Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Bai Ling gently knocked on the door of the news room.

When the door opened, thick smoke came out first.

"Who are you looking for?" The person who opened the door had black eye circles, was thin and short, like a Vietnamese refugee who had escaped from under a napalm bomb.

"This is the news agency, right?" Bai Ling poked her head, only to see a few desks scattered in a small room filled with smoke. Books, newspapers, and documents half the height of a person are piled on the table, and they don't seem to be categorized.

A few boys squatted behind those scattered desks, some of them were still smoking, some of them bent over their desks and wrote, most of them looked decadent.

"Doesn't your news agency have any girls?" Bai Ling fanned her nose with her hand, the smoky smell really made people want to despise her.

"Girl?" The refugee with black eye circles looked up at Bai Ling at this moment, as if the nerves on his stiff face suddenly came to life, he said in surprise, "Bai Ling? Bai Ling, right?"

"You know me?" Bai Ling looked down at him in surprise.

"I know, why don't I know you, we met you when we were interviewing freshmen... Hey, how many brothers, do you remember Bai Ling? The girl from the Department of Biology who dances very well, someone came to her." The refugee comrades were almost positive. Jump up and introduce yourself again.

Bai Ling seemed to be listening carefully, but actually took two steps back. The door has been open for a long time, not only the smell of smoke, but also the smell of stinky feet pouring out, it is really unstoppable.

Several other boys in the room rushed out. They were too embarrassed to rush in front of Bai Ling, so they looked at Bai Ling one by one.

For them, the small room used to live upside down day and night is probably a safe zone.

Bai Ling subconsciously looked at them and compared them with Yang Rui.

Compared with ordinary boys, the boys in the news agency are actually a higher-end breed. First of all, they are the most popular literary boys now, with outstanding temperament - no matter what the temperament is, at least they are different, and they have more or less achievements. Secondly, the boys in the news agency have strong hearts. This is what makes them stronger than ordinary literary boys. No matter how society changes, crying boys are always unwelcome.

However, compared to Yang Rui, the news agency boys who are better than ordinary boys, even better than ordinary literary boys, really have no advantage at all.

In Bai Ling's memory, Yang Rui was either gentle or gentlemanly,

Even if you don't look at the face, Yang Rui's achievements and style of doing things, as well as his neat clothes and clean appearance are also very difficult for classmates and boys to flatter. If you look at the face...it would be too bullying.

Every time she looks at Yang Rui, Bai Ling will have all kinds of strange feelings of wanting to get close to him, it is a very pure attraction.

Comparing Yang Rui with other boys, they are like two kinds of creatures.

"Hey...Bai Ling, did you have something to do with us?" The boy holding on to the door frame didn't know how to start a conversation, so he asked something innocuous.

Bai Ling frowned, and said, "Can we go to another place to talk, you here..."

Before he could finish his sentence, several boys blamed each other for pushing and shoving:

"It's all Lao Huang's socks that stink, so I'll tell you to wash them, and you can hang them on the radiator to dry, will the smell be good?"

"Didn't you wash the dishes when you came back from cooking yesterday?"

"Can socks be compared to leftovers?"

"You put all the leftovers rotten once, it smells much worse than my socks!"

"I'll let it go bad once, okay, I usually finish it!"

"You don't wash your sneakers, and you still like to put them on the windowsill. Every time the wind blows in, the smell, tsk tsk..."

"It seems that you washed your sneakers? I won't talk about the smell of sneakers in your dormitory. Hey, Lao Huang, can you play football once a month? Get your sneakers to hang in the dormitory every day, making everyone stink? "

"This is the tradition of our dormitory, you have to be gregarious, right?"

The chatter of the boys was smoky.

Bai Ling had to take another step back, and whispered, "Let's go to the front yard."

The news agency is a student organization, no matter how good the salary is, it can only be used as a bungalow, and there is no private yard, there is an open space in front. In the current campus, there are empty spaces everywhere, which is not uncommon.

A few boys pushed and shoved and followed Bai Ling shoulder to shoulder, and the relationship was restored.

"I want to provide you with a news material." Bai Ling stopped talking, and these few boys really broke her favor with journalists.

Several boys are sitting upright at the same time.

Bai Ling told the story of "the majority of the revolutionary masses" in a few words, and said, "What do you think of this material?"

"It's interesting, but..." A boy started to speak, but the boys fell silent.

Obviously, what Bai Ling said was a bit sensitive. Although students often deliberately touch sensitive topics, the school newspaper is different.

Bai Ling snorted sarcastically, and said, "You are not journalists."

How can the boys stand the contempt of the girls? Immediately, some students raised their heads and asked, "Why not?"

"Journalists can be afraid, but they should not be afraid; journalists can mock reality, but they should not escape from reality; journalists can choose the direction of attention, but they should not bow their heads. You are not journalists!" Burst the watch.

"We're not afraid, let alone escaping. It's just that you don't have to publish your topic." Some of the boys stood up and argued.

"Why is there no need to publish it? Isn't this a hot news in recent days? Or is there something more important happening in our school recently? Is the vice principal kindly expressing his condolences to the cafeteria cadres?"

"Look at what you said." The boy standing in the middle felt embarrassed and said, "It's hard to find the starting point for this topic."

"I wrote a press release, let's see how it works." Bai Ling said as she took out the manuscript she had prepared.

A few boys were unhappy, but they were so well prepared, they still got together and looked at each other head to head.

Pretty girls are always easier to get what they want, at least, they are willing to give you a 30-second chance to introduce yourself. If you meet a single man or a married man, he can't wait for thirty seconds to come out and get to know you...

The students in the school are more or less shy, which gives the beautiful girls more room to play.

Although Bai Ling didn't know many methods and means, she let a few boys discuss it quietly.

Of course, she also wrote a good manuscript.

"I think it can be used by changing a few points." The refugee boy nodded silently.

"Then change it." Bai Ling's tone quickly became cheerful.

Affected by her, several boys met and revised it on the spot.

For them, it was very simple to revise the article. After a while, an article "Three Questions to the Most Revolutionary Masses" was published.

Bai Ling read it carefully, nodded in satisfaction, and said with a smile, "Just publish it in the school newspaper and let the revolutionary masses take a look."

Several boys also seemed to feel that they had made sufficient contributions, and they were all smiling, ready to go to the printing business.

The biggest hardware configuration of the school's news agency is the printing equipment. The students print by themselves, not to mention saving money, but it is convenient in itself.

Early the next morning, the school newspaper with the front page of "Three Questions to the Most Revolutionary Masses" could be seen in the school.

As a school publication, this irregularly published school newspaper can still arouse discussions among students.

And in this age of introspection, criticizing big-character posters is also a form of political correctness.

Dean Liu, Academician Cai and other teachers in the Biology Department, after getting the school newspaper, spread it intentionally or unintentionally.

They can't give Yang Rui a place to go abroad, and they can't give Yang Rui a place to speak, but that's not because they don't want to give it, but because objective conditions don't allow it.

Compared with the financial constraints of the departments, the school is obviously much better off. Academician Cai and others are willing to help Yang Rui.

After all, even if the article did not indicate the Department of Biology of Peking University, Yang Rui is from the Department of Biology of Peking University after all.

At that time, when talking about how many papers the students of the Department of Biology of Peking University have published, this paper can also be added.

If it really becomes an article in the "Nature" journal, the department will also benefit a lot.

At the same time, Yang Rui also wrote an instruction manual for the modified instrument in English.

The previous prototype product can only be called an experimental instrument, but after professional improvement, this instrument is a real instrument, and has a certain value in use. It is no longer necessary to train for a period of time as before to achieve stable performance. state to use it.

As an applied technology, this is a very significant improvement.

It's like a hammer turned into an axe.

Yang Rui sent this instruction manual to as many foreign friends as he could think of.

Some people have already received a letter from Yang Rui, but Yang Rui doesn't care. This is an important moment for conferring the gods, and every ounce of strength must be gathered. If the conferring of the gods is successful, a little disgust will only become a beautiful legend.

And if he fails to become a god and just silently publishes his achievements, Yang Rui will only gain more disgust in the future.

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