Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

?At lunch time, Yang Rui returned to the guest house out of breath.

The location of the Association for the Advancement of Bioengineering is indeed remote, but there is one advantage. There are fields of state farms everywhere nearby, and there is a ditch drawn from nowhere. The water in it is so clear that it is forgettable.

Yang Rui is still a bit vulgar and needs to be isolated from the hustle and bustle.

In his opinion, this time is a bit like a three-day holiday before the college entrance examination. Most schools will give students a holiday three days before the college entrance examination, so that their tense brains can rest for a while before returning to the battlefield.

However, at this time of year, there are still students or parents of students who find cram schools to ask for extra classes.

Yang Rui can think of many reasons against it, and he can also think of many reasons for it, but no matter whether it is for or against, in his opinion, none of them can solve the fundamental problem - the college entrance examination.

Similarly, no matter what Yang Rui did at this time, he could not change the outcome of the Nobel Prize. He took a big turn outside and ran for five kilometers before heading back.

The roads on the farm are good and bad, and running is much more tiring than running on the playground.

Yang Rui also asked for a lot of lunch, Lao Li even gave him an extra chicken leg, and curled his lips, reminding him: "You were mentioned on TV, I think many people are not convinced, especially those from the south."

"From the south?" Yang Rui was a little curious.

"It's just the ones with the big tongue who talk and talk, those school people who eat porridge in the morning." Although Lao Li is a master chef in a small guest house, he still has the pride of an old Beijinger. At least, he can look down on breakfast. The one who eats for dinner.

Suddenly, Yang Rui said with a smile: "He is from Xiamen University, and Sun Yat-sen University is also quite famous."

"They scared me, and I didn't get beaten up. Don't be afraid. If they dare to stab you, you can come to me. There is nothing else in our chef class. The knives are very sharp." Lao Li patted Patting his chest, the momentum immediately rose.

Yang Rui was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly thanked him.

Old Li said "nothing" in a big way, and said: "I am most annoyed by people who don't know how to eat and are picky. Do you know what they want this morning? They want me to put sugar in the brain of tofu! Neuropathy... "

Yang Rui hurriedly stopped him from continuing, and sat down with an enamel jar, and the scholars came to eat one after another.

"Yang Rui is here."

"Why didn't I see you over this morning?"

"Yang Rui, you're on TV."

Some scholars greeted Yang Rui cordially. Although Lao Fang, Ge Xingbang and others were dissatisfied with Yang Rui's big mouth, Yang Rui also had supporters. Some of these people are big trees on the hills such as Professor Cai or Wu Hongbo, some are interested in Peking University or even the so-called domestic faction, and some are pure PCR admirers, ion channel admirers, G protein-coupled receptor admirers, and Yang Rui admirer.

It is rare in other industries to pull up a team because of a technology or theory, but it is common in academia, and it happens almost all the time in history. The more famous ones, such as the era of ether theory, scholars who support ether or do not support ether, although it is not said that water and fire are incompatible,

It is also the two factions that fight to the death. Not to mention quantum theory, Einstein and Bohr sat down and discussed, Einstein proposed a thought experiment every day, and Bohr couldn’t answer it, and Bohr was thinking hard at night, full of messy hair. On the second day, they talked and answered his questions again, the two of them came and went, I don't know how many times they fought, and the intensity was far better than a martial arts contest to recruit relatives.

The scholars who support Mendeleev and do not support the periodic table of elements, the fighters who support the theory of evolution and those who support use-it-or-lose, the no-winners who support the wave and particle nature of light, and so on.

To put it simply, when a technology or theory becomes the research basis of others, the latecomers are the fans of the former.

Yang Rui's fans are gradually increasing.

In particular, the development of PCR-based biology is extremely fast. If it takes a few more years, it may easily overwhelm Ge Xingbang and others.

After a while, Professor Cai and Wu Hongbo came to the cafeteria together.

The dining room of the guest house is now more like a meeting room on the street. Many issues are discussed here, so that both parties attach great importance to it.

Professor Cai, Wu Hongbo and others kept calling for friends and poaching the corners of Lao Fang and Ge Xingbang. The latter two were not idle, and they made loud calls and bold discussions every day.

Although this is a little-known small guest house, the topics discussed in the past few days are not limited to the funding for the next year, and it may mean a new pattern of biology for a long time in the future.

Just like government departments and corporate institutions, the funding for the second year has increased, and the funding for the third year will at least change based on this, and the funding increase for two or three years often means the establishment of a high-end laboratory .

If the goal is extended to the university as a unit, the increase in funding for one year can greatly improve the teaching environment, the increase in funding for two years can greatly improve the treatment of teachers, and in the third year, you can enter the pace of poaching up.

If it is extended to the top of the mountain, it is inevitable that one will ebb and flow. Let alone two-thirds of the funds, Yang Rui will get one-third or even one-fifth of the funds alone, which will greatly change The academic ecology of Chinese biology in the next few years.

This is also where many people struggle. Since Yang Rui is destined to become a spoiler, everyone will inevitably have to deal with him for many years to come, so we can't offend him too much.

Lao Fang and Ge Xingbang are both old, the so-called seventy can do whatever they want, as for those who exceed the rules and do not exceed the rules, they can't control so much.

"Director Yang, you've been so busy this morning." Lao Fang's tone was ridiculed. They've played a lot of coffee shop politics recently, and their tone of voice has been raised.

Yang Rui grabbed a chicken leg and tore it into a big mouthful. Like an eagle with a mouth full of teeth, he chewed and swallowed with his neck up, before saying hello: "Director Fang."

He doesn't use the title of Lao Fang, nor does he use the title of Professor Fang, but uses the same title of director, which neither makes people feel disrespected, but also looks aggressive.

I saw Yang Rui holding the chicken leg with one hand, biting down with two rows of teeth, and in a short while, a big chicken leg turned into a bone.

He was indeed hungry. Although the chicken drumsticks in the cafeteria didn't have any flashing special effects, they were considered delicious food. Yang Rui picked up another one after eating one.

In the eyes of everyone, Yang Rui, who has excellent teeth, and Lao Fang, who eats porridge slowly, formed a sharp contrast, just like a ferocious falcon facing an old fat goose.

"Student, do you know about the Nobel Prize?" Someone suddenly turned up the volume of the TV, and a reporter's voice came.

Everyone naturally turned their eyes to the screen.

A student was stopped in front of the school. He seemed a little nervous, but he still held his head up as much as possible and said, "Of course, the most important science award of the Nobel Prize..."

"Do you think Chinese scholar Yang Rui can win the Nobel Prize?"

"Ah, well, I really hope that someone in China can win the Nobel Prize, but Yang Rui may be younger."

In the cafeteria, Lao Fang and Ge Xingbang exchanged glances and smiled.

In their view, TV programs are obviously biased, and there must be a choice as to what to show or not to show.

On the screen, the reporter interviewed several people one after another, including workers, salespersons, and government officials. Without exception, they all expressed disapproval.

Lao Fang couldn't help laughing out loud at this moment.

He couldn't help looking at Yang Rui.

But Yang Rui was whispering to Professor Cai and Dean Liu at this time, and Dean Liu still had a pleasant smile on his face.

What are you doing?

Lao Fang's happiness disappeared before it lasted even a minute.

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