Chapter 862

Peking University has made preparations for the arrival of darbeko.

The name of the Nobel Prize is very bluffing. In China, regardless of the winner of Turing prize, the winner of fields prize or the winner of Pulitzer Prize, the media should add a sentence after it when it comes to publicity: the Nobel Prize in computer science, the Nobel Prize in mathematics, the Nobel Prize in media

But the pure Nobel Prize, Needless to say, the Nobel Prize is the Nobel Prize.

Among all kinds of honors and awards in the world, Oscar is the one that can compare with Nobel Prize in popularity. However, as a natural science prize, the former is much higher than the former. For bureaucrats of various countries, the treatment that Nobel Prize winners and Oscar winners should receive is also different.

Now, after confirming the end of darbeko's trip, the red banner of "warmly welcome Nobel Prize winner professor darbeko to our school" has been hung all over the campus of Peking University. If the Oscar winners come, it would be nice to hang a few in the auditorium. It's too much to be called by the media.

Some time ago, the common red banner of "warmly welcome our student Yang Rui to be nominated for the Nobel Prize" was also covered up, and some of the banners were directly transformed.

Despite this, Yang Rui returned to his dormitory and was surrounded by giant pandas.

Today's students are not as reserved as those of later generations. The enthusiasm and boldness of students in the 1980s are just like those of later generations on the Internet.

Just a few years ago, the young people of the previous generation set up the National University. Train after train of students, they wandered around the country just to liberate all mankind.

Nowadays, there are few students who want to liberate the whole mankind, but there are still many students who care about poetry and distant places, as well as many who care about honor and food stamps.

Before Yang Rui entered the dormitory, someone followed him.

People are more curious to see Yang Rui, and some people said to the people next to him: "look, people who have been on TV are not the same, and their temperament is not the same."

"Where is the temperament different?"

"Temperament is something you can't say, understand?"

On the second floor, there are more people who know Yang Rui. Several naked boys are preparing to take a bath. Now they see that Yang Rui doesn't wash any more. They use the washbasin to move forward, and then they follow in.

After a while, Yang Rui's dormitory was full.

"Sorry, brothers." Yang Rui arched to several roommates in the dormitory.

Dong Zhicheng, who always sleeps in the upper bunk, pokes out his head and says with a smile, "it's nothing. I guess you'll get together when you come back."

"Don't make me look like a troublemaker." Yang Rui deliberately relaxed, looked around and said, "I feel like a giant panda."

When he said that, everyone laughed and the atmosphere became warm.

"The giant panda is not as good as the golden monkey." A boy with a towel to protect the bottom cheerfully yelled.

And there was a loud cry at the door that couldn't squeeze in: "get out of the way, get out of the way, let me touch the Nobel nominees."

"Yes, I'll touch it first."

"The meat is really porcelain."

"In our hometown, this kind of pig should be killed by a special person during the Spring Festival. Otherwise, it's a small matter that we can't get blood. The village is full of chaos. If we don't get it right, something will happen."

Standing around Yang Rui, they feel it with a smile.

Yang Rui outstretched his hand impolitely and slapped in the room, but there were always boring people coming up to pinch it.

"If girls forget it, you can't squeeze it." Yang Rui yelled twice and always felt that his dormitory building was not opened in the right way.

The students around stopped and yelled for Yang Rui's treat.

Yang Rui is not afraid to invite a guest. He simply takes out his pocket and takes out more than 100 yuan. He raises it and says, "in this way, the dormitory can't be set up. Let's go to the lake and have a drink. Peanuts and Laobaigan are enough."

All the students around cheered.

Today's students are generally precocious, coupled with the relationship between repetition and going to school late, Yang Rui's classmates are basically over 20 years old. In contrast, their peers who did not go to university have been in society for three or five years. Therefore, alcoholic drinks are very popular on campus now.

Li Bai has a hundred drunken poems. Even in order to pursue his poetic dream and distant place, we will try our best to intoxicate ourselves.

When Yang Ruigang entered university, he attended a reception. This time, he did not hesitate to ask people to buy a lot of Baijiu.A group of people came out of the dormitory building and arrived at the Bank of Weiming lake. Without Yang Rui's organization, they scattered and started to make trouble.

When the students who bought wine came back, it was like a big party. Some people joined, some left, some sang, some sang, and some danced. Looking at it, it was like a group of demons dancing.

As for Yang Rui, although people around him keep saying hello, everyone knows him, but the general treatment of the stars is not.

Yang Rui sighed a sigh of relief, but he was also slightly worried that his classmates, the students who were dancing with evil spirits in front of him, would be more than double-digit feudal officials, important ministers of ministries and commissions, and the mainstay of the government and the public in the future

Who can imagine this carnival scene.

All of a sudden, Yang Rui has the feeling of sitting on the flower boat of Qinhuai River and watching the students in Jinling. With the strong national anxiety of the bustard from the bottom of the society, he soars freely over the campus.

It was getting dark soon.

The students in the carnival were reluctant to leave. They got some big stone oil buckets from somewhere. They stuffed them with thick wood and poured them with kerosene. They were like campfires.

Yang Rui was also slightly drunk and danced with his classmates around the campfire.

"Congratulations, Yang Rui." Dancing, Bai Ling came to Yang Rui and jumped up with him.

The tape recorder with two speakers sends out music with strong sense of rhythm, which makes everyone shake their body involuntarily.

Through the dim light of the fire, Yang Rui saw Bai Ling in a white turtleneck sweater and said with a smile, "thank you. Long time no see."

"Where did you go when you were away from school?" Bai Ling asked Yang Rui as she danced with the rhythm.

Because of the music, Bai Ling put one hand on Yang Rui's shoulder and approached him to speak.

Yang Rui's ears itch, and his heart itches inexplicably.

"I went back to my hometown to build a factory there." When Yang Rui talks, he also leans to Bai Ling's side. His nose seems to touch the tip of her hair, which is even itchy.

"You are so free in school. You can come and go as you like. The teacher doesn't care." Bai Ling's mouth was flat. While she was talking, she was still dancing.

She can be a member of the class's cultural and entertainment committee because she has been able to dance well since she was a child. She can listen to music and dance gracefully without any expense.

In his mind, Yang Rui unconsciously recalled the youth dance movies that later generations had seen.

"What factory will be built in your hometown?" Bailing's breath came sweetly.

"Pharmaceutical factory," Yang Rui said

"Is it related to your research?"

"It has something to do with it."

"Is it a study of Nobel Prize nominations?"

"That's not true."

Two people have a chat without a word, accompanied by passionate music, but feel very relaxed.

"Can you tell me something about your research? I want to hear it. " Bai Ling pulls Yang Rui to a place a little far away from the bonfire, full of curiosity.

Yang Rui thought in his heart: Tell Bai Ling the story he has prepared, and it's good to listen to the feedback.

After a little sorting out, Yang Rui asked with a smile, "do you really want to hear it? My story is a little long. "

"As long as you want." Bai Ling simply pulled Yang Rui to a stop, then took down a marching pot from her waist and said, "have a drink."

Yang Rui turned off the lid and heard it, but it was baijiu.

This temporary lakeside party provides a lot of drinks, but there are no containers. The students all show their abilities. Yang Rui can't help but raise his thumb: "I really have you."

"Tell me your story."

"Let's talk about PCR first, it starts from the winding mountain road..." Yang Rui completely used the tone of story telling, rehearsed the tone and posture in front of the mirror, and soon attracted the students around him.

Not long ago, more than a dozen people gathered around Yang Rui, and they tended to gather more and more.