Peking University’s library allows teachers and graduate students to enter, of course, is its own teachers and graduate students.

For later students who are used to the Internet and open library, every time they go to the library, they are equivalent to going to the library. In fact, it is better than the library, because the books in the library are densely packed, and the spacing between the bookcases often only allows one person to pass through, and some have to be taken up by a ladder. The room is dim and has a strong smell, while the open library takes into account the convenience of reading on the spot. The room is often bright and comfortable, with suitable tables and chairs and spacious space.

But in 1984, the open library was just a passage from a journal, and at most it only put a photo in a magazine discussing the foreign moon, which was enviable.

At this time, entering the library is a compelling thing.

If you read the memoirs of later generations, there will always be one or two former Peking University graduate students in ten, and you will take out the past of the graduate students entering the library to show the difference between themselves and undergraduate students.

Similarly, for Yang Rui, who is used to open library, he would rather treat guests at a Beijing hotel, become a great librarian and assume obligations, and also want to enter the library.

Compared to watching cards in the index room, entering the library seems to be 20,000 times more convenient.

You can imagine that when reading a book in the index room, you must first find the index card you want from the vast index, then fill out the borrowing list, hand it to the receipt teacher, wait for the receipt teacher to collect all xx pieces, then transfer it to the library, wait for the library to find the book, send the book over, and then get the book back - if you are lucky, this process will take 20 minutes, then open the book and read it, it's not the book I want.

If you weren't a guy who could read any book leisurely, by this time, you would have started to want to die.

Repeat the above process, wait for 20 minutes of good luck, or 40 minutes of bad luck, and get the second book. Open it and see, what! Isn't the one I want?

Can you die? Is it OK?

I still have a chance, so I can repeat it again? Just kidding, if a person can only borrow two books, please return the book first.

If you do this again, even those who don’t want to die should be exhausted.

The library itself is not designed to be a reading room, so the privilege of entering the library is very rare. At the same time, there are often only two or three people in the library, which is actually the relatively comfortable carrying capacity of the library.

Yang Rui never thought that he would meet Li Xin here, and that he would have caused the library to hang a "lax management" sign.

"I am the administrator of the library, so of course I can enter the library." Yang Rui defended his position as a student, and then asked again: "How can you enter the library?"

"I don't need to tell you this." Li Xin's expression changed and he looked up at Yang Rui with some disdain. He was already thirty years old after studying for a doctorate, and he had an advantage over Yang Rui psychologically.

"I am the administrator of the library." Yang Rui smiled slightly, looked down at Li Xin, and said again: "Managing the library is my duty."

The height difference between the two made Li Xin feel a little uncomfortable. After a change of mind, he said, "It's your responsibility to organize the library."

Yang Rui's momentum suddenly stumbled. He was a student volunteer. Although he corroded the great librarian with sugar-coated shells, he only enjoyed rights and did not assume obligations. However, the student volunteer was a student volunteer after all, and his duty was to organize the library.

"It seems that Dr. Li often spent time in libraries before, but you are a doctoral student at Donghua University, you shouldn't be able to enter our Peking University library." Yang Rui gasped, taking the words over.

Li Xin's eyes twitched and said, "You don't have to squeeze me out with words. If you can do it well, we can really be classmates."

"What's the meaning?"

Li Xin did not answer, but said, "Okay, you can organize the library well and let me go first."

The two met on a narrow road, blocking each other's path.

Yang Rui hesitated for a moment and gave up the place. He had to pay attention to a little gentlemanly demeanor.

Li Xin and Yang Rui passed by, looked back and smiled strangely, and went to find a book in front of him.

Yang Rui thought about it based on his memory and guessed that he was looking for something in the chemistry category.

Li Xin graduated from the East China Textile Engineering Institute and mostly studied light industry. It is normal to find information in chemistry.

Yang Rui thought to himself that if he had just joined China Silk Corporation, he would probably have a paper to open up the situation. This is the best way to distinguish himself from other new employees. Not every college student has the ability and level to write papers after graduation. Regardless of whether the leader is a rough person or whether he can understand the meaning of a doctoral student, a paper can at least explain something...

In a blink of an eye, Yang Rui suddenly recalled that Li Xin seemed not a doctoral student!

Yang Rui stood in front of the bookcase and recalled the scene again, and suddenly understood why Li Xin's attitude was so strange.

Because he remembered it wrongly.

Li Xin graduated from East China Textile Engineering Institute. He is not a doctoral student, but is just preparing to pass the on-the-job doctoral exam.

Yang Rui called "Dr. Li", and was afraid he would offend someone on the spot.

"If you offend me, you will offend me. However, this is probably a doctoral student who is going to take the exam for Peking University?" Yang Rui thought of what Li Xin said, without having to run it with words, and maybe they were classmates, so he couldn't help but frown.

The most troublesome thing is the top student with a glass heart.

The favorite story of talented people in ancient times is the story of a group of glass-hearted and talented students tossing people.

After a while, Li Xin also disappeared from his sight.

Yang Rui shook his head, but quickly left it behind.

After finding the books he wanted, Yang Rui went out to register at the administrator's office and prepared to go to the journal reading room to read.

The administrator has a special notebook to record books that are not borrowed normally, so as not to encounter situations where someone does not return them.

After Yang Rui recorded the record, he nodded and left.

Before he walked away, someone behind him called "Yang Rui, Yang Rui".

"Li...xin?" Yang Rui frowned again when he saw him coming down the stairs.

"Yang Rui, come here and arrange some tasks for you." A teacher of similar age stood beside Li Xin. He glanced at Yang Rui and waved.

Yang Rui walked over in confusion.

"No one has cleaned the old book library here for a long time. You are a freshman, right? Come and clean the library. All the books must be moved, move them away, wipe the bookshelf clean, dust the ashes on the books, and put them back, and try to complete them within a week..." The other party said, taking out the key with a red rope tied to open a double door in front of him.

There are about two classroom-sized places inside the door, filled with bookshelf. Between the bookshelf, there is almost only one person passing by side. The books piled up to the top are probably more than ten thousand books.

I took down all the books and put them back. I can think about it and know what a huge project it is.

Yang Rui's face changed slightly: "Why did I let me do this?"

"Every year when new students come, they have to clean and organize books, and you and other students have to do it." The man behind Li Xin laughed and threw the key to Yang Rui.

Li Xin coughed and said in a hidden way: "This is Meng Liang and Meng. He is the student who works in the library."

"Do you know?" Yang Rui flipped his hands with the red rope key tied in his hand and asked, "Is it necessary?"

In his heart, Yang Rui sighed inwardly: It’s indeed a glass heart.

Li Xin smiled and said, "It's just a matter of raising one's hands."

The implication is that he just tricked Yang Rui into taking revenge on the title of "Dr. Li". As for whether there is Jing Yulan's factor, Li Xin himself couldn't explain it clearly.

On the other hand, Li Xin felt that he could prove his relationships and connections. Although Yang Rui was a student of Peking University and I was from East China Textile Engineering College, our graduate student was better than you.

However, if he just lets go, he may waste Yang Rui a week.

Meng Liang coughed and said, "Don't say so much, Yang Rui, you must ensure quality and quantity when cleaning the library, and complete it on time. After finishing, I will tell your class teacher that the end of the semester is counted as moral education labor, so let's start now."

Yang Rui was silent. He didn't know that he still had a class teacher or the school had moral education.

Looking at the big and dirty library, Yang Rui with a depressed face, Li Xin almost burst into laughter, and the gloom of the past few days seemed to have dissipated a lot. On the surface, he still looked calm and elegant.

clang!

A string of keys tied with red ropes fell to the ground unexpectedly.

Meng Liang, who had turned around, turned around and saw only the trembling red rope and Yang Rui's back.

"What kind of morality!" Meng Liang's nose hair was blowing up.

Li Xin was used to seeing the good kids in the school, but he didn't expect Yang Rui to leave directly. Thinking of his smile just now, he felt unhappy and silted between his stomach and intestines.

"You can't just let it go." Yang Rui left the library gate and felt happy. Countless thoughts flocked to him.

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Chapter completed!