Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

The sky in Beijing in 1985 was pitch black and clear.

A little bit of stars is equally profound and romantic to ordinary people and scientists.

Like being a woman, is equally esoteric and romantic to ordinary people and scientists.

Yang Rui felt that he had said the wrong thing, and he desperately simulated the remedial plan in his mind...

As for Jing Yulan, she stared at Yang Rui with sparkling eyes, blushing as if she had a fever, but she didn't lower her head like a little girl.

Jing Yulan has always been gentle and generous - gentle as water, generous, her character prevents her from being overbearing, and her knowledge prevents her from falling into a situation where she is at a loss because of social customs.

Jing Yulan didn't wait for Yang Rui's remedy, but said softly: "It's so late, how can I stay here?"

got rejected!

Obviously, although Yang Rui knew that there would be such an answer the moment he spoke, as a man, Yang Rui still had some expectations.

It's like walking on the street and seeing a moving figure, you can't help but fantasize about the way to strike up a conversation, or just go up and strike up a conversation by yourself, challenging the single-digit success rate.

It's like a young man in full swing, when he sees a young and beautiful female teacher wearing a slender skirt that covers her knees, only her white legs are exposed, walking lightly on the podium, she can't help imagining scenes of indecent scenes, Or, just write a love letter and spend the rest of the day hesitant to send it.

Yang Rui wandered back and forth between rationality and sensibility for a long time.

A gust of cool wind woke him up.

Yang Rui collected himself, looked at Jing Yulan's bright and pretty face again, and suddenly realized that Jing Yulan was not angry at all.

If it's angry, it's usually something like leaving angrily.

Since you haven't left...

If you don't leave, does that count as rejection?

Confused perhaps?

Maybe, not so angry?

Yang Rui looked at Jing Yulan as if he was looking at a set of high-dimensional complex functions.

He wanted to solve this function, but didn't know where to start.

Seeing Yang Rui's confused and worried expression, Jing Yulan couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth silently.

Yang Rui's height is close to 1.9 meters. He grew up in Xizhaizi Township. He has good physical fitness. In recent years, he has deliberately supplemented nutrition and exercise. When he stands straight in front of him, he gives people a kind of The refreshing feeling of the soldiers of the national flag class.

His facial features are also sharp, according to the description of the old people earlier, they are horizontal and vertical. To describe it in a more ceremonial language, it means being strong and rigid.

Jing Yulan hasn't read a few fashion magazines, but she's sure that there are very few celebrities in Europe, America, Japan, or Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan who can look better than Yang Rui's facial features and figure.

Jing Yulan's major is English, and she has seen many movies and photos in the name of "internal information".

Jing Yulan looked at Yang Rui seriously, the man in front of her rarely showed a confused and worried expression, and it was even rarer to be confused and worried together.

After a few seconds, Yang Rui finally noticed the upturned corner of Jing Yulan's mouth that hadn't been hidden.

"Will it be too cold?" Yang Ruifu thought, took off his short coat, and gently put it on Jing Yulan's body.

Jing Yulan's body trembled, and she couldn't help smiling.

"Let's go in." Yang Rui took Jing Yulan's arm, turned around and closed the balcony door, and drew the curtains.

The moment the curtains closed, Yang Rui clearly felt that his English teacher was relieved.

"Just like we used to, you teach me English, and rest when you're tired." Yang Rui poured Jing Yulan a cup of hot tea, and put the remaining goose meat in the refrigerator.

There are other ways to eat the cold goose meat, which is also quite good. In general, delicious things are never wasted.

However, now is not the time to care about food.

When Yang Rui returned to Jing Yulan's side, his mood had returned from agitation to composure—it was just calm down, but it was enough for Yang Rui to think normally.

"I'll continue to work on the project, and then, you can drink some tea and rest for a while." Yang Rui took out his notebook, sat down at the coffee table, and got busy.

Although Jing Yulan didn't answer his successive questions, she gradually relaxed.

Yang Rui gradually fell into deep thought.

The core of the "National High-tech Research and Development Plan" is the development plan, and the plan must be forward-looking. On the other hand, projects that are too forward-looking but not realistic enough can hardly survive.

China is not a country with abundant scientific research resources. In fact, there is no country on earth with sufficient scientific research resources, which can take into account both forward-looking and realistic.

Therefore, the requirement of continuity is important if a public expenditure program is to be designed. To translate this requirement into simple terms, the best plan is one that has a development plan and can see results immediately, and, with the investment of resources and the continuation of time, it can have better growth.

Of course, such a perfect plan usually does not exist, so it is the job of the designer to decide which direction to favor.

Naturally, it is impossible to only consider scientific research projects that can be effective within three months, but if they are effective after 30 years, China may not be able to afford to wait.

Considering the scientific value and the scientific research level of the Chinese biological community responsible for the actual operation, there are not many choices left for Yang Rui.

Yang Rui took out the original version of the 863 plan, revised it, revised it, and revised it again.

If he wanted to meet Mr. Qiao, he had to convince Academician Zhu to adopt his own plan, and for Academician Zhu to adopt Yang Rui's plan, this plan had to be amazing.

Yang Rui is qualified to make a development outline of biology, which is his job. In other words, any professor-level scholar is qualified to write such a plan.

However, it is not easy to persuade Academician Zhu to adopt it, not to mention adopting it in full, or in part.

Because writing the development outline of a certain industry is itself an honor and a manifestation of qualifications.

Yang Rui has no exclusive qualifications yet.

Therefore, in this work, Yang Rui is on the same starting line as the others, at least not too far apart.

Fortunately, each 863 development outline, after each revision, must summarize the past and look forward to the future, which relieves Yang Rui of a lot of work.

It didn't take long for Yang Rui to sort out his thoughts.

Turning around again, I saw Jing Yulan curled up her legs, leaning comfortably on the sofa, engrossed in reading.

"What are you looking at?" Yang Rui closed his notebook.

"Hey, have you finished your work?" Jing Yulan didn't answer immediately.

Yang Rui nodded and said, "I'll do the rest tomorrow."

"You don't have to worry about me, it feels good." Jing Yulan smiled slightly, sat up a little, and said, "I'm watching the collection of "Contemporary" last year."

"Oh, is there any good work?" Yang Rui moved a small bench and sat next to Jing Yulan, only an armrest away from her.

"I've just started watching." Jing Yulan smelled Yang Rui's breath, and her voice couldn't help but lowered a little, but her voice became more mellow.

"Look at the catalog, let's choose one together." "Contemporary" is a well-known literary publication in China. It not only publishes novels, novellas and short stories, but also includes columns such as talks and chronicles. , it can be regarded as a literary forum with a feedback time of up to two months.

For intellectuals in the 1980s, they could read a copy of "Contemporary" in two months, and they could write letters and contribute articles, which was like the advent of a great new world.

With very few TV programs, Yang Rui would buy a few magazines to read from time to time. Of course, he couldn't appreciate the instant feedback of the Internet age, and he was not blunt and silent after all.

"Which genre do you like to watch?" Jing Yulan asked Yang Rui curiously.

Literature belongs to the youth of the era, and Jing Yulan is no exception.

Nowadays, liking literature is not a label at all, but an attribute of the whole people, including old gentlemen who do not know each other, and are willing to listen to storytelling.

Yang Rui put his hand on the table of contents, traced down the author's name, and then stopped on a familiar name.

"Wang Shuo? Have you read his book?" Yang Rui followed the author's name and found the title, and couldn't help laughing: ""Stewardess"? It's very up-to-date."

"Then read this." Jing Yulan found the page, found Wang Shuo's biography, and said in surprise, "This is his first novel."

"Enen, judging by his pen name, he looks like he will be famous." Yang Rui said and sat forward, looking more clearly.

"Sit up." Jing Yulan patted the sofa coquettishly, giving up some seats.

Yang Rui immediately pushed forward happily, and leaned towards Jing Yulan.

The starry sky outside the window is complex and fascinating.

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