Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Yang Rui skipped class seriously.

Of course, those who engage in research skipping classes are not called skipping classes, but quiet thinking.

The teachers understood Yang Rui very well. They laughed it off when they didn’t hear the call during the roll call. It’s so difficult to publish a cell. If you can still publish a cell in class every day, do you really think you are a god?

Therefore, the professors who came to teach the biological science major felt that it was normal for Yang Rui not to come to the class, but it was abnormal to come to the class.

The first-year students are taught basic knowledge, and it is impossible to say that Yang Rui has not mastered these things.

The professors all smiled when they named Yang Rui, and the other teachers were even more embarrassed to arrest Yang Rui.

Up to now, Yang Rui, who still did some homework in the first semester, even saved his homework, and lived the life of a future college student.

For college students in 1984, college students 30 years later live more comfortably than gods.

It is not easy for a teacher like Jing Yulan to be in college.

At seven o'clock the next night, she came back from school sweating, and said apologetically, "I wanted to come back earlier, but the school was cleaned up, so I had to stay."

"No cleaners?"

"The whole school is cleaned up, where can the cleaners come?" Jing Yulan smiled and shook her head.

"As a result, the professors and researchers who lack the most time are left to do hygiene. It's really miserable." Yang Rui half-jokingly said: "That is to say, the labor force of students is too worthless. I'd rather hire a cleaner."

"Professors and researchers don't have to do hygiene, it's us little lecturers who have to do the work." Jing Yulan twitched the tip of her nose and asked, "Did you cook the meat?"

"The beef brisket was stewed in the pressure cooker, so I will do this too. I pressed it at six o'clock, and it will be fine after a while. By the way, you are responsible for putting the seasoning. I don't know how much salt to add." Yang Rui said Start washing your hands, and look like you are ready to eat at any time.

Jing Yulan rubbed her belly, she was also hungry, she looked at the pile of unprocessed onion, ginger and garlic on the chopping board, shook her head and said with a smile: "You don't even know how much salt to put, but cook the meat decently gone."

"If I eat it myself, I don't even add salt. I cook everything, sprinkle pepper and salt, and eat whatever I want. I don't need to learn this step."

Jing Yulan laughed out loud,

After finishing the seasoning twice, he said casually, "How come you can buy such fatty beef every time?"

"I'll give a tip." Yang Rui looked like a rich man.

"You don't buy it every day, how would he know when to leave it for you?"

"I call the market in advance and tell the people in the market what I want, and they will prepare it for me."

"They prepared it for you...for a tip?" Jing Yulan fainted.

"Just hand over the cigarettes. People don't take money, it's too vulgar." Yang Rui said with a playful smile: "It's worth a few dozen yuan a month to hire a nanny. Give a few packs of cigarettes to people in the market, and I'll help you. very."

Jing Yulan was dumbfounded.

Yang Rui watched Jing Yulan wash the rice and vegetables, helping out a little from time to time, touching little hands or something, but it was very pleasant.

For three days in a row, Yang Rui ate and drank and half-rested.

The experimental team in Tangji's laboratory is not very proficient, and the progress is already slow, but Huarui's laboratory is very proficient, so Yang Rui doesn't need to bother, both parties just need to make a few phone calls to find out the situation. If the technology is more advanced and there is email, Yang Rui can save even calling on time.

However, Yang Rui's wish for messages in the school to fade away failed to materialize. The rumors in the school are spreading less, but they are far from disappearing, and there is a tendency to ferment.

In the era of information explosion, it is easy to come and go for a popular person and a hot topic, and it may not last for two days. But in the 1980s, it was not easy for everyone to spread a message, so naturally they had to play longer.

Yang Rui's absence from class for a few days was at best a time for the rumors to be explored in depth.

A few bored graduate students even began to analyze and guess the names of professors at the University of Tokyo.

In fact, there are only a few individuals in the biology of Dongda University who will publish papers, and there are even fewer people whose research direction is ion membranes.

On the Monday of the second week, the letter sent back pushed the guessing to the extreme.

When Yang Rui received the call, he could no longer play and disappear because of emotion and reason, so he had to go back to the laboratory to accept the onlookers.

Those who came to see the excitement... No, it should be the crowd who came for a walk, almost crowding Tang's centralized laboratory.

Moreover, everyone spontaneously formed a chat group to exchange information:

"Is the letter sent back equal to the final decision?"

"Not necessarily." There is a well-meaning person next to him: "Peer review is usually made by two or three people. Yang Rui alone rejects others, and if the other one or two people pass, they will still publish the papers of the professors of Dongda University, but it will not be accepted. It may be modified by others."

"That is to judge unanimously?"

"If the judgment is inconsistent, it is necessary to edit and analyze the reasons. The party with a good reason counts. This is not true."

"Yang Rui is asking the other party to modify it?"

"Yes, but whether to change or not depends on the opinions of other reviewers. If I, Yang Rui is so young, I'm still not suitable for trust."

"If you don't trust his judgment, why let him be a reviewer? Foreigners only make such troubles when they are bored, and they don't care about their age."

"How can you not care?"

"Do you care if American professors are 20 or 30 years old? Li Zhengdao seems to be a professor in his 20s."

"It's too exaggerated for you to compare Li Zhengdao with Yang Rui."

"Li Zhengdao went to the United States after graduating from Southwest Associated University, and Yang Rui went to the United States after graduating from Peking University. Maybe how to develop."

"Hey, can't our country produce a Nobel Prize?"

After the topic went awry, Yang Rui returned to Tang's concentrated laboratory and nodded to the crowd: "It's a walk."

"Hey, let's take a stroll." The onlookers greeted each other freely like a man smoking tobacco in a threshing floor, and all of them stared wide-eyed, waiting to see Yang Rui's performance.

It was Tang Ji who pulled Yang Rui into the office, closed the door, sighed, and said in a low voice, "This screw-up is just pointing at your jokes."

"It's not surprising. I stole their limelight and blocked their way. It's normal for some people to be annoyed by it." Yang Rui was not affected as Tang Jiong imagined.

"Aren't you angry?" Tang concentrated on looking at Yang Rui. He is old, maybe he is used to being pointed at by others, but Yang Rui is young and energetic, he should be very impulsive at this age.

Yang Rui shrugged and said, "There are only so many resources. If I take them, others will lose them. Why should I be angry? They are angry."

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