Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Five o'clock in the morning is the darkest time of night.

On the wide road, there are empty, shadowy buildings like black holes, which seem to be real or fake.

In the moment of silence, occasionally the wind blows, and the sound of wiping the floor is extremely clear.

Xiao Qin was wearing a green army coat, a backpack slung across his body, and a mask, waiting quietly at the door of the distribution station.

Ten minutes later, a newspaper delivery van drove slowly.

Xiao Qin and his colleagues silently split the two sides, helping the driver of the newspaper delivery truck to unload the newspapers and periodicals belonging to the distribution station. During the whole process, no one spoke, and the cold wind was not poured into the body.

After the newspaper delivery van left, Xiao Qin and the others squatted on the ground again, and bundled up the unloaded newspapers and magazines according to the quantity and category. Immediately afterwards, Xiao Qin mentioned the part he was in charge of, put it on the bicycle, and kicked it hard.

He wants to deliver these newspapers and magazines to subscribers before dawn.

The wind is very cold.

Xiao Qin had gotten used to it a long time ago, and he even opened up the big scarf a little to let the heat generated by cycling escape.

Along the road, stuff newspapers and magazines from several units into the dark mailbox of the concierge, and you will see the Haidian District Genetic Engineering Laboratory in front of you, standing brightly on the side of the street.

Xiao Qin clicked his tongue twice, rode quickly a few times, let the bicycle slide into place, jumped off, and said with a smile: "Brother Feng, did you come so early?"

The doorpost of the genetic engineering laboratory is surrounded by glass, but there is a stove burning inside, and there is steam rising from hot tea.

Feng Guanghan pushed the door open with a smile, and said, "Come in and warm up, you can't come early, you've been very busy these days."

Xiao Qin laughed twice, leaned his bicycle to the edge of the gate, stepped in, and naturally put his hands on the stove, feeling his whole body was getting hot, and said again: "Your job is really good, you can't be in the sun in summer. , there is a stove in winter."

"Temporary workers are different from you." Feng Guanghan himself was satisfied, and said modestly by the way.

Xiao Qin replaced his father's job, so he finally got the job of delivering newspapers. He was also satisfied with his status in the establishment, so he smiled and said: "These two days are better, but winter is tough. You have a glass of hot water."

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Xiao Qin took out his teacup, poured a full cup of hot tea, and drank it wheezingly. Now that I don’t have a thermos that I carry with me, it’s not easy to drink hot water.

Feng Guanghan was also happy for Xiao Qin to come to the sentry box for a cup of tea every day, especially in the early hours of the morning, when it was the most boring and difficult. He was also afraid that he would accidentally fall asleep and lose the job.

After drinking half a cup of tea, Xiao Qin felt warm all over his body. He didn't dare to waste any more time, so he ordered several magazines and newspapers subscribed by the genetic engineering laboratory. He was in charge of several small newspapers and magazines. Compared with the delivery man of a large newspaper like "People's Daily", he traveled to fewer units but traveled longer.

Feng Guanghan divided the newspapers and magazines into stacks at the same time, opened the catalog, and browsed through them.

Xiao Qin had already put on his hat at this time, and asked curiously, "What are you looking for?"

"See if there are any papers published by researchers in our laboratory..." Feng Guanghan said, picked up the intercom phone, rang twice, and said: "There are papers published by Researcher Sun and Researcher Wang... Yes, it is this one." Expected... well, I'll wait."

Xiao Qin was surprised and said, "Someone in your unit really published an article."

In this era of literature and art, as long as any text is printed, it is an object of worship, so it is unknown how many young girls have been deceived.

Although Comrade Xiao Qin is an overage boy, he still casts star eyes at Feng Guanghan.

Feng Guanghan was a little complacent, he laughed twice, and the Beijing accent that he had just learned came out: "As usual, our unit is doing scientific research, and when we make results, we will publish articles."

"Are you really doing scientific research?" Xiao Qin blurted out.

Feng Guanghan glanced at him inexplicably, and said, "What else?"

Xiao Qin laughed twice and said, "I see that the lights in your unit are on from morning to night, and there are people who do scientific research and go to work in the early morning?"

"Why not, our unit is like this." Feng Guanghan said this point is also very painful. To say that Yang Rui did not require him and other employees to go to work early or to leave work late every day, but when the researchers all left work voluntarily, Feng Guanghan was embarrassed to think about the eight-hour work system.

Besides, Feng Guanghan is still a temporary worker now, so how could he not behave well.

Xiao Qin sighed, and suddenly felt a lot more balanced. He works early every day, and the temperature in the early morning is low, but as long as he finishes the morning work, the day's tasks are completed, and the rest of the time is at his disposal. Compared with Feng Guanghan and other people in their unit who have to get up early and come back late, I don't know where the beauty is.

"You are busy, I will go and finish the rest." Xiao Qin stepped out of the sentry box, closed the door, looked up at the still dark sky, and felt a sense of happiness in his heart.

Da da

Da da da.

Just as Xiao Qin was pushing his bicycle, suspicious footsteps suddenly sounded behind him.

Little Qin turned his head fiercely, and saw a black shadow running from far to near.

Under the dim halo of the sentry box, the speed of the black shadow was extremely fast, the outline was huge, and the sound of trampling the ground was extremely loud.

Xiao Qin froze with an "ow".

After a few seconds, the black shadow revealed its true colors, and immediately rushed into the sentry box: "Xiaofeng, do you have my name?"

"Yes, congratulations to Researcher Sun, your paper has been published." Feng Guanghan said very pleasantly. He is the youngest in the laboratory, and it doesn't hurt to say something nice.

Furthermore, Feng Guanghan, like Xiao Qin, admires the researchers in the laboratory very much. He joined the army after graduating from junior high school. Although he also studied some cultural courses in the army, he didn't pay much attention to it after all. Nowadays, let alone publish articles What's the matter, it is the limit of ability to be able to write a complete review. Looking at the unclear tables, images, numbers and nouns in the journal, Feng Guanghan is still very touched.

This is a different kind of life, right beside him, but not his life.

With emotion, Feng Guanghan handed him the "Journal of Animal Husbandry and Veterinary Medicine" with Sun Zhengchu's name printed on it.

Today's journals are very simple in appearance, except for the black and white patterns, just the names of several important papers listed on the cover.

Sun Zhengchu saw his name and the title of the thesis on the cover at a glance.

"Published, so fast." Sun Zhengchu was overjoyed. Even though he had met Zheng Xiu, the editor-in-chief of "Journal of Animal Husbandry and Veterinary Medicine", he still felt incredible about publishing a paper that month.

This is something that completely subverts his understanding, just like buying things without food stamps 10 years ago, it has changed his common sense.

"Congratulations to Researcher Sun." Xiao Qin thought it was interesting, and congratulated with a smile. He had been delivering papers for several years, and this was the first time he had seen a real person who published an article in a newspaper or magazine.

"Thank you, thank you." Feng Guanghan came to his senses at this moment, thanked him again and again, took out cigarettes from his pocket, and handed them to Feng Guanghan and Xiao Qin respectively.

The two were not polite, they nodded with smiles, and they were very happy to swallow the clouds.

Sun Zhengchu also lit one for himself, then slowly opened the journal, and slowly turned to his thesis page, suddenly remembered the matter of signing, and became a little nervous again.

There are only four signatures on the paper, and the signature of Yang Rui's corresponding author is impressively listed, while the signature of Sun Zhengchu's first author is in a separate line, followed by the second and third authors.

It is customary for the researcher who assists the experiment to be the second author and the third author, and it is not a precious position. The corresponding author determined value based on project size.

As far as the current paper and topic are concerned, the corresponding author is naturally not as important as the first author.

In short, for this article, Sun Zhengchu won the jackpot. Although he was not exclusive, he almost enjoyed most of the reputation.

Sun Zhengchu took a deep puff of the cigarette, and he became intoxicated. In a trance, he only felt that his scientific research career in the past ten years was wasted.

Sun Zhengchu didn't dare to think about what would happen to him if he had met such a laboratory earlier and a person in charge like Yang Rui.

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