Back To The Age Of The 80s

The acne was from the next class. He had heard that a transfer student had come from the second class, and he had also whispered about which such a big backing, unexpectedly transferred here at this time.

But he didn't expect this person to be the kid who sent back Ming Ge's paper that day.

Keke, his name is Li Zheng, and he is still a little vacant. No matter how poor his major is, he can see that this teenager who looks a little younger than him is a stubborn stubborn. Maybe, maybe, maybe he is a little bit better than Ming?

Acne looked at He Zhongming who was expressionless. He probably knew why Ming hadn't mentioned the "Asian Biopharmaceutical Conference" in the past few days. If his opponent is this boy, maybe...

Li Zheng raised his eyebrows and looked at He Zhongming with a business-like expression. He felt a little funny.

"What kind of drama, I don't have any talent for acting." Let alone acting, he is not good at art and sports. When God created him, he probably added all the skill points to his IQ.

He Zhongming handed the script in his hand to Li Zheng, "The whole class participated, there are actors and staff. I don't know if you have relevant experience before, so I have arranged for you to be an actor."

He paused, and said: "It's a tree, no talent for acting is needed."

Li Zheng finally raised his head and looked at the "destined person" carefully.

Full participation, unselfishness? Li Zheng stood up.

The whole class was quiet again, and the classmates of the second class of biopharmaceuticals watched carefully at the two people whose smell of gunpowder became stronger.

Li Zheng took over the script and flipped it through. It was really an important role. A talking Christmas tree and a line of "Merry Christmas" run through the whole play.

In other words, he must wear bark and stand from the beginning of the show to the end of the show.

"Brother Ming..." Pimple gently pulled He Zhongming's sleeve. He still remembered Xu Mingsheng's attitude towards Li Zheng at that time, which this ancestor couldn't afford.

He Zhongming didn't speak, but looked at Li Zheng quietly.

Li Zheng glanced over the classmate who looked at him carefully, and suddenly chuckled, "Okay. I haven't participated in group activities for a long time. Thank you."

Li Zheng gave polite smiles to the students who cast their surprised eyes.

"Li Zheng is not so difficult to reach as he imagined. He is very nice."

"Yeah, that tree character can't show his face, and he has to stand for more than an hour. No one in the class wants to, he actually accepted it!"

Listening to the students' comments, the smile on Li Zheng's face became more obvious, and He Zhongming's expression became a little stiff.

"That's great. There is a rehearsal every Friday night, don't forget." He Zhongming hurriedly dropped such a sentence and left.

Li Zheng smiled and said: "Just stand from beginning to end, and say Merry Christmas later. I still have this IQ. Call me during the rehearsal."

"I just arrived in Xiangjiang not long ago, and there are a lot of things to deal with. I haven't come to class these days, so I rehearse..." Li Zheng smiled apologetically at everyone in the class.

Li Zheng's face was already very deceptive, and then I was embarrassed to say a few words of sorry, and the maternal psychology of the girls in the class was suddenly awakened.

"It's okay, it's a tree, it won't hinder our rehearsal, Li Zheng, go and work if you have something to do. If you can't make it to class, you can tell us, and we will call it for you!"

"Yes, yes." There was a harmony in the class.

Girls majoring in biopharmaceuticals are scarce, and they are all treasures in the class. When they speak, most of the boys turn to each other. He Zhongming is unspeakably wonderful.

He forced a smile that was fairly natural, "Okay, I get it."

When Professor Zhao, a professor of molecular biology, came in, his eyes brightened when he saw Li Zheng.

"Ahem, now we start class!"

Seeing Li Zheng listen to his lectures seriously, and take out a pen from time to time to jot down a note, Professor Zhao feels that his enthusiasm for lectures is constantly rising.

As a result, the students in the second class of biopharmaceuticals found that Professor Zhao talked more and more deeply today, and they couldn't even take notes. If the final exam is so difficult, all the students would cry without tears.

After a class, Professor Zhao felt that he had performed well, even though he had not spoken so passionately in many professional seminars.

Although He Zhongming's mind was small, he was worthy of being a tyrant, and the other classmates were all in the cloud. He still barely followed Professor Zhao's thinking. He circled a few questions with a red pen, and was about to get up, only to see Professor Zhao walking up to Li Zheng with a smile on his face.

"How about it, okay with...?" He originally wanted to ask, "Can you keep up?" Later he thought that even if Li Zheng's level is not as good as himself, he is much better than those graduate students. This level is for him. Said it should be trivial.

Li Zheng silently turned over the lab sketch he drew in class, and then replied with a smile: "Professor Zhao’s teaching is simple and easy to understand, especially the conjectures you mentioned about the RESE virus, which are bold but realistic. The shape of the virus is in It is possible to infer the composition of its protein and nucleic acid to a certain extent, which is of great significance for humans to defeat the RESR virus."

Professor Zhao laughed when he heard the words.

He patted Li Zheng **** the shoulder, "It's still a colleague who understands his colleague, unlike those old men in the humanities department, who pointed to my nose and said that I was wasting resources. What is the use of guessing? Science can be accomplished overnight. Stuttering, you have to go step by step!"

Professor Zhao's was among the laboratories that were attacked during the last meeting that only took money and did nothing. He was very satisfied with his laboratory’s ability to make a “RESE virus shape conjecture” and published SCI papers, but he didn’t want to be devalued by those old men in the humanities department.

Li Zheng's affirmation made him feel more comfortable.

He Zhongming did not go in with his notebook, nor did he retreat. He got a shocking message from Professor Zhao's words. Professor Zhao said that "peers understand peers." Li Zheng is completely equal to him, not the attitude of ordinary professors to students.

Who is this Li Zheng!

"Also, about the conference at the end of the year, Lao Xu, Lao Wang, Lao Zheng were going to go, but his wife was hospitalized. So I will go for him. We can also discuss the RESE virus on the way. It will be rampant every time the weather gets warmer, and it will mutate again and again. It will be researched and contributed to mankind earlier."

Professor Zhao said with a look of excitement that Li Zheng was helpless. He counted the time. The University of London laboratory should have made a RESE virus model and will soon release a research report announcing that the first-order RESE virus has been breached.

As for the mutated RESE virus coming back a few years later, it is another matter.

"Okay, Professor."

Professor Zhao's words can be heard by the entire professor. Everyone can't help but look at He Zhongming, who is standing aside. Everyone originally thought that the last place to go to the Asian Biopharmaceutical Conference should be his.

Even the counselor Zhong Xiaoji once revealed that the college intends to let He Zhongming and two graduate students attend the conference together.

right now……

But depending on what Professor Zhao meant, this transfer student might be even better than He Zhongming?

After spending a day with young people, Li Zheng was in a good mood. Li Zheng is good-looking, talkative, and good at being a human being. He quickly won the favor of many in the class, uh...especially girls.

When he returned to the hotel, the person at the front desk told him that a gentleman named Cheng Xianfeng had called him.

Li Zheng was overjoyed and immediately dialed back.

"Hello?" This number is not Cheng Xianfeng's office number, Li Zheng guessed, it might be his home.

There was silence on the other end of the phone. If Li Zheng hadn't heard the shallow breathing on the other end of the phone, he must have thought the phone was broken.

Li Zheng frowned. What happened to Cheng Xianfeng? He answered the phone and didn't speak?

There was a flash of inspiration in his mind, and Li Zheng tentatively said: "Liang Zhe?"

The breathing on the other end of the phone became heavier, and then Li Zheng heard, "Yes." Liang Zhe responded.

Li Zheng couldn't help but come to the Daguling police station. Liang Zhe asked the police about the dead face when they asked for medicine. His eyes softened a little.

"Lawyer Cheng told you, let's talk." He thought for two seconds, "Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, the cafe at the entrance of Xiangjiang University. I'm going to rush to class."

It's not that Li Zheng is strong. He begged Mr. Liang to buy land under the name, but he knew that if he didn't open his mouth to make a decision, Mr. Xiao Liang would probably be silent for an hour while holding the phone.

"Okay." As expected, it was still that simple answer.

Li Zheng smiled lightly. If Liang Zhe is here, he really wants to rub the boy's hair vigorously.

"It's settled, see you tomorrow."

There was another two seconds of silence on the other end, "See you tomorrow."

Li Zheng opened his mouth in surprise. He heard it right, did Mr. Xiao Liang say three words? Three words!

Last time I stayed with Liang Zhe for two days and one night, did he ever say three words at once? Li Zheng tried to think back, it seems, there should be no.

Suddenly there is a feeling of flattery...