Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Wang Dongming sat in the library looking up information in a daze.

He still didn't know if he wanted to do academics, but he decided to take this opportunity.

In short, even if you are idle, you are still idle. Why don’t you write something and see what results you can get? After all, you are all college students. It is only natural to write a good homework. Might as well make a career out of it.

There were many people with the same idea, and all of a sudden, the biology books in the Tsinghua Library became more and more popular.

No matter what era you are doing research in, the first thing to do is to check the data. The so-called army goes first before moving food and grass.

The difference is that there is the Internet in the 21st century, whether it is a copy of a book or a keyword search, the efficiency is relatively high.

Doing research in the 1980s was more troublesome. For students who are new to this field, where to find which books to read is a huge problem.

Wang Dongming could only start by flipping through the book. He casually found the tome of genetics, opened it on the desktop in the reading room, and searched along the catalogue. content.

After watching this for more than ten minutes, Wang Dongming closed the book in disappointment. There are some knowledge points about polymerase, but it is only a brief introduction, which does not meet Yang Rui's topic at all.

Without time to rest, Wang Dongming got up and returned the book, and found several other books on the shelf to read—this is in the reading room. If you want to find the library, the dense card index can kill you.

"Do you still want to read this one?" A person walked up to Wang Dongming and asked, pointing to a copy of "Genetics" from Science Press that he was holding on the table.

"Oh, oh, read it first." Wang Dongming got up quickly, pulled out "Genetics", and said embarrassedly: "I brought it together when I was looking for books."

"It's okay, I'll just take a look here." The person who asked the question was a senior student with an unshaven beard, and his arms were almost as thin as a beard.

I saw that he hugged "Genetics" and put it in front of him, then took out his handbag, put it on the side, opened it gently, took out a notebook from it, put it on the right side of the book, and took it out again. Take out a pen, a pencil, an eraser, and a piece of scratch paper and put them on the left.

Then, he took out the side of the handbag, took out a calculator, put it under the book, and then, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

Wang Dongming was dumbfounded.

The senior student smiled, took out a cigarette, lit it up, and took a deep puff, half of which disappeared in an instant.

He closed his eyes, leaned on the chair, swallowed the smoke enjoyably, let it out, swallowed it again, and so on three times, when he spit it out again, there was hardly a trace of smoke.

"When I was an educated youth, I was addicted to cigarettes. There is nothing I can do." The senior student smiled at Wang Dongming again, extinguished the remaining half of the cigarette, put it back in the cigarette case, and looked at it nostalgicly. Opened the voluminous "Genetics" and searched page by page.

"You're not from the biology department, are you? Why do you also read genetics?" Tsinghua's biology department has just resumed, and there are no seniors.

"I'm from the Department of Chemistry, and I want to try to see if I can transform creatures."

"You like creatures?"

"Okay,

It's better than chemistry. "

"What does chemistry say?"

"Chemistry experiments are very dangerous. If we don't do it well, we will die early. You said that we have finally been admitted to college. We should find a way to live a few more years." The senior student took a deep breath, and there were bursts of smoke. taste.

Wang Dongming was stunned for a while, then said, "What did you think when you applied for your major?"

"Where did you have the qualifications to think at that time, you didn't understand at all..." The senior student asked, "How about you, is the biology department good?"

"It's okay..." Wang Dongming was completely confused, and asked, "How are you going to change departments?"

"I heard that Yang Rui from Peking University taught the Department of Biology? He also assigned homework? I thought, if I get a good answer, it should be easy to transfer to the Department of Biology."

"Yang Rui is from Peking University. Whether your answer is good or not won't affect Tsinghua University's transfer." Wang Dongming smiled.

The corner of the senior student’s mouth curled up, he pointed at Wang Dongming, shook his fingers, and said, “The freshman is really a freshman, let me just say this, if I write a good article, if Yang Rui takes a fancy to it today, I want to transfer to the Department of Biology tomorrow.” , is just a word."

"real or fake."

"Of course, you know what CELL means?" The senior student shook his head, looked down at the book, and said, "Don't talk about it, the two weeks are very tight, and there is no time to chat."

"You know the homework he assigned? How do you know?"

"It's a big school, what can be hidden, the whole school has spread it, look how many people borrow biology books."

Only then did Wang Dongming notice that many of the students wandering around the biology bookshelf were not students from the biology department.

"Really..." Wang Dongming didn't know what to say.

The senior student lowered his head and began to read the book.

Wang Dongming was inexplicably flustered, and hurriedly lowered his head to read the book, flipping the pages of the book.

A week flies by.

More and more students came to Yang Rui's big class, and the big class began to become crowded.

Wang Dongming didn't think it before, but now he pays attention to observe, and he sees more strange students.

"There are so many people." Wang Dongming felt inexplicably proud. After all, these were poor children who yearned for the Department of Biology but failed to enter the Department of Biology.

However, it was not until Friday that Wang Dongming really realized what it means to have a large number of people.

The aisles are so crowded that the camera zooms out and is guarded by two nervous staff.

"So many people..." Wang Dongming muttered to himself, touched the young man in the aisle, and asked, "Are you all here to listen to Yang Rui's class?"

"Yes."

"Which department are you from?"

"Biology department."

"I haven't seen you before."

"I just assigned it..."

"Assignment?" Wang Dongming thought about the word for a while, and said in surprise, "Are you a teacher?"

"Yes..." The young man also replied reluctantly.

In the classroom, there was an atmosphere of reluctance and embarrassment everywhere.

Young students, young teachers, older students and older teachers, and even older teachers were sitting or standing in the same room, and the atmosphere was far from harmonious.

And when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the atmosphere became even more tense.

Young students and young teachers rushed to the podium one after another, handing their homework to Yang Rui.

Some people wanted to have a few words with Yang Rui, but soon, Yang Rui was overwhelmed by the flood of homework.

"Let's go, let's go." The professors behind came over, and naturally the young head dog helped them clear the way.

"Yang Rui, some of us old guys also wrote something, you don't mind reading it."

"Of course, of course I don't mind. But, you don't have to..."

"It's still necessary. After listening to the class, you have to do homework." An old professor said with a smile.

Yang Rui had no choice but to take the document bag they had carefully bound, and squeezed it, feeling very thick.

The same thick file bags were piled half a person high on one side of the desk.

Yang Rui looked at these homework, suddenly worried, how to correct this?

And below, all the shining eyes were staring at Yang Rui, looking forward to a wonderful result.

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