Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Waiting, there is a letter from your hometown." Mao Qiming roared in the yard with his throat, and waiting for the soldiers poked his head out of the dormitory.

"Bring it up to me." The waiting soldier said in a low voice, and could only barely be heard.

Mao Qiming smiled and said, "Then wait, there is still a new letter to come."

"Forget it, I'll come down and get it." Waiting turned his head and went downstairs.

In the courtyard of the dormitory area, there is a case full of new ones.

All letters sent to the students in the dormitory will be placed here and let the students take it.

For many people, this is an interesting process, just like Taobao.

I am happy to have your letter, but it doesn’t matter if you don’t have it. You can see what letters others can receive, that is, just like Taobao, you don’t have to place an order to be happy.

Of course, those who don’t want to read the letter every day can also get the benefits, because every day there are countless Taobao patrols in front of the case, so once you have a letter from someone you know, you will be called out before you enter the dormitory. come out.

Private messages are not paid much attention, unless the envelope has a beautiful girl's handwriting, the most easily remembered are public letters, such as the long envelope of the "Ministry of Culture", the wide envelope of the "Chinese Academy of Sciences", and " Letters from magazines such as Beijing Daily have also attracted much attention.

This is an age where ideals and reality meet. Literature and science are everyone's dream homes. No matter which one they reach, they are extremely enviable.

Mao Qiming is an ear-reporting **** in the 203 dormitory. With 203 letters, he will roar. If there are no letters, he will look at other people's letters and turn over those letters from different places to make him feel good.

After a while, a basket of new letters was poured onto the case.

The students waiting around, like a tiger coming out of the cage, pounced straight on.

"It's Dong Hao's letter again." Someone took out the largest letter in it, took a look, and then reported it out loud.

"Where is the letter?" Mao Qiming asked curiously as he turned the letter.

"Sichuan Association for Science and Technology. This kid, after graduation, I don't have to worry about it."

"Don't graduate, people can now earn subsidies, 12 yuan a month, for teachers to calculate problems."

"What kind of question?"

"For those things in calculus, every day is like doing homework."

"Humanoid computer." Mao Qiming suddenly thought of Yang Rui's evaluation and said it smoothly.

Someone nearby laughed, and then said: "I have seen Dong Hao do a problem, which is similar to our addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division. It is really similar to a machine."

"I want to be a machine. I don't have a chance." Waiting soldiers stood by and read his letter. Hearing them talk about this, he said, "You don't know if you have heard of it. In the past, many mathematics institutes had calculation tasks. Mathematicians Just like elementary school students, sit in line, then do the questions in batches, and finally get the correct numbers."

"So miserable?"

"What's so miserable? At least I can enter the Institute of Mathematics. There were so many people in the Institute of Mathematics. What counts as a few years." Hou Bing shook his head and said, "Now there are computers. It’s impossible to get to the Institute of Mathematics."

"Don't be discouraged, this university hasn't just begun, maybe you just publish a paper, and let the locals rush to get it." Mao Qiming was very eloquent and comforted.

"I hope." The waiting soldier looked down at his letter again.

"I said, you talked about thesis, I still saw one." The one who digs the deepest is a sophomore, with long and short hair that is equal to the ears, and with artistic temperament, he twists an envelope with **** and said. : "The atmosphere is wrong, should I say it or not?"

Hou Bing smiled brilliantly: "Let's talk, I'm not afraid of blows."

"Dong Hao's letter is from the "Computational Mathematics" magazine." The temperament senior took a breath and said again: "Pinching a thick one, it's not like a rejection letter."

"How thick?" A silent junior brother pushed his glasses and asked calmly.

The temperament senior squeezed again, and said, "It's always as thick as a thumb."

"Sample." Senior Brother Glasses said flatly.

"The sample journal means that the submission has been successful?" The waiting soldier was surprised and said: "If it is true, this will be the earliest paper submitted by our freshmen in the Department of Mathematics."

"Much earlier than you, students submit manuscripts. It usually takes more than two months to review the manuscripts, and sometimes three to four months. So..." The spectacle brother's eyes sputtered with wisdom and quickly calculated the answer: " Dong Hao sent out the contribution letter about a month after school started..."

This answer of 5-4=1 shocked everyone.

Waiting Bing smiled sorrowfully: "People are more popular than others. When we started school for a month, we were still walking around the campus stupidly."

"Dong Hao should be your 83rd freshman. It's one." Senior Brother Glasses dragged an English sentence, left a verse, and drifted away.

"Hey, here is an English letter." A classmate, this time turned out a medium-wide envelope from underneath.

The full mix of English and Pinyin attracted everyone's attention.

The spectacle brother who drifted away, drifted back.

""Biochemical System Ecology"." Brother glasses easily read the English on the cover, and asked: "Who is the pressure?"

"Yang Rui, our dormitory!" Mao Qiming and You Rongyan jumped out.

"How do you know that it is in your dormitory, not in another dormitory. The pinyin of ng can be of many kinds, auspicious Rui and Hua Rui can be used..." The spectacle brother's eyes flashed wisely again.

"It makes sense." The temperament senior brother with long hair agreed.

Mao Qiming looked at the former and then at the latter, and said, "The dormitory number 203 is written on it. Can this still run into the same name?"

"Oh... the glasses are broken, things are always vague!" The glasses brother suddenly furious, took off the glasses with both hands, threw them with one hand, and pulled out the underwear with his left hand, and began to wipe the glasses seriously.

"Yang Rui!" Mao Qiming shouted again.

Hou Bing pouted his lips: "Don't yell, this stuff is not in the dormitory."

"Where? Don't delay for such a big matter. Look at the letters from foreign countries. They are quite thick. Will they also be sample publications?" Mao Qiming greedily read the writing on it, wishing to suppress it. ng becomes.

"Wait for the night." Hou Bing is from the Department of Mathematics. Since he can endure the pressure of Dong Hao, who is the same major, he can also endure the pressure of Yang Rui in the same dormitory, and his performance is extremely calm.

"Then I'll take it back for Yang Rui." Mao Qiming picked up the envelope in an arrogant manner, held it in front of him, and walked back to the dormitory.

Waiting Bing followed. When he was about to leave, he stood still and asked Senior Brother Spectacles: "Brother, which one is better about "Computational Mathematics" or "Biochemical System Ecology"?"

Brother Spectacles stayed for a while, and said: "This is not good for evaluation. After all, there are two journals in two majors. Although one is in English and the other is in Chinese, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, but you can't say it. English journals must be better than Chinese journals, right? That's why the foreigners are fawning on foreigners. Besides, it is hard to be sure whether the two really published papers, right?"

"Then who is the first in the 83rd, it's not easy to say." Mao Qiming turned his head and connected.

"I definitely didn't count." The spectacle brother knew what they meant, and gave up with a hey smile.

Waiting Bing and Mao Qiming returned to the dormitory, naturally attracting a large number of visitors.

The letters sent from abroad are still quite new to these students. Everyone wants to wait for Yang Rui to come and see what's in the envelope.

Waiting left and right, Yang Rui didn't mean to come back at noon.

When class was approaching in the afternoon, Mao Qiming carried a bag and said, "Yes, I will send him to the classroom."

"Go and go together." The roommates, no matter which major they are in, or whether there are classes or not, the spirits of the roommates are very great at this moment.

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