Except for a few reporters, almost everyone likes Yang Rui today.

The mass media even wanted to promote Yang Rui to the sky.

Just like the Japanese in Japanese dramas, they always like a protagonist who does not follow the ordinary path. Swedes who are rigorous and reserved by nature actually like characters who do not follow the ordinary path.

What civilian princess, aristocratic rockers, are often darlings of Swedish and Nordic media.

However, what is very interesting is that the protagonists who are popular with the public always have certain identity advantages.

If you are not a princess, you are naturally a civilian. Everyone is a civilian. What’s there to say? If you are not a noble, so what if you are not a rock or not?

Compared with princesses and nobles, the Nobel Prize is naturally more prominent.

They are all modern society. Blood-related aristocrats sound high-end, but they are not really high-end. The Nobel Prize represents scientific aristocrats, and they are also the top scientific aristocrats in mankind. Such an identity is not only popular with the media, but also by ordinary people.

Anyone who works hard and studies hard seems to have a day to become a Nobel Prize winner.

At least, such fantasies can exist.

Of course, ordinary people don’t think so much. For example, in places like Sweden, when people look at Nobel Prizes, just like Americans look at sports stars, sometimes, the whole family is Nobel Prize fans, and they work hard to collect various Nobel Prize-equipped things every year.

Going to a Nobel Prize coffee shop for a cup of coffee, going to the Nobel Suite for a night, and getting pregnant with a Nobel baby can be regarded as a reserved project in Stockholm.

Many Swedish countrymen—in other words, rich Swedish people—are often too lazy to go to Stockholm for a long time, and the season when they are willing to go to Stockholm is often the season when there is Nobel activities.

At this moment, Yang Rui appeared in the parade, just as Wuchang rice fell into the rat's nest.

The Viking man carrying him was like carrying Tang Monk's flesh, almost showing off his luck.

The bright color of the flash has hardly stopped.

After finally reaching the middle of the parade, you can see the streets full of all kinds of food and wine.

"I'll give you a few more minutes, so let's not take pictures, okay? I'm hungry." Yang Rui, who had a full drink, shouted slogans with the parade for a long time, but his IQ was not very large enough. He said whatever he thought of, and even whispered his neck to the reporters.

The reporters who could squeeze in were actually very tired, and there were not many films in their pockets. Seeing this, they nodded and discussed with each other for a few words. Someone said, "Professor Yang, can you put in a few poses for us to shoot?"

"It can't be too shameful." Yang Rui said Chinese, and a young man next to him translated it.

The translation provided by the embassy has long been lost. Fortunately, in Sweden, the most important thing is translation. Even if it is known as difficult Chinese, there is always a free and easy Swedish guy who is willing to challenge it.

Now that it can play a role, the young man is happier than the reporters around him.

The reporters didn't understand what being too shameful means, so they were smart, asking: "What being too shameful means is? Can you perform it for us?"

"Yeah...it's..." Yang Rui was about to gesture, but suddenly he felt a little awake and said, "You want me to do the pose first, and I will choose what I can do."

People around him burst into laughter.

The Chinese guy looked at Yang Rui with the admiration of his eyes when he looked at the Terracotta Warriors and Horses, and praised: "The Nobel Prize winners have higher IQs than reporters when they are drunk."

The attacks on this sentence were too wide and immediately attracted the glaring eyes of a bunch of reporters.

However, what's the use?

Yang Rui swayed and posed a few random poses, asked the reporters to take photos, and then started stuffing things into his stomach, not caring about the next dinner.

The people around were even happier. In the past, the Nobel Prize winners were young in their fifties and sixties. Occasionally, they were shocked to meet a person in their forties. However, in terms of appearance, appetite, and people-friendly attributes, they cannot be compared with Yang Rui at all.

From Germany to Denmark, anyone who can eat a big elbow and drink two bottles of beer at one meal is good friends.

If one more red sausage can be killed, it will be the people's good friend.

The Swedes are better than the Danes, and they talk about order.

This is true even for a parade.

Seeing that the dinner was about to begin, the people spontaneously carried Yang Rui, who was full of wine and food, and sent him back to the concert hall.

The entire street outside the concert hall was like a concert scene of a world superstar. Everyone was relaying to push Yang Rui, who was lying in a corpse, out layer by layer.

Many people in the concert hall were shocked when they saw this scene.

Especially the stars, they have seen this kind of rock style. The easiest way to verify whether a rock singer is popular or not is to jump out of the stage.

If the audience below catches him, he will be a well-known rock singer; if the audience catches him and pulls him around the heads of countless people, he will be a bit popular rock star; if the audience catches him, pulls him around the heads of countless people, and finally strips him naked, he will be a popular chicken.

However, this set is only suitable for rock concerts, and it is rare for pop singers to do this. Scientists play this set?

Is this guy really going to enter the entertainment industry?

Can this guy really enter the entertainment industry?

This idea comes to mind in many people.

The manpower conveyor was stopped at the security checkpoint.

Security checks in the 1980s were not strict, but they did not send people directly into it.

The two members of the King's Guard who were in charge of security checks were dressed in suits and looked confused. They stared at Yang Rui for a long time before saying, "Sir, please show your nameplate."

"My...my nameplate, I'm a little drunk. Wait, I'll look for it... Well, I lost it." Yang Rui flipped through his pocket and said again: "I probably got pulled away."

(Ding! The first step of the popular chicken craze task is achieved...)

The two Vikings from the Kings Guard were confused and looked at Yang Rui, unable to express their anger.

The Nobel Dinner ended up missing a Nobel Prize winner.

Whatever you think is weird.

Fortunately, Yang Rui's Nobel escort Acheson ran over and explained with a smile: "This is indeed Mr. Yang Rui. The dinner is about to begin. Can you let us in first? Don't delay it."

"You can go in, but I can't say whether it will be delayed." The Vikings were so humorous that they were still malicious.

Atchison looked at Yang Rui who was drunk and couldn't stand it, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The Nobel Prize winner who attended the dinner like this feels very unreliable.

Huh... I can't stand it anymore?

When Acheson thought of this, he was so weak that he couldn't stand.
Chapter completed!