Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

early morning.

The gentle breeze blowing on the body was extremely comfortable.

Xiao Baifang turned over, holding the pillow in his hand, and wanted to sleep for a while...but the pillow was so rough.

Xiao Baiya was shocked, and immediately opened his eyes, and saw a strange wooden wall, white ceiling and crystal lamp...

"Where am I?" Xiao Baiya sat up fiercely, and then lifted the quilt in surprise.

Fortunately, the clothes are there.

Thinking of this, Xiao Baiya couldn't help frowning, always feeling that something was wrong.

"Big sister, you woke up." A shout quickly attracted a whole room of people.

"Big sister is awake?"

"Finally woke up."

"It's so serious to be drunk."

"How much did she drink?"

"Half a cup."

"Oh my God, she drank a small cup last time, but almost demolished the lecture hall."

"I mean half a cup without water."

Xiao Baiya frowned, lifted the quilt, stood up, and said: "We are all standing, what are you whispering?"

A group of people rushing into the room heard familiar voices, and stood upright one by one.

"Who tells me about the situation, I forgot." For a half cup of white wine, he gave the little white tooth a piece of it.

Fortunately, everyone knows the big sister's problem. The girl who entered the door first happily raised her hand and said, "For me, for me."

Xiao Baiya turned his head.

"Wait for me." The girl suddenly patted her head and rushed out of the room. After a while, she came back with a drawing board and said with a smile on her face: "I guess you can't remember it, so I drew it specially. It's..."

Everyone looked at it with dumbfounded expressions, and the drawing board was indeed a stick figure.

"Sister Xiaobai, you were drunk last night, just like that, hanging on Yang Rui's shoulder... We have no choice but to bring you back, or what else... I and Xiaomin are carrying you, heavy He died, and later moved to my house..."

In a few simple words, she was stunned to draw four pictures.

Little White Fang gradually came back to her senses, and inexplicably a word came up in her mind-"Take me home".

Xiao Baifang's cheeks turned red in an instant.

"What happened to me at that time." Xiao Baiya recalled yesterday's scene.

Fortunately, her voice was small enough that it should not have been heard by other people. As for being heard by Yang Rui, she heard it as soon as she heard it.

Xiao Baiya was unpredictable.

It was because the voice was too low yesterday, so Yang Rui couldn't bring herself home.

Xiao Baiya thought to himself.

If a girl gets drunk and is taken back by a boy, it will be on the news, and the person may go to jail for a lifetime.

It's just that, do you want to see Yang Rui next?

What if he asks to simulate it again?

Little White Fang's cheeks turned red when he thought of this.

"I'm all right, let's go back." Xiao Baiya suddenly stood up and gave orders with an aura.

"Today is the weekend, and I have nothing to do when I go back." A group of people are not happy anymore. Yesterday's party didn't make much noise. Going back in the daytime, it was abandoned for a weekend.

Xiao Baiya opened his eyes and said in a voice that hates iron and steel, and said, "Can't you learn if you have nothing to do? Have you figured out fluid mechanics? Have you done today's 100 differential equations? Xiaomin, Don't hide, the music department will practice piano every day, and you will squat here today and memorize the score..."

Xiaomin started to listen and grinned, but after hearing that, she found that she could stay and was happy again.

Xiao Baiya has a peculiar charm, or aura, that makes other people willing to play around him. Xiaomin is such a member.

The boys were all rushed back to class by Xiaobaiya. Xiaobaiya left a few girls and wanted to try to talk to them about their mood issues.

At this time, a boy turned his head cautiously and asked: "Big sister, what about flagpoles?"

"Send it back."

"Oh."

The attached flagpole was lost and recovered, but when the flag was raised, the flagpole seemed a bit crooked.

...

Yang Rui spent the weekend restlessly, and on Monday, it was unavoidable that he lacked enough sleep.

This thought continued until he met Dean Liu.

If one word is to be used to describe Dean Liu, it is quite appropriate to describe withered.

I saw Dean Liu's two bird's nests were sunken and black, his hair was messy and sparse, and his coat was crumpled into a ball, and even some of them were dirty.

"Are you going out to dig trenches?" Yang Rui was shocked when he saw Dean Liu like this.

"I'm old, it's like this if I haven't slept for two days." Dean Liu sighed, slowly taking off his coat like an old man basking in the sun, and hung it on Yang Rui's office clothes.

Yang Rui wakes up a bit, but still asks: "Why didn't you sleep?"

"We need to prepare for what you want." Dean Liu said unhappily: "We quarreled all night without arguing results, so we had to continue arguing the next day."

Dean Liu's expression was unbearable, it was an expression of emotion and despair.

"Now it's arguing?"

"If there is a quarrel, if you can't make a noise, I won't be able to come." Dean Liu said: "The principal group has a closed-door meeting. If you can't come up with a plan, no people will go out.

Yang Rui was a little funny, but he didn't feel sympathy, so he curled his lips and said, "Dare to lock you up, and it will take me two days to give me 10 professorships."

"That's not a question of arguing whether to give you or not. It's a question of who let it out." Dean Liu sighed and said, "You don't want to think about it. Ten of them will have to be taken out in the second half of this year. There are more departments, and other faculties don’t have to have quotas too. This must not be the brains of pigs..."

"If that's the case, I can't ask for a place." Yang Rui heard Dean Liu say this, knowing that they did not follow their own ideas, and refused without hesitation: "You are trying to block my way. , I won’t want these 10 professors.”

Dean Liu was stunned for a while, and it took a long while to shake his lips, and pointed to his black eye sockets and said: "Dare to love me for two nights, is it for nothing?"

"I have said that if you want to solve it systematically, you have to find a way for me to find a new quota to come back. I don't want it from the internal co-ordination."

"If you don't want it, you have to." Dean Liu rarely raised his voice, and said on the verge of an explosion: "Now that the Physics Department and the Chemistry Department have all given up their places, how can you do it? If you don't want it, it will become our biology department. Are you bullying?"

"Didn't you just use me to press people? I don't borrow this reputation." Yang Rui said very bluntly, and raised his warning level, saying: "If you insist on giving it to the ion channel laboratory, it will force me to resign. ."

If you have resigned, there is no room for change.

Dean Liu sighed heavily, and then said after a long time: "I know you have concerns, but first get the benefits before you talk about it. I didn’t say that you have 10 professors’ titles, or if you open another research institute alone, you will also approve them. If you don’t come out, the professor is not Chinese cabbage."

Although some professors are not even worthy of Chinese cabbage, the professor's title itself can grow cabbage.

Yang Ruiwu shook his head and said, "I don't know the titles of 10 professors. Peking University can't get them. I just want to do something else. I can't let people pierce my spine."

Ordinary associate professors, it is difficult to judge a professor's title, not to mention how long it takes to achieve those hard conditions, that is, the quota will cause people to be stuck. For example, in some departments, there are a total of 12 professors, so you have to wait for one to retire before you can get one. And in the process of waiting, how many people have made achievements and gained experience?

If this phenomenon is not particularly serious in local universities, it is quite difficult to evaluate professors in key universities. It is not the case that the conditions are particularly rigid. Generally speaking, they will not be given until the age of fifty. The reason for this is that there are five A ten-year-old professor can give up his quota in just 10 years. If it is given to a 35-year-old young man, he can survive for as long as 25 years.

In fact, it is not only China, but also foreign lecture professors. For example, Kant, the three philosophers rushing together, wanted a professor of philosophy but couldn't. It was only at the age of 46 that Kant got the title of professor of logic and metaphysics at the University of Königsberg. Therefore, for the next ten years, Kant didn't publish a word, and he went to study with great concentration. In the end, he really made him a critical throne.

The titles of Chinese universities in the 1980s are rarer than those of later generations. This is mainly due to two aspects of squeezing. On the one hand, the professors who have returned to the city have resumed their duties. If they want to continue to exert their light and heat, they must continue to occupy their due position. On the other hand, students studying abroad have gradually returned. Early international students who went out in 1982 and short-term international students who went out in 1984 and 1985 have embarked on a broad road to serve the motherland. Among them, the more qualified ones will naturally. Get high-level titles.

For example, a turtle with a higher degree such as Wei Xingsi, who occupies the position of a professor, no one can make a mistake, because they can get a similar position when they stay abroad.

Under all kinds of contradictions, the middle-level researchers are the most injured.

Their political abilities are weak, and their academic abilities are also weak. They have to be ranked according to seniority. If they are unlucky, they will be cut into the queue one after another so that they will not be able to get a senior professional title in retirement.

Yang Rui is not willing to infringe on the interests of these people.

It's not that his heart has softened. From Yang Rui’s point of view, if it is the scientific research world, it does not matter whether researchers who are promoted by seniority ranking can survive or how they live. They are nothing more than high-level labor and do not pollute high-level positions. That's where the value lies.

However, the university is not a mere research institution, it also shoulders the educational function, and this part can only be undertaken by the middle-level teachers.

Top scholars like Yang Rui are so busy with their scientific research that there is no time to supervise ordinary students.

In the end, the regular education that ordinary students can get is provided by middle-level teachers.

For the sake of a few names and grab their honor, Yang Rui is not enough.

This gift must be brought out by someone above it.

Dean Liu actually knew Yang Rui's idea a long time ago~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but this is not what he can do. After thinking about it, he said, "Yang Rui, your request must be embarrassing."

"I have more than one request. They are often embarrassed." Yang Rui didn't care.

"If you really decide, I will help you with the Ministry of Education, but you can figure it out. If there is more here, there will be less. Don't blame the allocated funds at that time." Dean Liu thought Put Yang Rui into the army.

Yang Rui sneered and said: "I'm just afraid that the merits will be overwhelming. They can't provide funds. To be honest, I don't like the funds of the ministries and commissions."

As a researcher, what is the highest level of credit?

According to Dean Liu, only if he gets the Nobel Prize.

So, can Yang Rui get the Nobel Prize?

Dean Liu looked at Yang Rui, and he couldn't explain clearly in a mess—Can Yang Rui really do this?

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(End of this chapter)