Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Why is it described as magnificent? What are you referring to?" Zhao Lei hit a wall a few times, and actually didn't want to do this interview anymore, but she couldn't help but continue to follow up with the constantly emerging materials.

Xu Zhengping spread out the "New Moon Summary" and said: "Yang Rui's paper is the most cited paper in this issue. Looking at the total number of papers in the previous issues, it is estimated that it is also ranked high. Isn't this magnificent?"

"This...ordinary audience may not be able to understand." The photographer behind Zhao Lei put down her things and rested, and her speaking style also changed slightly.

Yang Rui took "New Moon Summary" from Xu Zhengping, and asked while watching: "What do ordinary audiences understand? Do you understand Goldbach's conjecture as one plus one equals two?"

"Isn't it good to explain Goldbach's conjecture to the public?" Zhao Lei frowned.

"The problem is that the mass media didn't explain Goldbach's conjecture, they just constructed their own Goldbach's conjecture. What does one plus one equals two have to do with Goldbach's conjecture?" Yang Rui curled his lips and said, "Goldbach's conjecture says are prime and even numbers.”

"It's a bit too difficult for the public to understand prime numbers."

"You guys underestimate the public too much. Marxism-Leninism is so thick that everyone can speak clearly and logically. How much time does it take to explain what prime numbers are?"

Zhao Lei was sharper than Yang Rui thought. He caught Yang Rui's complaint and asked, "You think the public should spend their time learning Marxism-Leninism on learning mathematics, don't you?"

Yang Rui just wanted to speak, but he heard Dean Liu next to him cough violently. The latter laughed and said, "If you don't pay attention, it's already this time, let's go to eat first. Yang Rui, will you go with us?"

Yang Rui also realized that it is unnecessary to talk about Marxism-Leninism. The minds of the 1980s were indeed extremely open, and many topics were left open for discussion. However, what is allowed to be discussed and what is not allowed to be discussed are themselves being discussed. As a college student, he should not fall in love with it.

Zhao Lei was a little disappointed, but Yang Rui didn't seem to be able to squeeze out any more. She thought about it, and suddenly said: "Can I go to Yang Rui's laboratory? It's better to shoot some more scenes of him wearing a lab coat."

"Of course, no problem." Regarding the great cause of publicity, Dean Liu is always kind.

Yang Rui had no choice but to accompany Zhao Lei all the way to the laboratory.

The photographer followed behind the two, and the camera was turned on and off, recording some scenes and simple conversations.

The students on the road are naturally curious.

However, Peking University does not lack the attention of the mainstream media. Although the cameras are rare, it is not unheard of. Most of the students are still very reserved and do not form a crowd.

However, when he was about to reach the laboratory building, he saw a student standing by the side of the road, holding a thread-bound book and wearing a robe, singing heartily:

Spring, spring, season of love;

How heavy your presence is to me,

In my heart, in my blood,

what a painful strangeness

...

"Pushkin's "Spring"." Zhao Lei heard it all at once, and responded softly: "All the carnival and all the springtime will only inject boredom and melancholy into my heart..."

The photographer dutifully picked up the camera and asked, "Do you want to record it?"

"No, no one likes to read poems now." Zhao Lei continued forward and asked Yang Rui again: "I forgot to ask what hobbies you have. What do you usually like to do?"

The passionate students standing on the side of the road saw the moment when the photographer picked up the camera, their whole heart fell into ecstasy, and their high-pitched recitation even brought vibrato.

However, the photographer quickly put down the camera.

At that moment, the students who indulged in reciting poems almost collapsed, and the high-pitched reciting voice gradually sank, and a new poem was replaced: "How stubborn our hearts are! It feels depressed again. Not long ago I begged you to deceive the love in my heart..."

Yang Rui turned his head to look at Zhao Lei, and said with a smile, "He's trying so hard to grab the camera, and you won't give him any comfort."

"If you answer my three questions well, I'll give him a three-minute shot." Zhao Lei's eyes are shining, she has seen too many students chasing the camera in the United States, and she doesn't think it's enough to steal the scene Work hard.

Yang Rui shook his head in disbelief, and said: "Let him continue to be depressed, maybe he can write a few poems."

"Only people who are depressed can write indulgent poems." Xu Zhengping made a quick fix, and after standing on the same line with Yang Rui, he changed the subject and asked, "Yang Rui, where is the plasma surface resonance you did two days ago? gone?"

Zhao Lei immediately raised her paw and bent forward twice, like a beckoning cat.

The photographer picked up the camera and started taking pictures of Yang Rui.

This kind of content couldn't be more normal, Yang Rui adjusted his expression slightly, and said: "The laboratory part is basically finished, and the data has been sent to the computer department."

Xu Zhengping let out an "oh" and said, "Then it will take several days to get the result?"

It seems that he is not less tortured by the computer.

Yang Rui said: "It's a good time to write the paper."

"So fast?"

"Plasma surface resonance is relatively simple, and it will be faster if there are special equipment." When special equipment is available in the future, plasmon surface resonance does not need to write a paper. It may be just a step in a paper, just like a water bath. As easy as a pot or a centrifuge.

Xu Zhengping nodded slightly. Of course he knew that with special equipment, such technical papers would be worthless. The problem is that such technical papers are still valuable now.

It is worth at least 3 impact factors.

After Xu Zhengping made such a calculation, he was somewhat moved. He can write an average of two papers a year, plus the signed papers completed in the laboratory, generally within five. Among them, the papers written by himself can often get more than a dozen impact factors, and the remaining three papers may add up to five or six. In other words, under normal circumstances, Xu Zhengping can get 20 impact factors a year.

Of course, every three to five years, Xu Zhengping occasionally writes powerful papers, or papers that are popular in the academic market, and thus get dozens of impact factors in one go, but that is not a good thing. In the past two years , Xu Zhengping has never encountered such a good thing, and he is not sure what the results will be in the next two years.

As an associate professor, Xu Zhengping still has a long way to go, and his desire for papers is far more eager than that of junior lecturers and old professors.

Thinking that Yang Rui got 11 impact factors in a blink of an eye, and it was a paper with a cell impact factor, and then look at the current paper...

After careful study, Xu Zhengping is even more envious of Yang Rui's current thesis. It is a matter of chance to publish a paper in a top journal of the "cell" level, and the time, energy and money required are also top-notch, so it is only natural to get more impact factors in the end, such as Yang Rui's paper, breaking the hundred Normally, it is not difficult to break through 200, and maybe it is not surprising to break through 300.

But how much does a paper on plasmon surface resonance cost, and it is too easy to get several impact factors so easily.

"Did you do it alone?" Xu Zhengping asked curiously.

"There are a few students who help, so they can be regarded as the second author."

"student?"

"Most of them are juniors, and the ones with higher participation should sign it." Yang Rui intentionally seduced Xu Zhengping.

Xu Zhengping was also tempted without hesitation, and repeated: "The one with the highest participation rate will have a signature..."

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