Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Yang Rui and Xiao Baiya danced on the dance floor for more than half an hour before sitting back to rest.

Not long after, Xiao Baiya's motorcycle teammates gathered together and built a mountain of beer bottles.

"Scientist, come blow a bottle?" The tallest girl in the motorcycle team was a girl with shaved eyebrows. She looked like she was at the age of college, but she seemed to be wearing more mature makeup.

"Thank you, I'll just drink slowly. Also, don't drive when you're drunk." Yang Rui spread the knowledge of drunk driving by the way.

The girl who trimmed her eyebrows snorted and said, "You can also get drunk with beer? You look down on people too much."

"Alcohol will make your brain dull. This is a physiological index. It is not something you can resist if you are healthy and brave enough to drink, unless you are not a human being." Yang Rui shrugged and said: "Of course, if you insist on riding a motorcycle back, I will No objection, I will send you back."

In the last sentence, Yang Rui is right. He doesn't care what the other biker girls do with their lives.

"I only drank one bottle of beer." Little White Fang whispered.

"To be safe, I'll ask Jielikang to pick me up. You don't have to ride a motorcycle. If you want to go home, you can also take my car. The motorcycle will be picked up tomorrow, or I'll have someone pick it up for you." Yang Rui said with Jieli Kang has never had any psychological burden. He was originally a shareholder of several Zeneca joint venture companies.

Seeing that Yang Rui was thinking for himself, Xiao Baiya immediately nodded with a smile on his eyes.

"I drank ten bottles of beer...and I don't drive a motorcycle anymore." The girl with shaved eyebrows swallowed hard and turned quickly.

"This is the best." Yang Ruishan said something in a daze, raised his beer glass, and said, "I toast everyone."

After speaking, he gulped and drank himself. Dancing, drinking, etc. are always very happy things, especially a man and a group of girls, even if nothing happens, they are also very happy.

Little Baiya became even more excited, drank a few glasses of beer, and dragged Yang Rui into the arena to dance.

Her dancing posture is excellent, and she obviously has a foundation, which also makes Yang Rui admire her.

The lights on the dance floor were inexplicably dimmed, and more students stepped onto the dance floor.

Yang Rui also jumped up and down in a cathartic manner. For a while, he didn't do what young people do.

"Hello, are you a student of Tsinghua University?" A girl suddenly pulled Yang Rui and asked him loudly.

Yang Rui looked back and saw that she was a beautiful lady, so he smiled, shook his head and said, "I'm not from Tsinghua University."

"Oh..." Song Fang, who was asking the question, took two steps back in great melancholy, thinking: What a handsome boy, what a pity.

Her goal is very clear, she must marry a boy from Tsinghua University, and she must complete this goal before graduating from university.

To be honest, Song Fang's goal is very utilitarian, and Song Fang knows it herself, but she still made this decision that would definitely affect her life after she entered university. Of course, Song Fang is not suitable for any Tsinghua male, she is very beautiful, enough to choose a pleasing, even handsome one among Tsinghua males.

However, Song Fang had never seen such a handsome boy in Tsinghua Boys' School.

For a moment, Song Fang would think: this is fine, there is no need for Tsinghua men.

But in that moment of weakness passed,

Song Fang will only become more firm in her goal - her target must be a boy who wants to graduate from Tsinghua University and stay in Beijing. The ending of looking for a boy from a second-rate school will only be like her mother's ending, in a certain wilderness There is no point in dedicating one's life to one's family.

Song Fang thought while looking at Yang Rui, and slowly backed away from the dance floor, feeling extremely regretful in her heart: Although he is a very handsome college student, it is useless if he is not from Tsinghua... Instead of looking for a very handsome college student from a second-rate university It's better to find an ordinary boy from Tsinghua University, so that you don't have to fight hard with him until the age of forty, and you have to compete with younger wild women.

Song Fang, who was retreating, stepped on several people and attracted several pairs of angry eyes, but with the addition of good looks, no one vented their anger.

The rhythm of the dance music kept increasing, and the lights on the dance floor kept dimming, but it was a pity that they were not turned to black after all.

For college students, this is already a very enjoyable group activity.

After a few hours, the students returned home having fun.

Since the students of Tsinghua University went back to their dormitories, students from other schools rode bicycles in small groups with flashlights.

Yang Rui and Xiao Baiya went out of the school side by side, because Zeneca's car was not easy to enter the campus, so they could only wait outside the school.

The female riders wanted to follow Xiao Bai Ya, but they could only follow slowly.

Song Fang was a little late before returning to school with two other girls. They came to Tsinghua to dance every week, and they were very familiar with the route, talking and laughing, and started on the road.

"Song Fang, that boy." The girl riding in front stood on the ground with her feet and pointed to the bright light ahead.

"Which boy?"

"Just the boy from Tsinghua University."

Song Fang immediately looked up.

Song Fang was also extremely impressed by the super handsome boys from Tsinghua University.

A long train stopped under a street light not far from the side door.

Song Fang didn't know car logos or cars, but seeing Yang Rui and others getting into several cars still surprised her.

"Couldn't be better, this guy is an idiot." The companion poked Song Fang's waist.

"So what?" Song Fang admitted that she was surprised, but it was just a little surprise.

"*Isn't it good? After everything is settled at home, maybe in a few years, you will be the wife of a Shangguan. Hey, you still have a small car." The companion said enviously, "After we start working, we will Twenty years later, you may not be able to ride in a small car. Unless you go to the cities and counties below, otherwise, department-level cadres will not have a small car to sit in."

"What I want is not a life like an official's wife, but stability and comfort." Song Fang said indifferently: "I don't want to be an official's wife, let's go."

After speaking, Song Fang pedaled her bicycle, turned her back to the small convoy, and went back to school.

The two companions looked at each other and had no choice but to follow.

Yang Rui asked the driver to drive to Fan's house first, and then returned to the school laboratory after seeing off little white teeth. Naturally, other drivers would send the others back.

Although it was late, the ion channel laboratory was still brightly lit.

Xu Zhengping's research on interacting proteins is at a critical juncture, and his scientific research team has begun to enter a non-stop state, and overtime work is naturally inevitable.

Yang Rui did not have a special job when he returned to the laboratory, but as the director of the laboratory, it is inevitable to report to the laboratory from time to time every day.

Most of the heads of first-class laboratories are workaholics, otherwise, it would be difficult to support a laboratory.

Compared with the work in the industry, the work in the scientific research field is more busy, and it also tests the use of time.

It's not uncommon for a lab leader to spend 100 hours a week in the lab.

Yang Rui is also very conscious and comes whenever he has time, and researchers who have questions can also ask questions quickly.

In his position, there is no need to do specific experiments, but pointing out the direction and solving problems has always been the job of the laboratory leader.

When Yang Rui returned to the ion channel laboratory, it was as natural as returning to the dormitory. He took off his coat, put on a lab coat, and went through the laboratory one by one. Nervous revision.

Xu Zhengping was also very busy. He also had a lot of questions. He grabbed Yang Rui and chatted with him for 30 minutes. Then he suddenly slapped his head and said, "By the way, an American is looking for you."

"What American?"

"The one from Norton Publishing House is said to have just arrived in the afternoon, and asked all the way here." Xu Zhengping said a little embarrassedly: "I was busy and forgot, it's quite important."

"Where are people?"

"Arranged to the hotel."

"That's okay, let him come to me tomorrow, you can call me. I should go back to sleep." Yang Rui turned around again, seeing that nothing happened, he took off his lab coat, changed back into his coat, and prepared to go out .

Before he left, Xu Zhengping ran out from inside and shouted, "The Americans make an appointment at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning, is that okay?"

"So early?"

"It seems to be in a hurry."

"About tomorrow at noon, ask him to come to the school cafeteria." As soon as Yang Rui heard about Norton Press, he knew that it was about his monograph. He himself was very concerned about it, but since the other party was more anxious, then he Don't worry.

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