Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

When Zhang Boming left, Jing Yulan realized that there were only two people left in the room. Her thinking was still shocked by the 2,000 yuan manuscript fee. At this moment, she had nothing to say and asked: "What article did you write to Science Pictorial? High contribution fee?"

"A popular science article called "Biosphere" has tens of thousands of words, so the manuscript fee is relatively high." Yang Rui collected the manuscript fee notice and passbook, and whether he can continue to eat meat in the future depends on them. Although the WestJet factory gave a lot of money, it was inconvenient to expose it. Furthermore, it is both legal and illegal for a Chinese to register a company in Hong Kong, and it is troublesome to reveal it.

"Do you have "Science Pictorial" here? Let me take a look." Jing Yulan is not happy to leave now, it is better to find something to do.

Yang Rui nodded, and pulled out several "Science Pictorial" from the bookcase. He bought a copy of "Science Pictorial" to read the style of the article before writing the article, then bought two more copies, and never read it again. Compared with the science fiction of later generations, the science pictorial of the 1980s was not advanced enough.

Jing Yulan is a girl who studies literature. She only reads literature but not science, but she also reads with gusto. The entry point of "Biosphere" is very good, and it is happening in foreign countries. Yang Rui's popular science article can be published in national magazines, and the readability is naturally not weak.

The magazine even asked Yang Rui for a manuscript, but unfortunately he had already made his first pot of gold and began to prepare for the publication of the paper, so he didn't have time to fiddle with the novel.

Compared with biological experiments and papers, Yang Rui is far from being good at novels, and he has devoted more energy and time to novels, and he doesn't want to touch them at all.

Jing Yulan looked interesting, and asked two sentences from time to time, in Chinese and English, while Yang Rui answered in English.

Seeing the middle section, Jing Yulan also became interested in the biosphere 2 made by the Americans, and asked Yang Rui to explain to her in English what a "miniature artificial ecological cycle system that simulates the earth's environment" is.

For this type of professional English, Yang Rui is better than daily conversation, spit out a lot of professional terms in one breath.

Jing Yulan was stunned for an instant, and after a while, she said in amazement, "Have you checked a lot of books? When writing this article at the time, it was not easy, right?"

"It's okay, what you asked is exactly what I am good at." Yang Rui said half-truth: "I have liked biology since I was a child, and I have prepared a lot of biology-related words. This article is also true. I read foreign papers before writing them."

"No wonder it was published in Science Illustrated." Jing Yulan still admired this.

The circulation of "Science Pictorial" in China has more than 1 million copies per issue. This is a pretty terrifying number. A rough estimate is that at least tens of millions of people read it in each issue. This data will not be broken again until after 2005, and in the 1990s, the best domestic magazines sold only 100,000 copies, and many magazines went bankrupt as a result.

Zhang Boming also left sadly because of this. As a literary and artistic youth, the weight of "Science Pictorial" is quite heavy. The influence of magazines in the 1980s on people's thinking, the occupation of people's time, and the occupation of people's information channels are unprecedented. They are posted to them every day. The articles are full of sweat, and it is indeed not easy to stand out.

Although "Biosphere" has Yang Rui's past experience, it was completely written by him.

When it comes to this article, Yang Rui is also quite proud.

Jing Yulan refreshed his perception of Yang Rui, and the issues they discussed gradually deepened.

By the time a pot of mutton was fully cooked, Yang Rui's understanding of Jing Yulan had increased twice as much.

"Let's eat it by the stove. Anyway, this is the dish." Yang Rui pinched the time, opened the lid of the aluminum pan, put the salt, stirred it again, and said with a smile: "It seems to be a success. Let's eat while chatting. , When it was a fireside conversation."

"Roosevelt's fireside conversation?" Jing Yulan's eyes lit up.

"Yes."

"You know the fireside conversation, where did you see it?"

"You can see it everywhere." Yang Rui answered cautiously.

Jing Yulan really shook her head and said: "Nowadays, English students know that there are not many people talking by the fireside. Many people think that capitalism is immutable."

"How can any doctrine remain the same. From a biological point of view, cancer cells are possible long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live, neither biological system nor political system." Yang Rui laughed and changed the topic.

Jing Yulan didn’t pay attention to how Yang Rui got the information, and nodded: “That’s right. The political system can’t be immutable. Roosevelt’s fireside talk is a proof. Hearing his first seven fireside talks, they talked about the New Deal. It is social, industrial, and labor issues. Of course, as well as the relief and revival that he has been emphasizing, these are reforms that bring capitalism closer to communism... I think that in the current Chinese society, the most important thing to talk about is society, Industrial and worker issues..."

She obviously has in-depth thinking about this issue, and Yang Rui didn't bother and let her talk to herself.

Speaking is also a way to straighten out one's thoughts at certain times.

Jing Yulan might be able to publish a heavyweight paper on this.

Yang Rui wasn't worried about what she said wrong. Since the 1980s, convictions for words have not had much to do with academia. Scholars discuss ideology or social economy in the form of essays, almost as much as they want. However, the mass media, once reprinted certain articles or excerpts, often caused an uproar.

The reality is that some comments that ordinary people can't stand at all are not even extreme in academia.

However, the price of freedom has always been this way. If you want freedom of speech, you have to put up with teenagers watching "Playboy", you have to go back to the Stone Age, you have to put up with a 9-year-old son in public, and an 11-year-old daughter to have children.

It is not freedom but privilege to ask the people to "say whatever they want to say" while demanding to restrict and block "sex pornography."

Under Jing Yulan's long talk, Yang Rui silently completed all the production of the mutton quilt, then scooped two large bowls, placed them in front of each other, and put the chopsticks back, and said: "It's been scalded with hot water."

Jing Yulan woke up in horror, immediately stopped her voice, and said, "I seem to have said too much."

Yang Rui knew what she was worried about, and said with a smile: "You are a professor at the Normal University, and you are talking about American politics. You still use English. What does it matter?"

Jing Yulan thought about it too, her tight body just relaxed, and she shook her head and said, "Professor is relieved. I am still a lecturer now."

"As long as you are a university teacher, this is a talisman. You insist that it is an academic discussion and nothing will happen. Besides, the current political climate is not so tense." Yang Rui exhorted. The movement has just passed. People There are still various worries, and it is not surprising that Jing Yulan is afraid.

Jing Yulan nodded slowly and said: "I may have been influenced by my father. When talking about political issues, I was a little excited. Over the years, I have been careful to avoid this kind of thing. I didn't expect to be here with you and I would not bear live."

"It's not just that you are excited when talking about political issues. I think people nowadays are excited when talking about political issues." Yang Rui pushed the bowl and said: "If you want to eat staple food, there are steamed buns. I lost two in the oven, no If you eat a staple food, you should pair it with potatoes. You can also eat meat. It depends on personal preference."

"Just eat meat?" Such an extravagant way of eating was obviously beyond Jing Yulan's expectations.

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He has to run in the morning and exercise with equipment every day, and the energy consumed is not a little bit. Later generations of fitness champions relied on protein powders and the like to supplement their nutrition. Yang Rui had no place to buy these things, nor did he really need to exercise his body like a bodybuilder, so he used a lot of meat to fill it up.

After four or five catties of lamb were cooked, only half of its weight remained. Even if Jing Yulan was not present, Yang Rui would only eat two meals.

Jing Yulan was fierce by Yang Rui's rugged way of eating meat. She also picked up a small spare rib and placed it on her lips. The rich smell of meat mixed with the mellow oil of fat instantly awakened her taste buds.

"It's really good." Jing Yulan appreciated it sincerely, and the speed of putting the chopsticks quietly increased.

The mutton that is fried first and then stuffy is locked in the gravy, so that after it is fully cooked, it is still tender and juicy, and the thin layer of fat is half-stuffed, moisturizing the lean meat of different thicknesses, making the whole meat grade. Both have improved.

Yang Rui ate three bowls of mutton in one breath before slowing down. Under his encouragement, Jing Yulan also ate a bowl full of meat and potatoes, and his whole body was warm.

"I'll do the dishes." Jing Yulan asked actively when Yang Rui had finished eating.

"You are a guest..."

"Guests can also help. Besides~www.NovelMTL.com~ I'm still your teacher, and I can't let you work alone." Jing Yulan took off her coat again, showing her slender figure, and put the dishes away again. Bend down to lift water and washed in the room.

Yang Rui moved her body and looked at Teacher Jing's plump ****, and lost interest in helping.

Think of it as a welfare. The relaxation of the daily welfare of tutors sounds very interesting.

...

The visiting group came and went. As the New Year's Day approached, fewer and fewer people came and more and more people left. The halo hanging over Yang Rui's head in the pre-examination first seemed to have gradually disappeared.

Jing Yulan went back to school and returned the next week.

Zhang Boming was regrouping. Hearing that Jing Yulan had returned to Xibao Middle School, he followed.

Yang Rui couldn't rush, as long as he didn't see him.

Jing Yulan continued to chat with him in English and taught grammar in English by the way.

This is also a compromise that Jing Yulan thought of. The grammar in English is naturally more unclear, but from another aspect, it is more in line with Yang Rui's requirements. He listened as he wanted, and it didn't matter if he didn't understand it. It was enough to wait for Jing Yulan to speak again.

Yang Rui's free time is far beyond Jing Yulan's expectation. The two have spent a lot of time in English, and the relationship has gradually become acquainted.

At the same time, Yang Rui's laboratory was reopened, and his life was flat for two weeks under tension, before being disrupted by phone calls from the UK.

It's time for the WestJet factory to pay dividends at the end of the year.