Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Why use the magnificent wave to describe it? What do you mean?" Zhao Lei touched the nail a few times, and actually didn't want to do this interview anymore, but the constantly emerging materials made her unable to keep tracking.

Xu Zhengping spread out the "New Moon Summary" and said: "Yang Rui's paper is the most cited paper in this issue. Looking at the total number of papers in the previous issues, it is estimated that it is also ranked high. Isn't this magnificent?"

"This... I am afraid that ordinary viewers can't understand it." The photographer behind Zhao Lei put down his things and rested, and her speaking style also changed slightly.

Yang Rui took the "New Moon Summary" from Xu Zhengping and asked as he watched it, "What do ordinary viewers understand? Understand Goldbach's conjecture as one plus one equals two?"

"Isn't it good to explain Goldbach's conjecture to the public?" Zhao Lei frowned.

"The problem is that the mass media did not explain Goldbach's conjecture, they just constructed their own Goldbach. What does one plus one equal two have to do with Goldbach's conjecture?" Yang Rui curled his lips and said: "Goldbach conjecture said The numbers are prime and even."

"It's a bit too difficult for the public to understand prime numbers."

"You too underestimate the public. Marxism-Leninism is so thick. Everyone can say so well, explaining what prime numbers are and how much time can it take."

Zhao Lei was more keen than Yang Rui thought. He caught Yang Rui's complaint and asked: "You think the public should spend their time studying Marxism-Leninism on studying mathematics, right?"

Yang Rui just wanted to speak, but he heard Dean Liu coughing violently next to him. The latter slapped haha ​​and said, "It's time for inadvertent attention. Let's go to dinner first. Yang Rui, are you going with us?"

Yang Rui also realized that it was not necessary to talk about Marxism-Leninism. The thinking in the 1980s was indeed extremely open, and many topics were allowed to be discussed. However, allowing discussion and not allowing discussion were also being discussed. As a college student, he should not love to fall into it.

Zhao Lei was a little disappointed, but Yang Rui seemed to be unable to squeeze out the oil. She thought about it, and suddenly said, "Can I go to Yang Rui's laboratory? It's best to take another scene of him wearing his lab coat."

"Of course, that's okay." Dean Liu is always good at propaganda.

Yang Rui had to accompany Zhao Lei all the way to the laboratory.

The photographer trailed behind the two, the camera turned on and off from time to time, recording some scenes and simple conversations.

The students on the road are naturally curious. However, Peking University does not lack the attention of the mainstream media. Although cameras and the like are rare, they are never seen before. Most students are still very reserved and have not formed an onlooker.

However, when approaching the laboratory building, I saw a student standing on the side of the road, holding a thread-bound book and wearing a robe, singing indulgently:

Spring, spring, the season of love;

How heavy your coming is to me,

In my heart, in my blood,

What a painful stranger

...

"Pushkin's "Spring"." Zhao Lei heard it all at once, and responded softly: "All the carnivals and all the spring light will only inject boredom and depression into my heart..."

The photographer dutifully picked up the camera and asked, "Do you want to record it?"

"No, no one likes to read poetry recitations anymore." Zhao Lei continued to move forward and asked Yang Rui: "I forgot to ask what are your hobbies. What do you like to do?"

The passionate students standing on the side of the road saw the photographer pick up the camera at the moment, the whole heart was plunged into ecstasy, the high-pitched recitation even brought a vibrato.

However, the photographer quickly put down the camera.

At that moment, the heart of the student who indulged in recitation of poetry almost collapsed, and the high-pitched recitation gradually became lower and lowered and replaced with a new poem: "How stubborn is our heart! It feels distressed again, not long ago I begged you to deceive the love in my heart..."

Yang Rui turned his head to look at Zhao Lei, and said with a smile: "People are so hard to grab the camera, so you won't give comfort."

"If you answer my three questions well, I will give him a three-minute shot." Zhao Lei's eyes are shining. She has seen too many students chasing the camera in the United States, and she doesn't think it is enough to grab the camera. Hard work.

Yang Rui shook his head unexpectedly, and said, "Let him continue to be depressed. Maybe he can write a few poems."

"Only those who are depressed can make indulgent poems." Xu Zhengping made a stab. After standing on the same line with Yang Rui, he changed the subject and asked: "Yang Rui, where did you make the plasma surface resonance two days ago? Up?"

Zhao Lei immediately raised her paw and bent forward twice, like a lucky cat.

The cameraman picked up the camera and started taking pictures at Yang Rui.

This kind of content was normal. Yang Rui adjusted his expression a little, and said: "The laboratory part is basically finished, and the data is sent to the computer department."

Xu Zhengping said with an "Oh", "Then it will take several days for the results to come?"

It seems that he has been tortured by the computer.

Yang Rui said: "Just take advantage of this time to write the paper."

"So fast?"

"Plasma surface resonance is inherently simple. It will be faster if you have special equipment." When you have special equipment in the future, plasma surface resonance does not need to write a paper. It may be just a step in a paper, like a water bath. It's as simple as a pot or a centrifuge.

Xu Zhengping nodded slightly. Of course, he knew that with special equipment, such technical papers would be worthless. The problem is that such technical papers are still valuable now.

It is worth at least 3 impact factors.

Xu Zhengping's calculation was a little moved. On average, he can write two papers a year, plus the signed papers completed in the laboratory, generally within five. Among them, his own papers can often get more than a dozen impact factors, and the remaining three papers may add up to five or six. In other words, under normal circumstances, Xu Zhengping can get 20 impact factors a year.

Of course, every three to five years, Xu Zhengping occasionally writes great papers, or papers that are popular in the academic market, and get dozens of impact factors at one go, but that is nothing. Xu Zhengping has never encountered such a good thing, and he is not sure about the results of the next two years.

As an associate professor, Xu Zhengping still has a long way to go, and his thirst for papers is far more eager than younger lecturers and older professors.

Thinking that Yang Rui got 11 impact factors in a blink of an eye~www.NovelMTL.com~ and it is a paper on cell impact factors, then look at this paper now...

After studying it carefully, Xu Zhengping also envied Yang Rui's current thesis even more. Publishing papers to top journals at the "cell" level is a matter of chance, and the time, energy and money required are also top-notch, so it is only natural to obtain more impact factors in the end, such as Yang Rui’s paper, which breaks the hundreds Normally, breaking two hundred is not difficult, perhaps breaking 300 is not surprising.

But the cost of a plasmonic surface resonance paper is only how much, and it is too easy to get a few impact factors so easily.

"You did it alone?" Xu Zhengping asked curiously.

"There are a few students who are helping, so it's the second author."

"student?"

"Most juniors are students. Those who are more involved are signed." Yang Rui deliberately tempted Xu Zhengping.

Xu Zhengping did not hesitate to be tempted, and repeated: "The ones with a high degree of participation have their signatures..."

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