Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Professor Yang."

　　 "Professor Yang."

　　 At the same time as the doorbell rang, accompanied by rhythmic shouts, the Chinese was still half-baked-at most, half-baked.

　　 Yang Rui opened his eyes in a daze, glanced at his watch, quickly sat up, pushed Jing Yulan next to him, and whispered: "Oops, it's noon."

　　 "What time is it?" Jing Yulan's IQ also stayed in her dream.

　　 "It's 12 o'clock. Swedish time." Yang Rui put on a dress casually, and then shouted, "Who is it?"

　　 "Acheson, sir, I am your Nobel Attaché." The knock on the door stopped, and the caller began to answer in standard English, speaking more slippery than Chinese.

　　 Yang Rui was a little dazed, and then asked: "What is mine?"

"Your Nobel Attaché." At the door, Acheson paused and said, "Professor Yang, I am a personal service staff assigned to you by the Swedish Ministry of Foreign Affairs. During the Nobel Prize presentation period, I listened to and only listened to it. Your order."

　　 Yang Rui said in surprise: "Is there still this project?"

　　 It's no wonder that he didn't know. If it is in the Internet age, he can open any search engine and find all the benefits of the Swedish government during the Nobel Prize, from accommodation to personnel arrangements, etc., which are far beyond the ambassadorial level. Basically, how does China treat it? Old friends of the Chinese people, how the Swedes treat Nobel Prize winners.

　　From this point of view, any Swedes who don’t play China’s set are all fake. They just look down on ordinary diplomatic representatives. Not to mention the social delegation, forgive me for not accepting a few words to save it.

　　 However, for now, even if the embassy asks for the details, it may not be able to convey the message to Yang Rui in full. Therefore, the Nobel Attaché is basically outside of Yang Rui's cognitive zone.

　　 Acheson had to explain again, and said: "Professor Yang, the Nobel suite, the Nobel desk, and the Nobel Attaché are the standard equipment for Nobel Prize winners."

　　 "Is there another desk?"

"Yes, in the study room. There are the signatures of previous Nobel Prize winners on the table. I will ask you to sign them later." Acheson paused and said, "It's already lunch time, where do you want to eat? ?"

　　 Yang Rui rubbed a somewhat sore waist, and said: "Can you wait a moment, I just woke up, a little jet lag..."

　　 "I can come back later."

　　 "That 30 minutes."

　　 "Okay, see you in 30 minutes." Acheson finished the conversation, and there was no more sound.

　　 In the bedroom, Jing Yulan flushed with shame, entered the bathroom first, and said, "I said I need to pay attention to the time. You have to do it again."

　　 "When I said to do it again and again, you didn't have any fierce opposition."

　　 "I have objections." Jing Yulan was not convinced.

　　 Yang Rui groaned for a moment, and said, "I remembered it wrong, it was really intense."

　　……

　　 Thirty minutes later.

　　 Yang Rui opened the door on time, and saw a tall and robust Swede waiting in front of the corridor early.

　　 There are some criteria to judge whether a waiting white man is Swedish or not.

　　 First of all, he doesn't walk around impatiently in the corridors. Those who do that are usually Americans, or even more annoying, uncultivated Americans. The difference is basically in the mouth.

　　Secondly, while the Swedes are waiting, they will not stare at the wall without a thoughtful eyes.

　　 The Swedes have been waiting all their lives. They take time seriously, so they should have been used to being bored.

　　Finally, the most important point is to look at his breastplate, which is marked with nationality...

　　 "Professor Yang, I am very happy to serve you."

　　 Being an attaché to Nobel Prize winners, but it's a beautiful job. Moreover, regardless of the Swedes doing other things very well, for the Nobel Prize, they only pursue perfection.

　　Nobel Prize Attachés often appear in the picture. Being handsome is only the basic requirement, and the level of family background is the key to stand out. In this country with a royal family, nobles have existed for a long time.

　　 However, the most handsome young man, standing in front of Yang Rui, would not show up.

　　 Comrade Acheson looked at Yang Rui for a few seconds, but he blushed and bowed his head to greet: "Professor Yang, how did you rest yesterday?"

　　 "It's a little jet lag." Yang Rui smiled and stepped aside and said: "Come in and sit down. By the way, the Nobel Attaché, what does it do?"

　　 "It's your assistant during your stay in Sweden." Acheson smiled and said: "If you have any requirements, you can ask me, and I will try my best to satisfy them."

　　 "Any request is fine?"

"of course."

　　 "I want four steaks, two pasta, and some vegetables and soup?" Yang Rui was honest. The dreams are all disturbed. What a bite to eat.

　　 Acheson hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "Swedish steak is not light, and maybe one serving is enough for a lady."

　　 "Oh, she only eats pasta, and the steaks are for me." Yang Rui patted his stomach and smiled: "Don't worry, it won't be wasted."

　　 Acheson secretly said: I am not afraid of your waste, I am afraid that the Nobel Prize winner will die in the Nobel Suite.

　　 For this reason, Acheson kept staring at Yang Rui during his meal.

　　 Many years later, when Acheson was tempted by booksellers to write the Nobel Chronicle, he spent a whole chapter describing it.

After 　　 four steaks, Acheson took Yang Rui and Jing Yulan to the Stockholm Concert Hall for familiarization and rehearsals. This is where the Nobel Prize ceremony was held. It can even be said that the Stockholm Concert Hall was built for the Nobel Prize ceremony.

　　In order to complete the grand awards ceremony, the ladies must wear formal evening dresses, and the men must wear tuxedos if they are not in national costumes. Suits are not acceptable.

Acheson also carefully explained this point, and then said: "The Nobel Prize Foundation is willing to bear all the expenses of the two during their stay in Sweden, and the clothes are also included. If it is not too troublesome, we can do it after dinner. Try on clothes..."

　　 "We brought it ourselves." Yang Rui also explained: "When we were in London, we bought some clothes."

　　 "In this case, after I go back, let our designer help the two of you organize the clothes, can you?" Acheson said more carefully, for fear of causing a misunderstanding. "

　　 The Nobel Prize is an award for the whole world. Therefore, although the number of winners in developed countries is larger, the total number of awards in developing countries is also quite large. Among them, there are inevitably scholars with meager incomes.

In fact, scholars with meager income are the norm all over the world. Those scholars who have made Nobel Prize achievements and then wait at home for news are slightly better. Scholars who have won the Nobel Prize suddenly cannot afford air tickets and tuxedos. It's not uncommon-of course, scholars can probably afford to buy clothes that sell iron or house, but those who are willing to do so are rare.

　　 Acheson is most afraid of encountering scholars with strong self-esteem and insufficient practical preparation.

　　 When the time comes, cameras around the world will focus on this, and the Nobel Prize winners in tattered shirts have come with permission to interpret them as celebrities. For Acheson, it would be an accident.

　　 Yang Rui and Jing Yulan looked at each other and smiled, as if not paying attention to the reason why Acheson asked.

　　 After a while, someone sent a box of their clothes over.

　　 Yang Rui and Jing Yulan changed in the locker room of the concert hall, and when they came out, you could see Acheson drooling.

　　 Acheson stared blankly at the handsome man and beautiful girl in front of him, and thought: What should I do, is my appearance strange? No way, I can't stand the temptation of formal wear the most...

　　 Yang Rui coughed softly and said, "Is there anything I need to modify?"

　　 "No, the tailors in London handled it very well." The Swedish designer told the truth. He mainly came to see if the clothes were in compliance with the specifications. Now that the effect is seen, there is naturally nothing to say.

　　 Yang Rui nodded without surprise, turned around and asked, "Acheson, where are we going next?"

　　 Acheson looked like an old farmer in northern Shaanxi, wiped his face with his sleeve, and said in a daze: "Press conference, there must be an open press conference..."

　　 As he spoke, Acheson was relieved and said, "Professor Yang, you can wear this suit."

　　Yang Rui nodded, and said, "It's more convenient not to change clothes, so let's go now?"

"Okay, let's go now. Please go from here..." Acheson concealed his lack of talent, and he was quietly relieved: It seems that he hasn't been discovered. The light in the concert hall is not good. They should not see it.

　　 Yang Rui took Jing Yulan's arm, passed Acheson, and said with concern: "Your condition is not very good. Are you sick? Do you want to rest?"

　　 "Really..." Acheson's face instantly collapsed, and Ai Ai said, "I'm a little uncomfortable, but it doesn't affect you. Don't worry."

　　 "Well, some diseases are very strange, don't take it lightly."

　　 Acheson only felt that his glass heart seemed to have fallen to the ground by a 400-jin child, cracking every inch.

　　 But he is a strong man after all. Acheson took a few seconds to adjust his mood~www.readwn.com~ secretly vowed: "I won't make strange expressions and movements anymore."

　　 He flicked his hair vigorously, letting the tip of the hair pass through the tip of his nose.

　　 Acheson smelled the tangy fragrance, and looked at Yang Rui's back involuntarily, his eyes blurred.

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