Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Yang Rui staggered toward the seat, and Acheson followed suit, staring closely at Yang Rui’s back, buttocks and thighs... The purpose was to avoid "Nobel Prize winners falling in the Stockholm Concert Hall." The tragedy happened.

If there is a choice, Acheson can't wait to rush forward now, using his broad mind to support Yang Rui's shaking body.

But that would be too ugly.

Especially in the hall where there are many reporters, the Nobel Attaché supporting the drunk Nobel Prize winner is purely making news.

Acheson could only fall halfway behind Yang Rui, ready to help at any time.

Or, after Yang Rui left the hall, he rushed up and pushed him hard...

"Did you drink a lot?" Jing Yulan took the lead and caught Yang Rui when Acheson was thinking about welfare.

When Yang Rui saw Jing Yulan, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help muttering: "I didn't drink, I wasn't drunk...no..."

"It seems to be drunk." Jing Yulan laughed. She used to often look like her father was drunk, the cadres tested by alcohol, and those who went home to ensure that they were warriors on all fours. Therefore, Jing Yulan was more amused by Yang Rui's appearance after being drunk. Of course, she still needs to apologize to Acheson, after all, she is in trouble.

Acheson was dumbfounded.

He wanted to swear.

If it weren't for Jing Yulan, Yang Rui would fall into his palm after at most half a minute.

However, looking at Jing Yulan who naturally apologized, Acheson couldn't say anything to blame.

As a rich man among descent nobles, Acheson has seen countless elegant ladies since childhood.

Perhaps in terms of appearance and etiquette alone, Jing Yulan is not the most prominent, but the sincerity from her education and nature makes her graceful and moving.

Standard oriental beauty, gentle personality, elegant manner...

Acheson tried to find the bad part of this rival, but failed.

Perhaps only such a woman can be worthy of Yang Rui.

With such thoughts, Acheson frowned fiercely, hating his own random thoughts.

"The bad things are always women, bad women!" Acheson recalled the girls who snatched their toys from the kindergarten when he was a child.

"Mr. Acheson, please help me to help Yang Rui, he is too heavy." Jing Yulan held Yang Rui with one hand and asked for help.

Acheson was stunned for a moment, and he was ecstatic for a moment, and he quickly held Yang Rui's other arm, his whole body trembling in excitement.

"It's too heavy." Jing Yulan said embarrassedly: "When he is fine, he will go to the gym. As a result, his whole body is full of muscles. I don't know how to use it now, and I can't help it."

"Fitness is good, I like Shen... No, I can hold it, and I often go to work out." Acheson subconsciously lifted his pants to show his fitness results.

Jing Yulan didn't even look at it. She was afraid that Yang Rui would fall and make a fool of herself. How could she take care of the others.

Acheson didn't care, he had corrected his views on Jing Yulan, and now, no matter what the other party did, as long as he could support Yang Rui, he would not be happy.

"Elegant is not necessarily a good woman, but a good woman must be elegant." Acheson glanced at Jing Yulan through Yang Rui, feeling bright like the sunshine of Stockholm's summer solstice.

"I'm going to do a big project, a big project..." Yang Rui's drunkenness became heavier, and he started talking nonsense in Chinese.

Jing Yulan said with a good smile: "You often do big projects."

"This is different."

"Why is it different?"

"It's not the same." Yang Rui was a little boyish.

After getting drunk, Yang Rui felt that there was no problem, but he would say things that he would not normally say.

Not surprisingly, Jing Yulan led him, first placed it on the seat with the nameplate, then smiled apologetically to both sides, and then poured a cup of strong tea for Yang Rui.

Yang Rui stopped talking after drinking some wine, and fell asleep leaning on the chair.

Houston hurried over at this time, glanced at Yang Rui worriedly, and whispered: "Ms. Jing, Professor Yang is okay."

"Just drank too much." Jing Yulan said with a smile in English.

"It's okay, it's okay to drink more." Houston said here, laughed, and said: "Every year I only see the news of stars getting drunk...Well, Professor Yang is also a star now."

Jing Yulan doesn't understand Houston's thinking. From her point of view, what good is the star.

"By the way, Professor Yang didn't say anything inappropriate. If there is any, I should hurry up and public relations." Houston is a lively member of academic staff. After establishing a considerable relationship with Yang Rui, the Nobel Foundation also extended an olive branch to him, and Houston learned all aspects quickly.

Jing Yulan said: "It shouldn't be, he just mumbled to do a big project."

"Big project?" Houston laughed and said, "It's the Human Genome Project."

"Professor Yang may have been thinking about this, so you will never forget it when you are drunk." Acheson glanced at Yang Rui admiringly, full of desire for the top of the world, and said: "The completion of the human genome project Make a huge change. Maybe, in a few years, terminal illnesses like cancer will be overcome."

Houston chuckled twice without speaking.

Conquering cancer is a natural expectation of mankind after the development of antibiotics. However, this hope was shattered as early as the 1970s.

At the height of the Cold War, the Americans used funds worth the construction cost of 100 aircraft carriers, hoping to conquer cancer, and their investment was not insignificant. One of the giants of today's Human Genome Project, Dalbecco is one of the people in charge of the project.

However, although this huge amount of funding has yielded some results, it is still far away from conquering cancer.

To say that its greatest contribution is actually to prove that cancer cannot be conquered within a hundred years~www.readwn.com~Autoimmune diseases are the greatest enemy of human Pentium in the 21st century, because this enemy is hidden in the human body. So much so that medical experts can't do anything about it.

Ordinary people don't understand the key, how can Houston not understand it.

Not to mention conquering cancer. It takes more than ten years of busy medical scientists to classify cancer. Then, someone may conquer one or two types of cancer by chance.

Before there was a better way, all cancers were conquered and turned into street fighting. There was almost no way except to use a lot of resources to rush and kill.

"The value of the Human Genome Project is undoubted. Professor Yang will definitely be able to play a huge role in it." Houston straightened Yang Rui and added a sentence by the way.

"I'm going to do a big project first." Yang Rui suddenly opened his eyes and said in English.

"Huh? Aren't you doing the Human Genome Project?" Houston and Acheson both listened to Yang Rui's speech, and naturally thought that this was Yang Rui's next project.

Yang Rui laughed at the drunkard, opened his mouth, and stretched out his hand to hiss, but said in Chinese: "Mingxiu secretly, dark Chencang, you don't understand."

"What did Professor Yang say?" Houston and Acheson both looked at Jing Yulan.

Before Jing Yulan could speak, Yang Rui said in Chinese again: "I want to make a fake shot. Don't let people know, enter the village quietly, don't shoot."

As an English teacher, Jing Yulan suddenly realized the despair of translating Chinese to English.

In the face of Houston and Acheson, who are eager for knowledge, Jing Yulan can only say: "Yang Rui doesn't want people to know about his new project."

"What item can't be known?" Houston and Acheson became more curious.

Yang Rui laughed twice this time, raised his tone, and said, "It's a big project that can't be known."