Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Su Xiankai! Your telegram! Get it from the concierge." Liu Hongmei, the office aunt, occupies the only phone in the room, and everyone's information must be delivered through her.

Su Xiankai raised his head in a daze, his generous face was in a state of confusion.

"Oh, your telegram. I don't know what it is. Go and see it quickly. Don't worry about something in your hometown. Your village is in the mountains. It's not easy to send a telegram." The office aunt said The tone is a little weird.

Su Xiankai grunted, put the bookmark where he had just read it, and went out.

The aunt looked at his movements and felt uncomfortable, and said: "I read English magazines every day, as if he is the only one who understands it, and he is just a teaching assistant!"

There were two people sitting opposite the aunt in the office, just laughing but not talking.

Su Xiankai stepped out of the teaching building and kicked the stone angrily.

He is a student who was tested in the Taihang Mountains. The so-called old revolutionary base area sounds nice, but in fact it can only be said to be popular and professional. But in schools and offices, when everyone mentions Taihang Mountain, the first impression is that they are poor.

Liu Hongmei, an old teacher in the office, talked about "poor" and "mountain" from time to time.

The reason is simple. Liu Hongmei's son graduated in the same year as Su Xiankai. Su Xiankai stayed in school because of good grades, but Liu Hongmei's son was not assigned to the school because he only studied in an unknown college.

The different destinies of the two young people caused a thorn in Liu Hongmei's heart. Maybe it was the menopause, and when Liu Hongmei got the chance, she satirized Su Xiankai to feel happy.

Naturally, Su Xiankai would not feel happy.

On the contrary, the air in the office was almost oppressive and breathless.

If you use the language of later generations to evaluate, Liu Hongmei is displaying cold violence.

However, although Su Xiankai reads papers every day, there is nothing he can do about it. He can go to the laboratory, but the laboratory is shared by multiple groups. After finishing the experiment, he will come out. He can also go to the classroom, but the classroom is also used by the whole school. Yes, we have to leave after class.

The school also requires teachers to sit in class to facilitate students to ask questions.

Few people came to ask the little teaching assistant questions, so Su Xiankai went around the library and the office every day.

Because the school cannot provide funds for young teachers, young people such as Su Xiankai must do theoretical research first. Only when the theoretical research is done well can the funds be increased.

Su Xiankai urgently hopes to write a theoretical manuscript, publish it in a national journal, and then get the highest funding of 3,000 yuan from the school to do the project he wants to do.

Getting funding and starting a project not only means leaving the "newcomer" stage, but also means that you have a new office to choose from. Even if it is the worst project office, Su Xiankai can move there immediately.

The resentment of middle-aged women is really terrible.

While making plans for the future, Su Xiankai quickened his pace to hedge against the office aunt's evil spirit.

He rarely received telegrams. The last time Su Xiankai received a telegram from his hometown was more than a year ago, and there were only four words in it: Mother will return soon from illness.

Su Xiankai was so frightened that he reversed his car several times overnight and went back to his hometown standing up. It turned out that his mother had a stomach ailment and was short of money for the hospital, so his younger brother sent a telegram secretly.

With such a concise four-character telegram, Su Xiankai was complained many times by his father. "I can eat a cage of vegetarian buns" has almost become Father Su's mantra.

Su Xiankai was also worried about something urgent at home: the autumn harvest was coming, could it be that something happened to the big livestock at home? It’s fine if the livestock get sick, but don’t let the family members get sick...

Su Xiankai thought wildly, entered the concierge, and asked, "Master, do you have my telegram?"

The porter wore reading glasses to read the newspaper, took them off to look at people, saw that it was a young teacher with a familiar face, and immediately said: "The telegram and letter are in the basket on the right, you take your own, remember to sign before you leave, don't get confused."

After the instructions were over, the old concierge continued to read his newspaper.

Su Xiankai had no choice but to look for letters and telegrams in the bamboo basket by himself.

A school has a lot of letters to and from every day. Normal people use ordinary letters for normal communication. Some people can send several letters a day, and the letters from the concierge are all sent to teachers, otherwise the number will have to increase tenfold.

While Su Xiankai was searching, another person came and called out, "Old Sun, do you have a letter from me?"

The concierge took off his reading glasses as usual, and after a glance, he turned somersaults down and said with piercing eyes, "Professor Wang is here. I put your letter in the drawer, and I'm afraid it will get dirty."

A letter was handed to the other party in minutes.

At this moment, Su Xiankai raised his head and said hello: "Professor Wang."

"Xiao Su is here too. That's fine. You guys are busy. I'll go back first. There's still an experiment I haven't finished yet." Professor Wang laughed twice, took the letter and left without wasting any time.

Su Xiankai was a little upset and continued to flip through the letters. His telegram was urgent and should have been released separately.

However, the porter didn't like him, and he was helpless. The atmosphere in the school was like this, the dull and conservative atmosphere never dissipated. Of course, there was also a strong bureaucratic smell floating around, like body odor. If you don't see it, you can't go around it.

The concierge only recognizes the leaders of the school and departments. Famous or powerful professors and associate professors will also be remembered. Other than that, no one can be familiar with him.

"I found it." Su Xiankai cursed while finding the telegram with his name written on it.

"Have you brought your work permit?" The concierge pushed the autograph book over, pointed to the bottom, and said, "You can get the letter with your signature."

Su Xiankai quickly completed the entire process and tore it apart on the spot.

The concierge didn't say anything, the telegram was indeed rushed.

If there is no urgent matter, who would send a telegram? This is money by the word.

Brush pull.

With a shake of one hand, Su Xiankai unfolded the telegram.

The unfolded telegram startled both Su Xiankai and the gatekeeper.

"The telegram still has a folded page?" Lao Sun said that he was at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain... No, he has stayed in the concierge for many years, and he has never seen a folded telegram.

Su Xiankai nodded emphatically, and said, "It looks like it's a telegram."

On the header of the telegram, there are seven large characters and two symbols in pitch black, "Mr. Su Xiankai, hello:"

Su Xiankai was dizzy at that time.

Anyone else write a telegram like that?

With seven characters and two symbols, the two steamed stuffed buns are gone!

However, the sender of this telegram is obviously a bit special.

He sent a telegram like a letter, and, for fear of being unclear, there were many explanations.

In fact, it was nothing more than an invitation to Beijing to attend an interview at Peking University... No need to finish reading, Su Xiankai had already agreed.

To the ticket money, to the accommodation, or double sleeper.

How could Su Xiankai disagree.

"Peking University is really rich." After reading it, Su Xiankai deliberately counted the words: 268 words, at least 20 yuan!

"What are you talking about?" the porter asked carefully.

"For business, invite me to a meeting." Su Xiankai was in an inexplicably happy mood, rolled up the telegram, and said: "The letter said that a money order was attached, and it will arrive in the next two days. Please help me pay attention to it." .”

"Okay, I'll definitely stay here for you." The concierge immediately agreed, and when he wanted to ask a few more questions, he had already left.

Su Xiankai returned to the teaching building, hesitated for a few seconds, resolutely got on his bicycle, and went home.

He was too lazy to listen to the nagging of the aunt in the office.

On the third day, Su Xiankai also came to the concierge for the third time.

"uncle……"

"Oh, Xiao Su is here. Your money order has arrived. I kept it for you early in the morning." The concierge put down the newspaper, took off his glasses, and took out an envelope from a small drawer.

People don't need to take letters from mountainous baskets, and people become more relaxed.

Su Xiankai tore it open on the spot, looked closely at both sides, turned the car around and left.

"Hey, Xiao Su, are you not going to work?"

"I'll be here later." Su Xiankai went straight to the post office.

After withdrawing the money, Su Xiankai felt relieved, at least he was sure that this was not a liar.

In fact, Su Xiankai doubted whether it was a liar or not. If it was his wife, Su Xiankai himself did not suspect that the person who sent a telegram for 20 yuan could be a liar.

If it costs 20 yuan to deceive a person, it is too expensive.

...

Two days later, Su Xiankai and his wife Gu Lian arrived at Peking University and saw Yang Rui standing at the door.

"Mr. Yang Rui, hello." Su Xiankai used the first sentence in the telegram.

Gu Lian looked at Yang Rui curiously, and then said with a cheerful smile from the Northeast: "I didn't see that, you are younger than our old Su, right? You have your own laboratory?"

Yang Rui smiled and wanted to be more serious: "The school's laboratory, I am in charge of the work..."

"It's your laboratory." Gu Lian interrupted Yang Rui with a wave of her hand, and said again: "You go in, I'll wait outside. Old Su, you have a good interview."

Gu Lian helped Lao Su straighten his collar.

"Sister-in-law, let's go in together." Yang Rui opened the door to invite.

"I won't go to me, and I don't understand." Gu Lian shyly pushed her husband.

Su Xiankai also whispered: "Xiao Lian doesn't know scientific research, so don't go in."

Yang Rui smiled, and simply stood at the door and asked, "What does sister-in-law do?"

In fact, Yang Rui didn't care too much about Su Xiankai's academic ability. Chinese academicians 30 years later will have much higher requirements than current academicians. Of course, the learning process is long enough. Even if Su Xiankai doesn't have excellent academic ability now, he must have a strong learning ability and strong self-control.

No matter which one, Yang Rui can accept it.

If one day, Yang Rui can win the Nobel Prize, then his laboratory will naturally be inferior to Mavericks.

But now, Yang Rui is a freshman, and publishing his ceLL experience can only allow him to have an independent laboratory, good or bad, without other resources.

The next best thing to do is Su Xiankai, the best candidate he has found so far.

The only thing Yang Rui needs to pay attention to is his own character.

Different people have different personalities, which also determine the way the two parties cooperate.

Gu Lian took a serious look at Yang Rui and asked, "Is my job also part of the interview?"

Yang Rui nodded and said, "Family relationship is also part of the interview."

Gu Lian glanced at Su Xiankai, and said openly, "I'm a worker, and I run a milling machine. Do you know the milling machine?"

"Yes, the magazine is made with a milling machine."

"Hey, the brains who do research are smart. I work in the factory under the Weapons Department, a third-level worker."

"Do you like doing it?"

"Like it or not, you have to do it." Gu Lian looked at Yang Rui suspiciously, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"If your old Su is transferred to Beijing, you will be separated from the two places. What do you think?"

Gu Lian hesitated for a moment, then turned her head to look at Su Xiankai, and said, "We have discussed that we will go home once a month, and I will come when he is busy, and come to see me when he is not busy."

"It's hard to work with peace of mind like this." Yang Rui is very considerate of his young cows. The trains now are no better than in the future. They are stuffed into canned sardines. If Su Xiankai is squeezed into strips of beef, it will be a big loss.

Gu Lian heard Yang Rui say this, gritted her teeth, and said: "I support our old Su's work. I will run to Beijing in the future. He will keep him and let him work hard."

"No, no." Su Xiankai said, "The train is so crowded, I'd better run."

"Why are you running, you work hard." Gu Lian winked at him and pointed at Yang Rui.

Su Xiankai smiled awkwardly, turned to Yang Rui, didn't know how to address him, and said, "I will work hard, I mean, if I enter our laboratory, I will work hard, even if I go home, I will try my best to work hard." Without wasting time, I can take the literature back to read."

"You don't need to do this when you're not particularly nervous." Yang Rui didn't dare to say that such a situation didn't happen. During scientific research competitions, he didn't dare to waste every second, and no matter how many researchers shit, he didn't dare to wipe his shit twice.

However, Yang Rui is a local tyrant after all, and he was even more pleasing to the young cow he liked, and said: "Don't worry, I'm not saying you can't go home, what I mean is, would you like to make a home in Beijing?"

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