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In classrooms.

Liu Anping and the others were about to leave after class, but after listening to the conversation between Yang Rui and the professor, they all stayed behind.

Not every student has heard of it, but everyone should know what's going on from the professor's expression.

Class monitor Liu Anping ran up to the podium in two or three steps, and said, "Yang Rui, the medicinal chemistry you just mentioned is very good."

It's medicinal chemistry, and Liu Anping can translate it just by listening to it. However, his ambition is not in scientific research, and he is not familiar with foreign journals at all.

Of course, this did not prevent him from expressing his admiration for publishing papers in journals. Chinese university education in the 1980s was scientific research-oriented, and students could see and hear the difficulty of papers and scientific research.

Yang Rui was blocked by his classmates, and it was difficult to squeeze away, so he said obediently: "Yes, it's a good journal."

Liu Anping rolled his eyes and said, "Aren't you the only one in our department with your scientific research level?"

"The level of scientific research cannot be fully reflected by papers." Yang Rui didn't know what Liu Anping wanted to do, so he said a cliché. The level of scientific research is like the word ability, which is somewhat illusory. Papers are a good measurement tool. However, some people have very good papers and will modestly say that papers cannot reflect the level of scientific research. It's scum, and I will use this to excuse myself.

Liu Anping asked with a clear purpose: "In our department, is your paper the best? Is the journal where your paper is published the most powerful?"

"I didn't pay attention to papers published by other people."

"In that case, you write me the name of the journal you published the paper in. In addition to this medical chemistry, you also write a few other papers to me. You'd better write a brief introduction yourself. Compare it with your classmates. It is also the end of the semester, and all classes are holding competitions and competitions, and our biological science major can also rely on your thesis to show off." Liu Anping just finished speaking, and there were students beside him agree.

More knowledgeable people said with certainty: "The number of students in our department who can publish papers abroad is only 10 or 20, and freshmen are even fewer. This is definitely possible. Putting it in the whole school, it is estimated that they will be ranked first. "

Listening to the students' words, the class monitor regained his energy, pulled Yang Rui, and said, "This is the honor of the whole class, you can have some snacks."

"Okay, I'll write as soon as I get back." Yang Rui nodded helplessly, carrying the full expectation of the squad leader.

"You must remember." The squad leader repeatedly asked, watching Yang Rui leave like a watchman.

Bai Ling said leisurely from behind: "It's best to write it now, otherwise, if people get busy, you may not be able to find it."

The squad leader thought: Yes, it is better to write now,

Yang Rui is often not in the dormitory, if he can't find him, it will be a long time to toss.

He immediately yelled "Yang Rui" and said, "It's better to catch up early than to be lucky. You just write it out for me now, and I'll sort it out for you when I go back, and we can report it."

"Don't you think about it?"

"Write as much as you think of, and add more later when you think of it." Liu Anping waved his hand, and almost called for a pen and paper to serve him.

Yang Rui glanced at Bai Ling, sat down and began to write the list.

Up to now, he has written nearly 20 papers, more than 10 in English, with an accumulated impact factor of more than 20, which will be regarded as a mid-level doctoral student in future generations.

For the sake of class honor, there is no need for so many papers, so Yang Rui picked up articles from different journals, wrote three or four, added two Chinese journals, and handed them over to Liu Anping.

Bai Ling watched him write, her eyes sparkled, and occasionally when Yang Rui raised her head, she would stick out her tongue and pretend to be innocent, making people feel helpless.

Liu Anping really cared about it, he got the list written by Yang Rui and went to prepare the manuscript.

This is the first semester freshmen have spent, and the end-of-term summary is the highlight of each class. Whether they can succeed or not determines the political career of freshman class leaders in college.

Liu Anping doesn't like to engage in academic or any professional work. What he likes is administration and politics. He hopes to become a party and government cadre all the way from a student cadre. I worked hard a little bit.

It is the common plan of Liu Anping and many students to be a good student cadre in a down-to-earth manner and then strive for a good assignment.

When Liu Anping took his class's semester summary to the department office, the other classes also took their own semester summaries.

However, no matter whether it is learning from Lei Feng or doing good work attendance, it cannot be compared with the long list made by Liu Anping.

"The semester summary of the biological science major is well done." The head of the department praised without hesitation, and then said: "Take this list out and put it in the semester summary of our department."

The monitor of the class next door said reluctantly: "Shouldn't the semester summary of our department consider more collective work..."

"Individuals cannot represent the collective, and the collective cannot cover the individual. We emphasize the collective, but we can also highlight the individual." The head of the department summed it up very well.

Therefore, Yang Rui's "results" were grandiosely placed in the transcripts of the whole department and submitted again.

The school is preparing for his year-end results, but Yang Rui is rushing about his year-end results.

As soon as the current issue of "Pharmaceutical Chemistry" was published, Yang Rui ran to the library to borrow it through the back door, so he went to talk to Professor Wang about it.

The temper of this kind of professor is very strange, because there are no natural enemies, wayward professors abound.

Since Professor Wang, who teaches inorganic chemistry, asked Yang Rui to show him the journals before the exam, Yang Rui had to pay attention, otherwise, failing the subject would be a matter of swipe of a pen.

For Professor Wang, paying off Yang Rui's crimes and feeding the pigeons will probably pay off, and Yang Rui will be in trouble next semester.

Therefore, in order to show his seriousness, Yang Rui counted the time to go to the library.

""Pharmaceutical Chemistry" has been borrowed." The acquainted librarian helped Yang Rui search through it, smiling regretfully.

"Who did you lend it to? Didn't it just arrive today? Aren't journals not on loan?" Yang Rui immediately asked a series of questions.

"I'll go check it out again." The librarian went to look it up again, and came back: "Professor Wang Yong borrowed it, and he came in the morning. There's a total of one, and it's been taken away."

"Professor Wang Yong, is the professor of our biology department?" Yang Rui really didn't remember the names of all the professors.

The librarian rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then said, "I guess so, the ones who read this kind of journals shouldn't be from your department?"

"How did this happen?" Yang Rui was completely confused.

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