Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Yang Rui, when are you going to Harvard?" Mao Qiming, who was in the same dormitory, didn't go to his class, but rushed to the classroom of the biological science major, asking about Yang Rui in a low voice.

He was indeed too curious.

The teacher was lecturing on the podium in front, and the students on the right in the back row were waiting with ears pricked up for Yang Rui's answer.

Yang Rui was reading a book, but he said helplessly, "Who said I'm going to Harvard?"

"It was written in the newspapers, Guangming Daily wrote it, and several newspapers reprinted it, saying that the Americans invited you to study at Harvard, and we are waiting for you to nod." Mao Qiming said with certainty.

It's not just him, this is the hottest topic at Peking University in the past two days.

Yang Rui shook his head: "It was written nonsense in the newspaper. They just asked me if I had any plans to go to Harvard, not to invite me to study at Harvard. Besides, a reporter from an American newspaper is not qualified to invite me to study at Harvard. With this ability, He should have read it himself first."

"How could the newspaper write nonsense." Mao Qiming didn't believe it at all.

Newspapers in the 1980s did have a bit of integrity, unlike the newspapers of later generations, who dared to write and edit anything for the sake of sales. However, if you want to say how much integrity you have, you really can't tell without analyzing the balance. The newspaper staff who wrote about ten thousand catties per mu are still alive, and the ecosystem of criticizing and scolding during the movement is still in operation. This is like an ecosystem. When all the newspaper people who tell the truth and only tell the facts without making up stories disappear, the genetic factors left behind are only two kinds of people who are good at making up stories and those who are not good at making up stories.

However, adhering to the vigorous work of the propaganda front, the media in the 1980s sold morals and bought some back with national credit. media trust.

Yang Rui didn't bother to explain, and said: "Maybe the reporter overheard, we were speaking in English at the time."

This is also the way Comrade Hu Xiaobing prepared. If he is questioned, he can escape punishment because he is not proficient in English.

Mao Qiming believed it, and asked in admiration, "How does it feel to speak English with foreigners? Is it express?"

"On the contrary, it's easy to speak English with foreigners. You just pop out words, and they will help you combine them. It doesn't matter if the grammar and tense are wrong. If they don't understand, they can ask you."

"So good?" Mao Qiming immediately felt the thrill of curiosity.

Yang Rui said seriously: "Foreigners other than Londoners are quite easy to talk to.

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"Londoners don't talk well?"

"certainly."

"Why?"

"Pride, pride, self-esteem and low self-esteem." Yang Rui curled his lips and said, "The Queen of England still said that there is no American English in the world, only English and wrong English, understand?"

Mao Qiming asked suspiciously: "Does it mean that Americans' English is not good?"

"In the eyes of the old Britons, English with a non-Cockney accent is not authentic."

"The Londoners are not authentic, eh? You said that the British and the Americans are allies, and you still say that, are you not angry?"

Yang Rui smiled: "Allies are just like distant relatives. When we can talk, we are very affectionate. Where we can't talk, the relationship is worse than strangers. Didn't we also collapse with the Soviet Union?"

"So, you won't go to Cambridge and Oxford anymore." Mao Qiming came to a conclusion slowly.

Yang Rui couldn't help laughing: "What am I going to Cambridge and Oxford for?"

"You can't go even if you want to." Geng Jian who was sitting in front finally couldn't listen anymore.

In China, whether foreign schools are good or not, there are often two extremes. Some say it is good, and the level of foreign schools is infinitely high, and some say it is bad, and foreign students and the environment are infinitely belittled.

In schools like Peking University, everyone gets more information, and there are actually quite a few students who are trying to study abroad. Even in schools like Harvard and Cambridge, some people are admitted every year.

Of course, the number of people admitted is not much. Harvard is always ranked first in the world's famous schools. Speaking of which, foreign students still have an advantage in the exam, but the total number of people is not much higher.

For Peking University in 1984, schools like Harvard and Cambridge, it was normal to be able to go to single digits, it was normal to be able to go to double digits, and it was normal not to be able to go to any of them, but no matter how you count, Geng Jian was not a part of it.

It's like Beijing's low scores in the college entrance examination, but it's a dream to say that Beijing students can easily pass the Peking University exam. There are hundreds of schools in the city, and students who have never tasted the taste of being the first in the class have never been in the same class. It doesn't matter.

Geng Jian was not happy to hear it, his temper was bad, and his tone was quite aggressive.

Yang Rui has been in the spotlight for the past two days, and he didn't want to be aggressive, so he said: "It doesn't matter if I want to go or not, especially if I have nothing to do with others."

Yang Rui was thinking not to be aggressive, but when he said it, it was still pleasant.

Geng Jian was already in a state of firecrackers. Hearing this, he became even more unhappy, and said, "It's best not to worry about it. I'm afraid that some people will use the school's name to bluff and deceive, such as Peking University freshmen, Peking University students, what they say is better than what they sing." It sounds good, when the time comes the school will be used enough, and I will go abroad."

"Geng Jian, it's something out of the ordinary, what are you doing here." The monitor gave him a hand, and said in a low voice, "It's class, don't make trouble."

"What's wrong with me? They were the ones who spoke first." Geng Jian turned and pointed at Yang Rui.

"Take your hand away." Without Yang Rui's words, Mao Qiming exploded first. He is Yang Rui's roommate, and he is not from the Department of Biology, and he will not let Geng Jian.

"What if I don't take it?" Geng Jian's fiery temper also came up.

Mao Qiming slapped Geng Jian's hand back.

At this time, the teacher on the podium also saw it, and the pointer "slapped" and the chalk tip was thrown over: "Go out if you don't want to attend class!"

No one dared to go out, so the classroom fell silent.

After class, when the teacher left, Mao Qiming and Geng Jian jumped up at the same time, grabbed each other's neck and started cursing.

Neither of them are willing to suffer.

In the end, it was the classmates in the class who tore the two apart.

As a roommate and fuse, Yang Rui pulled Mao Qiming away quickly.

"I can't understand Geng Jian in your class, what the hell." Mao Qiming was walking on the road, cursing.

"It's just such a person. He has targeted me several times. I'm sorry that you ran into him this time."

"We are in the same dormitory, why are you being polite, you said that you have been targeted before?"

Yang Rui nodded, and said: "You remember the sportswear I wore when I started school. At that time, I was said to be extravagant and wasteful, and I was asked to change my clothes because of Geng Jian..."

Because Mao Qiming and Geng Jian had a conflict, Yang Rui made a point of explaining it so that Mao Qiming wouldn't get caught inadvertently.

Mao Qiming frowned and said, "Does he still have this ability?"

"He is a probationary party member, so he was a member of the class committee when he first entered school, and he easily joined the student union later."

Mao Qiming's brows were deeply furrowed: "No wonder! It's you, who punishes people like him. If it were me, I might really be punished to death."

Yang Rui was also a little upset by what he said, not to mention, if he hadn't accumulated enough resources, these few cold shots would have hurt his muscles and bones.

According to the configuration of Chinese universities, the distribution of power between the school's student union and students is like the configuration of the maintenance committee and good people of the occupation army. The maintenance committee has little power and is oppressed and squeezed by the occupation army. Sometimes, there are many ways to maintain the association.

Every year in the university, girls are thrown away like flowers. There are unlucky children who are caught by the inspectors for cheating in the final exam. Some unlucky children are caught for stealing wires in the dormitory. The maintenance will be killed...

The two walked in silence for more than ten minutes, and Mao Qiming suddenly said, "I have an idea."

"any solution?"

"I had a fight with Geng Jian."

"What kind of solution is this?" Yang Rui laughed.

"He is a probationary party member, and I am a member of the Communist Youth League. If I quit the group at worst, he will be expelled from the party, and the loss will be great."

"That's what I said, but when it comes to punishment, it's not up to you. At that time, what if Geng Jian is given a warning and a major demerit for you? Besides, a disagreement is not a big deal. Forgot about it in two days, what did you provoke him to do?"

"If you can help me, I'm willing to give it a try." Mao Qiming said in a positive tone.

Yang Rui asked, "How can I help you?"

"You talk to me when the time comes and testify for me. I'm sure the school is partial to you." Mao Qiming was full of conspiracy and tricks.

Yang Rui thought about it seriously, and said: "It's not worth it, the dog bit you, you can't bite back."

"If I could bite it to death with one bite and get a little injury myself, I'd be happy too."

"Even if I show up, the school doesn't necessarily favor you."

"Then find someone who is willing to help." Mao Qiming smiled.

Yang Rui still shook his head, he didn't want to get involved in such a thing.

Mao Qiming's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

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Chapter 428 Conspiracy and trickery:

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