Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

After leaving the ion channel laboratory, Yang Rui kicked and walked towards Boya Tower.

He has been nesting in the laboratory for several days, and he is also a little tired.

Although life in the laboratory is tense and orderly, which is very in line with his personal interests, but living in the laboratory for a week is indeed beyond the normal life mode.

Although scientific researchers cannot be regarded as normal people, and Yang Rui doesn't care about the life style of normal people, it's good to be a normal person once in a while, especially after opening the golden finger aura, Yang Rui also needs to relieve his spirit.

On the bank of Weiming Lake, a few wild ducks slid their flippers and swayed slowly on the shore. Under the willow trees on the shore, students in twos and threes skating, wandering around the lake quickly or slowly.

In 1986, Beijing did not have a thriving tourism industry, and Peking University did not restrict foreigners.

A man in a green military uniform, a woman in a white shirt, a man in black homespun trousers, and a woman in a gray coat all cast their curious gazes on the small unnamed lake, or look at it with envy and disdain. those old buildings.

Of course, most of them are talkers.

Especially by the Weiming Lake, it is a good place to make a blockbuster.

This is not only the highest institution of learning in China, but also the distribution center of Chinese news. News from Peking University, stories from Peking University, and remarks from Peking University are always easier to spread throughout the country. Bei Dao, Shu Ting, and Gu Cheng, who were once regarded as underground poets It became popular all over the country, and the poetry anthology selected and edited by Peking University professor Xie Mian came to the fore. Of course, there are also many opponents. Ai Qing has a poem expressing sharp views: "They are hostile to the surroundings. They deny everything, are arrogant, and only affirm themselves...'The rising theory chose them'. Think of it as the 'rising generation'."

Yang Rui walked half a circle around the lake, and it took only ten minutes in total. He heard two groups of people arguing over obscurity poems, and couldn't help smiling. I'm afraid such a scene will never be seen in Chinese universities in the future. In ten years, poetry will no longer be the interest of young people. In another 20 years, the focus of debate among college students will be whether the thief or mage has a higher output. In another 30 years, college students will focus on discussing which hero is more OP. They are all the same as poetry, the biggest use is to refresh yourself.

Yang Rui's smile, in the eyes of others, can't help being a little strange.

This is the case with predicting the future. The key points you see will be completely different from the key points that other people see.

And ridicule, inadvertently time will appear.

Yang Rui looks handsome,

Originally attracting attention, coupled with a mocking smile, it naturally attracted the attention of others even more.

The students of Peking University have seen Yang Rui more or less, and they are deeply impressed by him. Young people who come from outside the school and fantasize about becoming famous, don't have so many scruples. Some people see Yang Rui dressed neatly, fashionable and handsome, I was already on fire in my heart, but when I caught sight of his smile, I couldn't help it. I jumped out from the shade of the tree and said, "Brother, what do you mean by smiling?"

Yang Rui was stunned by this question like "what are you looking at", but this is not a weird thing. The most mixed era in Chinese society was from the 1980s to the 1990s. Along with the upsurge of going to sea, there is another classic word: mixed.

People in mixed units are mixed, and people in mixed society are also mixed. In the impetuous age, the most indispensable thing is impetuous young people, as well as endless fights, and the preparation of classic language for fighting.

Of course, most of the young people who came to Peking University did not come to fight, and their attitudes were much more friendly than those outside the school.

Even so, the aggressive question is still full of vigor.

Yang Rui's age is not old enough to appreciate sharpness. In fact, he doesn't like sharp questions and personality too much. Therefore, Yang Rui faced the young people blocking the way with an extremely indifferent expression, and said: " I'm thinking about my own business, which has nothing to do with you."

"Hehe, that sounds good. How come I, Cui Long, don't believe it?" This man revealed his name with a bold voice, as if he was performing in a martial arts arena, and his words gave people the feeling of storytelling.

Yang Rui stood still and asked, "Can I go there?"

"You have to show your identity. Do you support Misty Poetry or oppose Misty Poetry?"

"Are you serious?" Yang Rui felt a little funny.

"Seriously? I'm too serious! Let me tell you, if you support Misty Poetry, we are friends. When friends come, we can drink..." Cui Long spoke loudly, not only for Yang Rui to hear, but also for more people Hearing this, he showed a few bottles of Erguotou behind him, and said again: "If you are a rotten guy, we are the enemy. The enemy is coming, and we have shotguns."

As Cui Long said, he gestured to the back twice, and got loud applause.

Several people got closer, looking at Yang Rui while looking around. They are eager to be famous and successful, so they come to Peking University. However, it is difficult for them to find opportunities to make themselves famous and successful, so they can only seize every opportunity they can.

This is a wonderful period for poets, with a little bit of fame, they can get Yunqi's response, even if they are not famous, they can also get instant feedback by reciting a few poems or writing their own poems.

However, the crux of the problem is whether the masses can be gathered to listen.

At the very least, he regarded Yang Rui as a corkscrew.

After a two-minute delay, someone really noticed the change here, and looked over curiously, and those who were interested just walked over.

Cui Long smiled, and said, "What, do you choose to memorize poems, or do you want to make a speech."

There is a debate between coming and going, and if one of the parties in the debate is a Peking University student, it is also a good way for them to make a name for themselves.

Yang Rui just felt bored, and said: "You are blocking my way, can you let me go?"

"I blocked your way, you are at a loss, the road is at your feet, you don't know where to go, the end of the road is the door of truth, but you dare not go forward..." Cui Long borrowed Yang Rui In other words, it was a modern poem thrown out, and as an urgent talent, it drew a burst of smiles.

Yang Rui looked to both sides and coughed clearly.

Cui Long stared at him like an enemy, applauding silently in his heart, not afraid of you talking, but afraid of you not speaking, today, see me, Cui Long, becoming famous here.

Yang Rui faced Cui Long's gaze unmoved, raised his head, and said loudly: "There are classmates who know me, please go to the security office and report a letter, saying that there are blind people from other schools who are provoking trouble."

The current students are very enthusiastic, and without Yang Rui shouting a second time, some people will run away.

Cui Long's face turned green with anger.

Blind flow is not a good term. It usually refers to uneducated and unemployed refugees. It has the same meaning as unemployed vagrants, and the derogatory color is even stronger.

Of course he can't be called a blind student, but if he is arrested by school security and checked his identity documents and letters of introduction, a group of them can't show them all.

Cui Long was furious, and said: "Talking about poetry and Taoism is originally an elegant thing, but you are simply burning the piano and cooking the crane..."

Yang Rui shook his head, and said: "I didn't stop anyone from leaving to talk about poetry and Taoism with you."

"Why didn't I let you go? You go, the road is at your feet, you can go if you want..."

Yang Rui bypassed Cui Long and left.

The latter immediately became anxious and shouted: "You can't just leave like this, as if I really stopped you..."

Yang Rui saw that he started messing around, but he didn't get angry, and stood quietly by the side of the road, as if I was waiting for someone to drive away the blind people.

Cui Long frowned, thought for a while, and began to recite Misty Poetry aloud: "Despicable is the passport of the despicable, and noble is the epitaph of the noble. Look, in that gilded sky, there are full of crooked corpses of the dead. reflection..."

"Mr. Yang Rui, Mr. Yang Rui..." Bei Dao's "Answer" is a bit long, and it will take more time to read it with a lot of voice and emotion. After a few delays, the nearby security guards have already arrived on bicycles, and they are blowing whistles while riding. I'm afraid that something will happen inside.

Yang Rui waved his hand, and his expression relaxed. In this day and age, it is not uncommon for a year to fight with a knife. Young people who are literary and artistic can become neurotic young people.

Cui Long obediently recited a poem, and then made a pledge of generosity. He stared at Yang Rui and the security guard who had just arrived, and said: "Justice is not born of power, and truth is not afraid of********** *Director Yang, are you okay?" The security guards know about the ion channel laboratory, so let's look at Yang Rui first.

Yang Rui smiled and said "it's okay", and said: "I was just taking a walk, but I didn't expect to be stopped by the blind flow from another school."

"We are not... blind people." Cui Long tried his best to explain to himself.

The security guard glanced at him and said: "You say you are blind, what else do you dare not admit... But, Mr. Yang Rui, a Japanese scholar came to visit today and said he wanted to visit the ion channel laboratory. We don't know how to arrange it yet."

When foreign scholars come, they can't take care of blind people.

Yang Rui also didn't care what happened to the blind students from other schools, he just listened to the two-handed poem, turned his head and said, "Shouldn't it be normal to ask the Academic Affairs Office for arrangements?"

"Yes, but they were brought by the cadres of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. They said that the arrangements are very tight. They want to visit now, and they have come."

"Where are you coming from?"

"They're going to the ion channel lab."

"Go and inform Professor Cai. Tell him what you said just now. Use the bicycle for me." Yang Rui rode on the bicycle and rushed back to the laboratory.

The security guard froze for a moment, changed to his colleague's bicycle, and began to silently recite what he had just said while riding.

Cui Long and others were left alone under the shade of a tree, and no one paid any attention to them.

However, the students did not disperse, and quickly gathered together, booing.

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