Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Waiting Bing, I have your letter, it's from my hometown." Mao Qiming yelled in the yard at the top of his voice, and the waiting soldier poked his head out of the dormitory.

"Bring it up for me." The waiter's voice was so low that it could barely be heard.

Mao Qiming chuckled and said, "Then just wait, there are new letters coming."

"Forget it, I'll come down and get it." The waiting soldier turned his head and went downstairs.

In the courtyard of the dormitory area, there was a sheet of cases piled high with new ones.

All letters sent to the students in the dormitory will be placed here for the students to pick up.

For many people, this is an interesting process, just like Taobao.

I am very happy to have your letter, but it doesn’t matter if I don’t have it. You can see what letters other people can receive, even if you don’t have to place an order, you can be happy.

Of course, those who don’t want to read the letter every day can also get benefits, because there are countless treasure hunters parading in front of the case every day, so once you have a letter from an acquaintance, you will be called out before you enter the dormitory. come out.

Private letters don't get much attention, unless there are beautiful girls' handwriting on the envelope, the most likely to be remembered are public letters, such as the long envelope of the "Ministry of Culture of China", the wide envelope of the "Chinese Academy of Sciences", and the "Chinese Academy of Sciences" envelope. Letters from magazines such as Beijing Daily also attracted much attention.

This is an era where ideals and reality meet. Literature and science are the dreamlands of all people. No matter which one you achieve, you are extremely enviable.

Mao Qiming is the ear god of the 203 dormitory. When he has a letter from 203, he will roar.

After a while, a basket of new letters was dumped on the case.

The students waiting around rushed forward like tigers out of the cage.

"It's Dong Hao's letter again." Someone pulled out the largest letter inside, glanced at it, and announced it loudly.

"Where is the letter?" Mao Qiming asked curiously while flipping through the letter.

"Sichuan Provincial Association for Science and Technology. This kid, you won't have to worry about it after graduation."

"Don't graduate, people can earn subsidies now, 12 yuan a month, and do math for the teacher."

"What's the problem?"

"As far as calculus stuff,

Every day is like homework. "

"Humanoid computer." Mao Qiming suddenly remembered Yang Rui's evaluation, and said it casually.

Someone next to him laughed, and then said: "I have seen Dong Hao do the problem, which is similar to our addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. It is really similar to a machine."

"I would like to be a machine, but I have no chance." Waiting soldier stood by and read his letter, heard them talk about this, and said: "I don't know if you have heard of it. In the past, many institutes had calculation tasks. Mathematicians Just like elementary school students, sit in line, and then do the questions one by one, and finally come up with the correct number."

"So miserable?"

"What's so terrible about this, at least you can enter the mathematics institute. There were so many people in the previous mathematics institute. It's nothing to count a few years of problems." The soldier shook his head and said: "Now there are computers. We are not at the same level. If we want to divide Not even in the math department."

"Don't be discouraged, this university has just started, maybe you will publish a paper, and everyone will rush to ask for it." Mao Qiming comforted with a very eloquent voice.

"I hope." The soldier looked down at his letter again.

"I said, you are talking about papers, and I saw one here." The one who dug the deepest was a sophomore brother with long and short hair that reached the ear, twisted an envelope with two fingers in a rather artistic manner, and said : "The atmosphere is not right, should I say it or not?"

The waiting soldier smiled brightly: "Say it, I am not afraid of blows."

"Dong Hao's letter, from the "Computational Mathematics" magazine." Brother Temperament took a breath, and said again: "It's a thick one, it doesn't look like a rejection letter."

"How thick?" A silent senior brother pushed his glasses and asked calmly.

Brother Temperament squeezed again, and said, "It must be as thick as a thumb."

"Sample magazine." Brother Glasses said decisively.

"The sample journal means that the manuscript has been successfully submitted?" Waiting Bing was extremely surprised, and said: "If it is true, this is the first paper submitted by our mathematics department freshmen."

"Much earlier than you, students submit manuscripts, and the review usually takes more than two months, and sometimes it takes three or four months, so..." Brother Glasses' eyes sparkled with wisdom, and he quickly calculated the answer: "Dong Hao sent out the submission letter about a month after the start of school..."

This 5-4=1 answer shocked everyone.

The waiting soldier smiled bitterly: "People are more popular than people. When we started school for a month, we were still foolishly wandering around the campus."

"Dong Hao should be one of your freshmen in the 83rd class. 1." Brother glasses dragged out a sentence of English, left a sentence of verse, and drifted away.

"Hey, here's an English letter." A certain classmate pulled out a medium-sized wide envelope from the bottom this time.

The full mix of English and Pinyin has attracted everyone's attention.

Brother glasses, who drifted away, drifted back again.

""Biochemical System Ecology"." The glasses brother easily read the English on the cover and asked, "Who is the pressure?"

"Yang Rui, from our dormitory!" Mao Qiming and You Rongyan jumped out.

"How do you know it's from your dormitory, not from other dormitories? The pinyin of ng can be in many ways, such as auspicious auspicious, flower pistil..." Brother Glasses' eyes once again shone with wisdom.

"It makes sense." The temperamental brother with medium-length hair agreed.

Mao Qiming looked at the former, then at the latter, and said, "The dormitory number 203 is written on it. Can there be someone with the same name?"

"Oh... these broken glasses, things are always blurry!" The glasses brother suddenly became furious, took off the glasses with both hands, threw them down with one hand, even pulled out the underwear with his left hand, and began to clean the glasses seriously.

"Yang Rui!" Mao Qiming yelled again.

The waiting soldier curled his lips: "Stop yelling, this guy is not in the dormitory."

"Where is it? Don't delay such a big event. Look, the letter from a foreign country is quite thick. Could it be a sample magazine?" Mao Qiming greedily read the handwriting on it, wishing to suppress it. ng becomes.

"Wait until night." Waiting Bing himself is from the Department of Mathematics. Since he can endure the pressure from Dong Hao, who is in the same major, he can also endure the pressure from Yang Rui, who is in the same dormitory, and he is extremely calm.

"Then I took it back for Yang Rui." Mao Qiming picked up the envelope arrogantly and held it in front of him, as if walking back to the dormitory.

The waiter followed behind, and when he was about to leave, he stood still again and asked the glasses brother: "Senior brother, which one is better between this "Computational Mathematics" and "Biochemical System Ecology"?"

Brother Glasses was stunned for a while, and said: "It's not easy to evaluate. After all, there are two journals in two majors. Although one is in English and the other is in Chinese, you can't say that English journals must be better than Chinese journals." It’s amazing, isn’t it? Then it’s worshiping foreigners, and besides, it’s not sure if the two of them really published a paper, right?”

"Then it's hard to say who is the number one in the 83rd class." Mao Qiming turned around and continued the conversation.

"What I said is definitely not counted." Brother Glasses knew what they meant, he laughed twice and gave up.

When Waiting Bing and Mao Qiming returned to the dormitory, they naturally attracted a large number of visitors.

Letters from abroad were quite new to these students, and everyone wanted to wait for Yang Rui to come and see what was inside the envelope.

Waiting and waiting, but Yang Rui didn't intend to come back at noon.

When it was almost time for class in the afternoon, Mao Qiming picked up his bag and said, "Yes, I'll send him to the classroom."

"Let's go together." The roommates, no matter what major they are in, or whether they have classes or not, are very energetic at the moment.

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