Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Peking University made a lot of preparations for Dalbecco's arrival.

The name of the Nobel Prize is still very bluffing. In China, it doesn’t matter whether it is a Turing Award winner, a Fields Medal winner, or a Pulinzer Prize winner. Add a sentence at the end: the Nobel Prize in the computer field, the Nobel Prize in the mathematics field, the Nobel Prize in the media field...

But the pure Nobel Prize, needless to say, the Nobel Prize is the Nobel Prize.

Various honors and awards around the world are comparable to the Nobel Prize in terms of popularity, that is, the Oscar, but the former as a natural science award, I don’t know how many times higher it is. And Oscar winners, the treatment they deserve is also different.

Right now, after confirming Dalbecco's whereabouts, Peking University has hung red banners "Warmly welcome Nobel Prize winner Professor Dalbecco to our school" all over the campus. A few posts are good, but if there are too many, the media may call out some nonsense.

As for some time ago, the common red banners in the school that read "Warmly welcome our student Yang Rui to be nominated for the Nobel Prize" were also covered up, and some banners were directly remodeled.

Even so, when Yang Rui returned to the dormitory, he was surrounded by giant panda-like crowds.

The current students are not as reserved as the students of the later generations. The enthusiasm and unrestrainedness of the students in the 1980s in reality are just like the enthusiasm and unrestrainedness of the students of later generations on the Internet.

Just a few years ago, the young people of the previous generation started a national series, train after train of students, wandering across the country, just to liberate all mankind.

Among today's students, there are relatively few students who want to liberate all mankind, but there are still many students who care about poetry and distant places, and there are also many who care about honor and food stamps.

Before Yang Rui entered the dormitory, someone followed him.

Everyone looked at Yang Rui more curiously, and some people said to the people next to him: "Look, people who have been on TV are different, and their temperaments are different."

"Where is the temperament different?"

"Temperament is something that can't be put into words, understand?"

When we reached the second floor, there were more people who knew Yang Rui. Several naked boys were about to take a bath. Seeing that Yang Rui stopped washing, he moved the washbasin to the front and followed him in.

It takes a while,

Yang Rui's dormitory was packed to the brim.

"Brothers, I'm sorry." Yang Rui bowed to several roommates in the dormitory.

Dong Zhicheng, who seemed to be sleeping on the upper bunk forever, poked his head out and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I guess you will gather a crowd when you come back."

"Don't tell me I'm making trouble." Yang Rui intentionally relaxed, looked around, and said, "Why do I feel like a giant panda?"

When he said this, everyone burst into laughter, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

"Giant pandas are not so bad, but golden monkeys are pretty much the same." A boy covering his lower part with a towel shouted cheerfully.

And those who couldn't squeeze in at the door shouted loudly: "Get out of the way, let me touch the nominee for the Nobel Prize."

"That's right, let me touch it first."

"The meat is quite solid."

"In our hometown, this kind of pig needs to be killed by a special person during the Chinese New Year. Otherwise, it will be a trivial matter if it doesn't receive blood. It will run around all over the village, and if it doesn't work out, something will happen."

The few people standing around Yang Rui laughed and touched.

Yang Rui stretched out his hand unceremoniously, and the room was filled with slaps, but there were always bored people coming up to squeeze it.

"It's fine if it's a girl, what are you trying to do." Yang Rui yelled twice, always feeling that his dormitory building was opened in the wrong way.

The students around stopped and shouted for Yang Rui to treat him.

Yang Rui is not afraid of entertaining guests, so he simply turned his pocket out, took out the more than one hundred dollars inside, held it up and said: "This way, the dormitory can't be opened, let's go to the lake to drink, peanuts and Lao Baigan are enough."

The students around suddenly burst into cheers.

Today's students are generally precocious, coupled with the relationship between repeating studies and going to school late, Yang Rui's classmates are basically over 20 years old. In contrast, their peers who have not studied in college have already entered the society for three to five years. Therefore, alcoholic beverages It is very popular on campus now.

Li Bai's drunken poems, even if it is to chase poetry dreams and distant places, everyone will find a way to get drunk.

When Yang Rui first entered the university, he participated in a reception, and this time he did not hesitate to invite someone to buy a large amount of liquor.

A group of people walked out of the dormitory building in a mighty way, and arrived at the bank of Weiming Lake. Without Yang Rui's organization, they dispersed in unison and started a commotion.

When the students who bought the wine came back, it was like a big party here. People kept joining, some left, some sang loudly, some sang poems loudly, and some danced lightly. Looking around, it was like a group of demons dancing wildly.

As for Yang Rui, although people around him kept saying hello, everyone knew him, but he was no longer treated like a star.

Yang Rui heaved a sigh of relief, but he was also a little worried that these students of his, the group of demons dancing around in front of him, would in the future become more than two digits of feudal officials, important ministers of ministries and committees, and the mainstay of the government and the opposition. I don't know how many...

Just look at this carnival scene, who can imagine it.

Suddenly, Yang Rui had the feeling of sitting on a flower boat on the Qinhuai River and watching the students of Jinling. The strong sense of worrying about the country that is unique to the bustards from the bottom of society, soaring freely over the campus.

It was getting dark quickly.

The students in the carnival were reluctant to leave, so they got a few large oil barrels from somewhere, stuffed them with rough wood, poured them with kerosene, and ignited them like a bonfire.

Yang Rui was also slightly drunk, and together with his classmates, they danced a group dance around the bonfire.

"Yang Rui, congratulations." Jumping and jumping, Bai Ling came to Yang Rui's side and jumped up with him.

The tape recorder with its own two speakers emits music with a strong sense of rhythm, making everyone shake their bodies involuntarily.

Through the dim light of the fire, Yang Rui saw Bai Ling in a white turtleneck sweater, and couldn't help smiling, "Thank you, long time no see."

"Where did you go when you were not in school?" Bai Ling asked Yang Rui while dancing to the rhythm.

Because of the music, Bai Ling put one hand on Yang Rui's shoulder and moved closer to him to speak.

Yang Rui's ears were itchy, and his heart was inexplicably itchy.

"I went back to my hometown, and a factory is going to be built there." When Yang Rui spoke, he also leaned to Bai Ling's side, and his nose seemed to touch the tip of her hair, making it even more itchy.

"You are really free in school. You can come and go whenever you want, and the teacher doesn't care." Bai Ling said with a flat mouth, and at the same time she was dancing on her feet.

She was able to be the cultural and entertainment committee member of the class because of the dance skills she had acquired since she was a child, listening to music with her ears, she can dance gracefully in a group without any effort.

Yang Rui unconsciously recalled the youth dance movies he had seen in later generations.

"You want to build a factory in your hometown, what kind of factory will you build?" Bai Ling's breath came over sweetly.

Yang Rui said: "Pharmaceutical factory."

"Is it related to your research?"

"It has something to do with it."

"Is it Nobel Prize-nominated research?"

"That's not true."

The two chatted without saying a word, accompanied by the passionate music, but felt extremely relaxed.

"Can you tell me about your research? I want to hear about it." Bai Ling pulled Yang Rui to a place a little further away from the campfire, with a curious expression on her face.

Yang Rui's heart moved, and he thought to himself: Tell Bai Ling the story I prepared, and it would be good to hear the feedback.

After sorting out his thoughts a little, Yang Rui asked with a smile, "I really want to hear it? My story is a bit long."

"I want to hear it for as long as I want." Bai Ling simply pulled Yang Rui to a stop, took out a marching pot from her waist, and said, "Take a sip."

Yang Rui unscrewed the lid and smelled it, it turned out to be strong liquor.

This temporary big party by the lake provided a lot of drinks, but there were no containers. The students all showed their abilities. Yang Rui couldn't help but raised his thumb: "You really have it."

"Tell your story."

"Let's talk about pcr first, this starts with the winding mountain road..." Yang Rui completely used the tone of storytelling, and the tone of voice and posture rehearsed in front of the mirror quickly attracted the students around him.

Not long after, more than a dozen people gathered around Yang Rui, and there was a tendency to gather more and more.