Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

After a few days, Li Rong can finally say goodbye to rice porridge and eat some meat.

He ate two boiled shrimps dipped in sauce, and even had the urge to be grateful.

When he can add protein at will, the muscles will be easily restored.

dong dong.

The door rang several times.

Li Rong didn't pay attention to it at first, because these days, there are many people who sneak to his door to scribble and throw dirty things.

In fact, he doesn't care, it's just that he has worked hard on the property in the community, and every time he has to say something derogatory to his parents, he has to spend time and effort cleaning it for him.

After all, the outside of the gate is considered a public area, and hygiene is not his business.

It wasn't until there were knocks on the door that Li Rong realized that someone was really looking for him.

For a moment, he thought about whether the emotional mob was looking for someone to beat him, then whether he could beat him, and run away if it was too late.

Later, when I recalled it, it seemed that I had never encountered such a situation in my previous life.

Li Rong wiped his fingers stained with shrimp juice, walked to the gate, and opened it.

What appeared at the door was a face that he was familiar with in the future but that he didn't know now.

Li Baishou has a high status in Hongsuo Research Institute, but he is often complained by students privately that his name is not worthy of the name.

When Li Rong was first recruited into Hongsuo, Li Baishou often made him stumbling, and later he joined Jiang Weide's team, and the situation was better.

Li Rong smiled inexplicably: "You are?"

Li Bai has a few undyed white hairs on the back of his ears, and the bristles are quite abrupt.

He had a kind face and a sad tone: "Li Rong, I've grown up so much, I'm your father's colleague, and I was in the same experimental group as him."

Li Rong nodded thoughtfully, raised his foot and kicked the slippers placed at the door, and the slippers rolled unsteadily to Li Baishou.

"Come in and sit?"

In Hongsuo, Li Baishou's title was one level higher than Li Rong's, but that was before, and after the results of the GT201 experiment came out, everything would be different.

It's a pity that Li Rong died before clicking on the email, and he hadn't had time to accept the promotion.

Seeing Li Rong's rude actions, Li Baishou frowned in disgust, but he still held on to the porch and twisted his knees to put on the slippers.

"Uncle was also very sad when he heard about your father. After finally accepting inquiries from the investigation team these days, he took the time to visit you. My son, you have to be strong."

While walking into the room, Li Baishou comforted Li Rong earnestly, until he saw the boiled prawns, steamed mandarin fish and meat floss egg rolls on the dining table, and even a bottle of sentimental red wine was placed in the middle of the dining table.

The red wine was missing a bit, and the goblet was stained with some wine stains. It was obvious that the person involved was enjoying a meal and even drank a small glass of red wine leisurely.

Li Baishou: "..."

His consolation seemed a little feeble.

Li Rong pulled out the chair, sat down carelessly, picked up a shrimp, and slowly peeled off the head of the shrimp. He paused, looked up at Li Baishou, and asked naively: "Can you sit down and eat something too?" ?”

Li Baishou smirked: "No need, I've eaten. Uncle is relieved to see that you are recovering well. Before, your father always told me that you are cold-tempered and strong, and you are bored in everything." .”

Li Rong carried the tender and plump prawn meat, dipped it in the fragrant sauce: "You're right, I am the same now."

Li Baishou: "..."

Qing Leng didn't notice it, but the heartless and heartless was exceptionally good.

Li Rong spread two fingers covered with soup, hooked the red wine glass with his little finger and ring finger, took a sip, felt the clear and mellow alcohol slide into his throat, and licked his lips comfortably.

"Actually, I have a bad stomach. I should drink some cooked Pu to nourish my stomach, but red wine should be paired with seafood, right?"

Li Baishou smirked twice: "I don't know, I don't drink too much, and we experimenters, drinking too much will cause trouble."

As if he didn't hear his last explanation, Li Rong bowed his mouth into an 'O' shape suddenly: "You only drink Moutai, right?"

It must be Moutai with a certain age, and it is not uncommon to buy the young ones.

The muscles on Li Baishou's face twitched twice, and his smile couldn't hold back.

"Xiao Li, I came here this time because of your father's business. A project I worked on together with your father has been put on hold. The investigation team has taken away all the materials in his office and sealed it up. But the project is your father's painstaking effort after all. , can’t be taken to the grave together, I want to ask, did Lao Li leave a hard drive at home?”

Li Rong raised his eyes, his pupils shrunk, and his gaze was slightly cold.

But the coldness just passed by in a flash, as if it had never existed in a trance.

Li Rong asked suspiciously: "Didn't you work on the project with my father, and you don't know that he is old-fashioned and prefers to write manuscripts?"

Li Baishou froze for a moment, then narrowed his eyes with a smile: "He mentioned it, so do you know where your father's manuscripts are?"

Li Rong leaned against the chair, the red wine glass was dry, and the shrimp juice in his hand was sliding down the skin, all the way to the wrist bone.

"The people from the court came to check it out, and it was a mess. What kind of manuscript are you talking about?"

Li Baishou hesitated.

He looked at Li Rong again, looked at his bewildered and ignorant face, felt relieved, looked at his hands stained with soup, felt relieved, and then looked at this heartless and shattered appearance, Li Baishou was completely relieved.

Li Qingli would praise Li Rong in private, saying that his son was extremely talented, intelligent and calm, extremely sensitive to science, and would be a good material for research in the future.

Now it seems that Wang Po is just selling melons and boasting.

Li Baishou: "I don't know if your father mentioned some information about CAR-T optimization and CRS weakening at home. He...we put forward a hypothesis."

Li Rong was slightly in a daze, the bright yellow chandelier shone from top to bottom, the light seemed to be concentrated on him, when he lowered his eyes, the surroundings dimmed a bit.

"This one."

He hadn't learned these things in his last life. He didn't understand what Li Baishou said. In fact, he didn't listen carefully. Many years later, he went to the Hongsuo Research Institute and knew Li Baishou. What papers the professor has published and what research he has done, he knows how much this hypothesis about CAR-T optimization will help Li Baishou's career development.

But at that time, he only vaguely felt that this hypothesis was very familiar, as if he had heard someone talk about it long ago, but he couldn't remember how to talk about it, and the specific details of the talk.

Simply put, the concept of this hypothesis is very advanced, and even the technology six years later cannot be fully realized, so Li Baishou's research is stuck there, not embarrassed or embarrassed.

Li Rong tilted his head and smiled a little coldly: "Since it is a hypothesis put forward by you together, you should also have the information my father has. My house is too messy, and it is difficult to find it."

Li Baishou looked around at the house with two broken windows, and felt that it was a mess and lifeless. The most gratifying thing was that, looking at Li Rong, he seemed to have no idea of ​​the value of this hypothesis.

That's right, Li Rong is just a high school student, maybe those manuscripts have been taken away by the people of the court, or destroyed as garbage. Li took out Li Qingli's hard drive.

"It's okay, then uncle won't bother you. You're fine, and Lao Li can rest assured." Li Baishou came over, patted Li Rong's shoulder heavily, and squeezed the slightly slack eyes behind the glasses. smile.

"My father will be at ease." Li Rong looked from the bloated hand on his shoulder all the way to Li Baishou's face, and he smiled slightly, appearing harmless to humans and animals.

After Li Baishou left, Li Rong rushed into the bathroom and washed away all the shrimp juice sticking to his hands. Afraid of contaminating the smell, he rubbed it with soap several times to make sure that the manuscript would not be contaminated, and then wiped the water off his fingers. Wipe it all clean.

Li Rong back then did not understand what CAR-T and CRS were, but now Li Rong knows it all too well.

With a flashlight in his mouth, he pushed open the study room that had been blocked for nearly two weeks, and the incandescent lamps were out of order. Among the mess that had been rummaged and stuffed back indiscriminately, he found several opened kraft paper bags containing Li Qingli's Tutu painting manuscript.

Those professional terms, English letters, abbreviations, cell structures, and protein models are piled up in a mess, deleted, deleted, modified, written to the point, and happy to draw a piggy face of Biye, if it is 17-year-old Li From the perspective of content, it is simply a mass of waste paper.

And 23-year-old Li Rong held a flashlight, sat cross-legged on the floor of the dusty study, and read the manuscript from beginning to end, with trembling teeth and scarlet eyes.

Li Baishou's upcoming thesis, the theories and hypotheses used to obtain rewards, are completely complete, and they are the results that Li Qingli has already proposed.

It's just that this achievement was sealed in an inconspicuous cardboard box with Li Qingli's death. On the day Li Rong had to move out, it was treated as waste paper and left casually in an unknown trash can.

Li Rong rubbed his eyes, patted the ashes on his trousers and stood up, only to realize that he was so stupid that he forgot to take the manuscript out to read.

"I'm much better than Cui Mingyang. My father writes papers for his son, but I have to write for my own father."

He muttered, and dragging his two numb legs, he wobbled into the living room.

The wind was strong at night, and the two smashed windows whined through the wind. In autumn, the temperature difference between day and night was large, and the wind was stronger than during the day.

Li Rong happened to pass by the wind, and was shivered by the blow. He went to the dining table and saw that the shrimp, fish, and egg rolls were all completely cold.

"It's really cold." Li Rong glanced regretfully at the unfinished prawns, and hurried back to the bedroom with arms folded.

It is true that the glass problem needs to be solved, and it seems that the temperature will cool down in a few days, but he has no extra money.

Li Rong wrapped the quilt tightly, thought for a moment, and picked up the phone.

[Li Rong: Cen Wei, you will be like the day after tomorrow, do you need to come to my house to sharpen your guns, and you will receive paid counseling. 】

Of course he knew that Cen Xiao didn't need tutoring, and those unseen achievements in the past were all intentional by Cen Xiao.

[Cen Wei: No. 】

Li Rong guessed that he would refuse. At this time, Cen Wei was still fledgling, and he was very restrained in doing things.

But Li Rong was not in a hurry.

Li Rong ran into the class group.

[Li Rong: @All members, the day after tomorrow, do you want to come to my house to sharpen your guns? Paid tutoring, all comers are welcome. 】

【Cui Mingyang: ...】

[He Lu: This... the squad leader's account has been hacked? 】

[Tang Ran: Get a new idea to make a fortune. 】

[Simplified: ... the head teacher seems to be in this group. 】

【Lin Qin: Can I do it?I'm not very good in every subject, but I can afford the money! 】

Half a minute later, Li Rong received Cen Xiao's private message as he wished.

[Cen Wei: . 】

Li Rong smiled, couldn't help sniffing, stuffed his chin into the quilt, and remembered to report back to the class group.

[Li Rong: @All Members has been snapped up for 1V1 tutoring, see you later. 】

【Cui Mingyang: ...】

[Re: Who is such an idiot? 】

【Lin Qin: Ah!It's a pity that I haven't had time to ask my parents for leave. 】

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Cen Wei: Can I go crazy?