Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Bai Ling knocked on the door of the news room gently.

When the door opened, thick smoke came out first.

"Who are you looking for?" The person who opened the door had dark circles, thin and short, like a Vietnamese refugee running out of a napalm bomb.

"This is the news agency, right?" Bai Ling poked her head, only to see a few tables scattered around in the small smoky room. Half-person-high books, newspapers and documents are piled on the table, and there seems to be no classification.

Several boys squatted behind the messy desks, some were still smoking, and some were writing at the desk, all of them looked decadent.

"Does your news agency have no girls?" Bai Ling fanned her nose with her hand, and the smoky smell made people want to despise it.

"Girl?" The refugee with darkened eyes raised his head and glanced at Bai Ling, his stiff facial nerves suddenly came alive, and said in surprise: "Bai Ling? Bai Ling is right!"

"Do you know me?" Bai Ling looked down at each other in surprise.

"Yes, why don't we know, we met you when we interviewed the freshmen... Hey, how many brothers, do you remember Bai Ling? The girl who danced very well in the biology department came to her door." Comrade refugees were almost positive. Jump up and introduce myself again.

Bai Ling seemed to listen carefully, but actually took two steps back. The door has been open for a long time, not only the smell of smoke, but also the smell of smelly feet gushing out, it is really unstoppable.

Several other boys in the room rushed out, and they were embarrassed to rush to Bai Ling, and one by one they scratched the door frame to look at Bai Ling.

For them, the small room used to live upside down day and night is probably a safe zone.

Bai Ling looked at them unconsciously and compared them with Yang Rui.

Compared with ordinary boys, boys in news agencies are actually a higher-end breed. First of all, they are the most popular literary boys now, with outstanding temperament—no matter what temperament they are, at least they are different, and they have more or less achievements. Secondly, the boys in the news agency have a strong heart. This is where they are stronger than ordinary literary boys. No matter how the society changes, the crying boys are always unwelcome.

However, the news agency boys who are better than ordinary boys and even better than ordinary literary boys have no advantage at all compared to Yang Rui.

In Bai Ling’s memory, Yang Rui was either a gentleman or a gentleman, but he didn’t look at his face. Yang Rui’s accomplishments and style of work, as well as his neat clothes and clean appearance, are also extremely difficult for classmates and boys. Yes, if you look at your face... it would be too bullying.

Every time Bai Ling looked at Yang Rui, Bai Ling would have all sorts of strange feelings of wanting to get close to him. It was a pure attraction.

Comparing Yang Rui with other boys is almost like two kinds of creatures.

"Hey...Bai Ling, are you looking for something to do with us?" The boy who was scratching the door frame wouldn't touch up either, and asked with no nutrition.

Bai Ling frowned and said, "Can we talk elsewhere, here you are..."

Without him having to finish, the boys blamed each other by pushing and shoving me:

"The old yellow socks are too stinky. I'll just wash them. You can hang the radiator to dry. Does it taste good?"

"You came back from dinner yesterday, didn't you wash the bowl?"

"Can socks compare with leftovers?"

"Once you put the leftovers in rotten food, it smells much worse than my socks!"

"I just let it go rotten once, okay, I usually finish it!"

"You don't wash your sneakers, but you also like to put them on the windowsill. Every time the wind blows in, the smell, tut..."

"It looks like you washed your sneakers? The smell of sneakers in your dormitory, I won't talk about it. Hey, Lao Huang, can you play once a month? Get a sneaker to dry in the dormitory every day, making everyone smelly? "

"Our dorm tradition is like this, you have to be in a group, right?"

The chatter of the boys is smelt.

Bai Ling had to take a step back and whispered: "Let's go to the front yard."

The news agency is a student organization. No matter how good the treatment is, it can only be used for bungalows, and there is no yard for sex. There is a vacant lot just ahead. There are vacant lots everywhere in the current campus, which is not rare.

Several boys pushed, shoved, shouldered and put back behind Bai Ling, and the relationship was restored to harmony.

"I want to provide you with news materials." Bai Ling is no longer wordy. The few boys like this really broke her good impression of journalists.

Several boys do stances sitting in a tight-knit manner at the same time.

Bai Ling told the story of the "most revolutionary masses" in a few words, and said: "What do you think of this material?"

"It's interesting, but..." One boy spoke, but several boys stopped speaking.

Obviously, Bai Ling's topic is still somewhat sensitive. Although students often deliberately touch sensitive topics, the school newspaper is different.

Bai Ling snorted ironically, and said, "You are not journalists."

How could boys stand the contempt of girls, and immediately some classmates raised their heads and asked: "Why not?"

"Journalists can be afraid, but they should not be afraid; journalists can mock the reality, but they should not escape reality; journalists can choose the direction of attention, but they should not bow their heads. You are not journalists!" Bai Ling talked brightly, fighting strength Burst table.

"We are not afraid, let alone escape. It's just that you choose the topic and there is no need to publish it." Some of the boys stood up and argued.

"How come there is no need to publish? Isn't this a hot news in the last few days? Or is there something more important happening in our school recently? Is the vice principal cordially sympathizing with the cafeteria cadres?"

"Look at what you said." The boy standing in the middle was embarrassed and said: "It's difficult to find the right entry point for this topic."

"I wrote a press release. Look at the entry point." Bai Ling said as she took out the manuscript she had prepared.

A few boys were upset and unhappy, but they were so well prepared, they still got together and looked at each other with their heads together.

Beautiful girls are always easier to get what they want. At the very least, they are willing to give you a 30-second opportunity to introduce yourself. If you meet a single man or a married man, people can't wait to come out in 30 seconds to get to know you specifically...

The students in the school should be more shy, which gives beautiful girls more room to play.

Although Bai Ling didn't know how many techniques and methods, she also asked a few boys to discuss it quietly.

Of course, she also wrote a good manuscript.

"I think it can be used by changing a few points." The refugee boy nodded silently.

"Then change it." Bai Ling's tone quickly became cheerful.

Infected by her, a few boys met and revised them on the spot.

For them, changing the essay is an extremely simple matter. In a while, an article entitled "Three Questions to the Most Revolutionary Masses" will be published.

Bai Ling read it carefully, nodded in satisfaction, and smiled: "Just published it in the school newspaper for the revolutionary masses to take a look."

Several boys seemed to feel that they had made a full contribution, and they all smiled and prepared to go to print matters.

The biggest hardware configuration of the school’s news agency is the printing equipment. The students print themselves, not to mention how much money they save, but it is a lot of convenience in itself.

In the early morning of the next day, the front page of the school newspaper was "Three Questions to the Most Revolutionary Masses".

As a school publication, this kind of school newspaper that is published irregularly can still arouse students' discussion.

In this age of reflection, criticizing big-character posters is also a political correctness.

After Dean Liu, Academician Cai and other teachers of the Department of Biology, after getting the school newspaper, they spread it intentionally or unintentionally.

They can't give Yang Rui a place to go abroad, nor can they give Yang Rui a place to speak, but it's not that they are unwilling to give it, but objective conditions do not allow it.

Compared with the constraints of the departments, the school obviously has a lot to offer. Academician Cai and others are all interested in helping Yang Rui.

After all, even if the article does not specify the Department of Biology of Peking University, Yang Rui is from the Department of Biology of Peking University after all.

At that time, when it comes to how many papers have been published by students of the Department of Biology of Peking University, this paper can also be included.

If it really becomes an article in the journal Nature, the department will also benefit a lot.

At the same time ~www.NovelMTL.com~Yang Rui also wrote an instruction for the modified instrument in English.

The previous prototype product can only be called an experimental instrument, but after professional improvement, this thing is a real instrument, and it has a certain use value. It doesn’t need to be the same as before. It has to be trained for a period of time in order to be unstable. The state uses it.

As an applied technology, this is a very significant improvement.

It's like a hammer becomes an axe.

Yang Rui sent this instruction to as many foreign friends as he could think of.

Some people have already received a letter from Yang Rui, and Yang Rui doesn't care about it. This is an important moment for the conquest of the gods. Every bit of power must be gathered. If the conquest of the gods succeeds, a little disgust will only turn into a beautiful legend.

And if it fails to confer with the gods and just silently announces the achievements, Yang Rui will only gain more disgust in the future.

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