Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Yang Rui didn't lose his attention to Wang Shuo's novel.

On the tip of his nose is the fragrance of Jing Yulan who is nestling beside him, and before his eyes are Jing Yulan's fair neck and collarbone...

Jing Yulan gently turned the book over.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, and it was obvious that her heart was not as calm as it seemed on the surface.

"Teacher Jing..." Yang Rui whispered in Jing Yulan's ear.

Jing Yulan trembled violently, almost jumping up from the sofa.

"Teacher Jing..." Yang Rui called again in Jing Yulan's ear.

"Don't call me teacher." Jing Yulan tried her best to hold the bound book in her hand, shaking it, just like her mood.

"No, you are my teacher." Yang Rui wrapped his arms around Jing Yulan's waist, and it was easy to do so.

The book in Jing Yulan's hand quietly fell to the ground.

With strength in his hands, Yang Rui gently pulled Jing Yulan into his arms, rubbing his cheek against Jing Yulan's, feeling extremely satisfied in his heart.

The feel is also really satisfying.

Jing Yulan suddenly turned her face around, staring at Yang Rui's contented face, with a half-smile.

All of a sudden, Yang Rui felt as if he was in a weak position.

"Hold me to the bed." Jing Yulan's eyes were firm and charming.

Yang Ruise conferred the soul, but hesitated.

Entering the bedroom, Yang Rui looked at Jing Yulan with some hesitation, and said, "You don't want to ask me...questions?"

"Just be gentle." Jing Yulan's face was flushed, she bit Yang Rui's neck lightly with her white teeth.

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Yang Rui slept in the dark, and when he woke up, he opened his eyes, and the room was still dark.

He rubbed his head and looked carefully, but the curtains were pulled tightly.

Yang Rui stretched his waist,

Straight out of the room with bare feet on the ground.

The moment the door was opened, bright sunlight came in, and at the same time, Jing Yulan was also seen under the sunlight.

She crossed her legs sideways, reading at the dining table, her snow-white ankles resting on the edge of the chair, swinging rhythmically.

Yang Rui didn't want to scare Jing Yulan, so he walked to the dining table, moved the chair lightly, made some noises, and then said with a smile: "You're already up?"

Jing Yulan raised her head immediately, her eyes wide open, like a deer seeing a panda for the first time, a little pleasantly surprised, a little shy, and a little timid.

"Did you sleep well?" Yang Rui sat opposite Jing Yulan, and asked again, "Did you make breakfast?"

Jing Yulan pursed her lips and smiled, "There are porridge and steamed buns, and some side dishes..."

"A lot of side dishes." In front of Yang Rui, there were sliced ​​preserved eggs and pickles, as well as cold cucumbers and tomatoes, and a surprise meatball.

In the casserole next to the platter, there was steaming steam, and Yang Rui stretched his neck to open it, but it was a porridge with green vegetables and lean meat, which smelled very appetizing.

"I'm sorry, I'm so hungry." Yang Rui blinked, took a bowl of porridge for himself, served with side dishes, and ate a steamed bun in two or three strokes.

Jing Yulan watched Yang Rui gobble it up, and felt extremely peaceful in her heart.

"I'm going to finish writing the outline today, and then I'll write some more text." After eating the second steamed bun, Yang Rui drank another bowl of porridge and asked, "Do you have any plans?"

Jing Yulan froze for a moment, shook her head, and said, "No."

"Great, we can play in the room for a day." Yang Rui clapped his hands and made a decision.

Just as Jing Yulan was about to nod, she caught sight of Yang Rui's narrow smile and was immediately speechless.

Yang Rui raised his head to the sky and screamed three times, picked up Jing Yulan, and returned to the bedroom without hesitation.

As for the 863 plan...

Who cares about it now.

However, Yang Rui finally completed the writing of the biological chapter of the 863 project, which took three days.

During these three days, Yang Rui stayed at home.

Jing Yulan also stayed with Yang Rui for three days.

Doing top-notch projects and being accompanied by beautiful women is simply the dream life of scientific researchers.

A happy mood also brings super efficiency. In other words, it was Jing Yulan's coquettishness and smile that prompted Yang Rui to write his development plan more perfectly and attentively.

Compared with the original plan, the development plan written by Yang Rui is more complete, more achievable, and more continuous.

However, after writing his name on the document bag, Yang Rui was not as confident as when he wrote the outline.

The "National High-tech Research and Development Plan" is a plan that determines the next few years or even decades. It is not a purely technological product, but more like a game of profit distribution.

On the one hand, national interests are the first to be guaranteed and should be guaranteed; on the other hand, the interests of scientists and scientific research institutions are inevitably involved.

Just like the embryo transfer of cattle, if it is included in a certain development plan, it will naturally receive corresponding funds. Institutions like the North China Institute of Animal Products must try their best to include embryo transfer in the plan, and then Grab it, otherwise, their research institute will immediately fall into economic crisis.

In this regard, research institutes and private companies are the same, nothing more than one cannot go bankrupt and the other can go bankrupt.

From the 1980s to the 1990s, and then to the 2000s, the research institutes that could not go bankrupt all had their own misery, and the large research institutes, or in other words, the research institutes that were alive and well, pursued various development plans even more. Urgent.

Because large-scale research institutes need to support more people and do more projects in order to continue and grow stronger, and the heads of large-scale research institutes are obviously more capable of lobbying.

Therefore, whether it is a national development plan or a biological development plan, competition is inevitable in the end.

However, competition at the non-technical level must ultimately be achieved by relying on real technical competition.

When Yang Rui handed over the document bag to Academician Zhu, the initial judgment was ultimately based on the plan itself.

Academician Zhu opened it unexpectedly, and when he saw the name, he was a little dazed: "A high-tech research and development plan?"

"Yes, I have some personal opinions, and I think it's better to write them down." Yang Rui sat opposite the large desk with a very serious expression.

Academician Zhu's expression changed slightly, and he slowly opened the document Yang Rui handed him.

The first time, he saw the complete catalog.

"For your personal opinion, you still need a catalog." Academician Zhu said jokingly.

Yang Rui nodded slightly, and said, "Write too much as you write."

"En. Let me take a look." To be honest, Academician Zhu is unwilling to read such voluminous documents. His time is limited, and Mr. Qiao's trust makes him many times busier than ordinary academicians.

However, Yang Rui is not an ordinary scholar after all. In the eyes of politicians, he may be a young outstanding scholar, but in the eyes of academics, Yang Rui's status is completely different.

Since Yang Rui spent a lot of time writing this document—in Academician Zhu's opinion, Yang Rui started writing this document after meeting Mr. Qiao, so he had to go through it no matter how reluctant he was.

Academician Zhu flipped the pages quickly.

However, Yang Rui wrote enough pages.

It took almost 10 minutes for Academician Zhu to turn over all of them.

"This is... a complete development outline of biology?" Academician Zhu said slowly.

"Yes." Yang Rui replied, and said again: "Write too much as you write."

Academician Zhu was dumbfounded, he didn't know whether to say that Yang Rui was great or that he was conceited.

Writing a national-level guideline in an independent capacity is perhaps the right way to describe it as ego.

It's just... well written.

Academician Zhu looked at Yang Rui, as if trying to distinguish his level of conceit.

Yang Rui looked at Academician Zhu confidently. Regarding the development outline itself, Yang Rui had incomparable confidence.

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