Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

The television above the head continues to display the introduction of the Nobel Prize.

　　　　 Some people who looked like experts and non-experts began to brush their faces frequently, while explaining the Nobel Prize and Sweden, while introducing Yang Rui and his possibility of winning from a different perspective.

　　　　 The judgments of the experts, close to the results of the interview, are full of comforting words, and the expressions inside are not optimistic.

　　　　 Lao Fang nodded secretly. Although he did not approve of the big head on TV, he did approve the judgment of several people.

　　　　 Anything else, Yang Rui’s age is an obstacle to winning the Nobel Prize.

　　　　 gave him the Nobel Prize, which was tantamount to breaking the record for the youngest Nobel Prize, dropping from 25 to 23.

　　　　 When was the last time a scholar under 30 won the Nobel Prize?

　　　　 It doesn’t make sense that Yang Rui can break the routine. From the Lao Fang’s point of view, although Yang Rui’s achievements are remarkable, it is appropriate to give the Nobel Prize in a few years or even decades.

　　　　 turned his head to look at Yang Rui, Professor Cai and others, and the few people laughed at Yan Yan.

　　　　 Lao Fang was full of doubts, winked secretly, and drew disciple Bian Hu, and said: "Go and check to see what kind of horrible idea they are fighting now."

"Yes." Bian Hu was a student admitted by Lao Fang in his early years. At that time, his undergraduate program was still in super small classes. Staying in school to teach, thus forming a mountain. In all kinds of articles criticizing Chinese education, the words such as "inbreeding" that often appear are not a joke. For a long time, some school teachers are self-produced by Shantou or bred from Shantou and Shantou. Few exceptions.

　　　　Bianhu, as a big tiger on the top of Fang's mountain, is now waiting for Lao Fang to retire in a few years, and he has quickly moved up.

He did not participate in this kind of "academic debate", even without instructions from the Lao Fang, Bian Hu already had an idea. After getting the teacher's order, he got up and went out according to the established strategy, and he just turned a corner. I found Zhang Xing, the waiter who was preparing the dishes, and gave a few words in a low voice.

Zhang Xing nodded excitedly and called a colleague again to explain one or two, and then rushed out, arrived at the dining room, pretended to tidy up his clothes, and stood behind Yang Rui, as if he was tidying up tableware. Not moving anymore.

　　　　, Wu Hongbo, who was sitting across from him, could not have imagined that the current waiter still had this kind of part-time job, let alone interfered with the other party's work. Nowadays, the waiters in state-owned enterprises are bullish, and the service is definitely not available. Even if you stand up against bullies, you are even afraid of yourself.

　　　　 Yang Rui, Professor Cai and others continued to talk excitedly, Zhang Xing was excited to listen behind, Lao Fang, Ge Xingbang and others were scratching their ears and cheeks nearby.

　　　　 Harmonious world, everyone got what they wanted.

　　　　 After a long time, Zhang Xing noticed the appearance of Bian Hu again, and then quietly left the dining room.

　　　　 "How are they, what are they happy about?" The Lao Fang waited longer and became a little impatient.

　　　　 Bianhu sat next to Lao Fang, but did not speak immediately. Instead, he picked up his teacup and took two sips.

　　　　 Lao Fang frowned and waited quietly.

　　　　 Bianhu drank the big cup of tea clean, then spit out two tea leaves, and said: "Zhang Xing said more, let me summarize it."

　　　　 "Well, you said." The old Fang quietly lowered his expectations.

　　　　 Bianhu took a breath, glanced at Yang Rui from a distance, and said, "They talk strangely."

"Oh?"

　　　　 "Let me put it together, the core is just one sentence, according to Yang Rui's statement..." Bian Hu paused, and slowly said, "It's a good thing to have attention."

　　　　 "Attention... is a good thing." Lao Fang repeated it, frowning deep into the texture.

　　　　 Bianhu glanced at him worriedly, and whispered: "Teacher, I think they are a little bit self-comforting. Don't pay too much attention to it. They were dumped a few years ago. Who is not getting the attention of the news day by day."

　　　　 "Do you really think so?"

　　　　 "Well...in TV, even if CCTV didn't cut them, it would almost be beating." Bian Hu didn't know what Lao Fang meant, so he replied slightly.

　　　　 "It makes sense to say it."

"Yes."

　　　　 "I didn't say you are reasonable."

"what?"

Lao Fang shook his head and said, "Yang Rui, this kid is not wrong. Think about it. What he does is scientific research, not politics. What is the danger? No matter how dangerous it is, where is it? Need to be beaten on the TV station in advance?"

　　　Bianhu whispered: "I've thought about this problem too, but it's not as deep as you think. But what does it mean if the TV station broadcasts this for not beating? Is there any effort to offend people?"

　　　　 "Maybe you won't offend people, don't you think Yang Rui is very happy?" Lao Fang said lightly, with some envy in his eyes.

　　　　 Bianhu was a little dazed, and said, "They can still communicate with Yang Rui in advance."

　　　　 "That's not necessarily." The old party is very familiar with the style of the media, and shook his head slightly. It is not a senior leader who does not have such qualifications.

　　　　 "What's the point of that?" Bian Hu couldn't help asking repeatedly, as if he were in a laboratory.

　　　　 Lao Fang twitched his nose twice without making a sound.

　　　　 Everyone in the cafeteria ate breakfast a little dull, and then left.

Yang Rui, Professor Cai, and Wu Hongbo formed a small circle of their own, and didn’t say much. Lao Fang and Ge Xingbang were also suspicious and too lazy to provoke. On the contrary, Lao Tan didn’t know anything. Since he agreed to two thirds. The distribution plan for Fang is also out of Fang Ge's body, and to a certain extent, out of the fierce struggle, it doesn't matter what other people think.

　　　　 The quietness in the cafeteria did not spread to the rest of the guest house.

　　　　 Since the breakfast is over, the good people have been busy with all kinds of connections, making the guest house very lively.

　　　　 was originally a room in a Soviet-style corridor. At this time, the rooms were opened, and people came in and out, just like buying and selling goods in a commercial area.

　　　　 I don’t know when, in a certain room, the sound of the TV came again.

　　　　 "Master, where did you come from."

　　　　 "I'm from Hedong Province. I'm here to support our son Yang Rui in Hedong and fight for the Nobel Prize."

　　　　 "Yeah, did you come to the capital from Hedong Province on a special trip? Do you know the Nobel Prize?"

"I understand, I used to work at a health and epidemic prevention station in Hedong Province. I know that the Nobel Prize in Biology is the highest biological award in the world. I bought a train ticket the day before yesterday and took the train for a day and two nights before arriving. "The old man's voice sounded very loud, with a sense of excitement unique to the times.

　　　　 The reporter said more excitedly: "Then do you know where the Nobel Prize was selected?"

　　　　 "It was selected by Western countries in Sweden."

　　　　 "Since it was selected in a Western country, what use is it for you to post this slogan? The judges can't see it either."

"It is my heart to see and not see, you young people, I don’t know how severe the previous health and epidemic situation in our country is, and how difficult our country’s current health and epidemic prevention projects are. Our health and epidemic prevention work The objects are bacteria and microorganisms invisible to the human eye, and diseases that are intangible. These are not two steel guns that can be defeated by a meeting of tens of thousands of people. We need 84 disinfectant made by scientists and disinfectant water. And glucose, penicillin and all kinds of medicines are needed to defeat these enemies." The old man paused, and his voice became louder:

"Microbes are an invisible and intangible enemy. This enemy is no weaker than U.S. imperialism. They kill fewer people than the U.S. Empire’s ideas. We must defeat these enemies. I don’t want foreigners to see my slogan. But I hope that foreigners can see Yang Rui and let them know that we are a Chinese nation that cannot be defeated by a steel gun, and we are also a Chinese nation that cannot be destroyed by disease..."

In the 　　　　 Su-style corridor, there were fewer and fewer people talking, and it gradually became silent.

　　　　 More people gathered in the room where the TV was turned on. Some people squeezed in, while others stayed outside, listening with ears erect.

　　　　 The sound of the TV was turned to the maximum, so that the uncle’s voice resounded through the corridor.

"The older generation knows that if you fall behind, you will be beaten. It was really beaten. We were beaten with blood and corpses everywhere. I don't know science very well, but I think, the steam engine invented by foreigners back then was shipped to China. There must be people laughing. It’s too expensive~www.readwn.com~ It’s not easy to use, it’s so useful without mules and horses, so it’s easy to feed... I, I hope, now that we Chinese people can become humble, support science, and support modernization. Construction, don't wait until fifty years and one hundred years later, to be laughed at by future generations..." The old man's voice gradually became a little trembling, but the tone was the same passionate.

　　　　 "Thank you, uncle. We have received your kind request. In addition, uncle, can you show your self-made slogan to our audience friends?" The reporter's voice came out clearly.

　　　　 The sound of shaking cloth strips came from the TV, and then, the old man’s accented Mandarin: "Without science today, there will be no happy life tomorrow. Support Yang Rui, support science, and wish the motherland prosperity!"

　　　　 "Where do you want to put this slogan?"

　　　　 "I want to hang up in front of Peking University, so that the students can see, I hope they can be the backbone of China like Yang Rui!" The old man's volume gradually dropped.

　　　　 is very heavy.

　　　　 There was still no one talking in the corridor. The scholars looked at each other and moved away from each other, and finally silently returned to their respective rooms.

boom.

boom.

　　　　 Except for the sound of closing the door, there was no other sound in the main building of the guest house. Even the TV was quietly turned off.

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