui nodded, and took the top copy of "Cell" to Dean Liu, but he himself took out a white paper from the bottom.

The white paper is a pamphlet, that is, a small book that only publishes one of Yang Rui's papers. He also got this thing for several papers he published abroad.

The monograph is for the author of the paper to spread, or to show off, or to share academic achievements, or to collect and commemorate, and has a wide range of uses.

And its most important use right now is to determine the length of the paper.

Whether it is a long article, a short article or a communication of a few sentences, there is a huge difference in the value of a paper, and it is extremely important for a paper published in a top journal.

Top journals including "Cell", "Nature", and "Science" have a limit on the number of papers in each issue. In the 1980s, it was usually within ten to fifteen papers, and the total number of pages fluctuated no more than 10 pages.

However, authors who submit articles always want to write as long as possible. A thesis is not a work of art. The longer it is written, the clearer it will be, and the better it can express the original intention of the author.

However, just like the competition for publication of papers, there will also be competition for papers that can be published.

The best ones will naturally be long, published in eight, ten, twenty or even thirty pages at a stretch - some will be published long, others will be shortened, and will be excerpted into two-page or four-page papers There are every issue, and their value is also reduced to the minimum. They can only briefly explain the author's research direction and research conclusions. Interested colleagues often have to contact the author again to find out what he has done.

The worst thing is that it is reduced to a communication, that is, the editor explains the research in a few sentences. As for the detailed content, please move to the supplement or other journals to read.

If the skin is thick enough, a few words of correspondence can also be said to have been published in "Cell", and some professors even include it in their resumes grandly. However, the real paper is at least eight pages long, with diagrams With data, it can perfectly show the author's research situation.

The 8 pages in the journal should be 16 or 18 pages in the booklet. Yang Rui didn't directly turn to the last page to see the number of pages, but turned over page by page.

Yang Rui was like a picky eater, eating his staple food grain by grain.

The projects he worked on and the papers he published, from the beginning to the end, seemed to be reliving the efforts and struggles of the past half a year.

After eight pages, it was still a thesis.

After sixteen pages, it was still a thesis.

On the twentieth page, a full set of data appeared, which happened to be the end of the first phase of the project, proving that the induction of mutation genes was successful.

Richard also lost his competitiveness at this stage.

Yang Rui showed a smile unconsciously on his face. There are still two stages of experiments to be written in the next stage. It seems that the long article is correct.

On his right side, Dean Liu's hands were shaking.

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