With hundreds of people cheering, Yang Rui's team lost happily.

The students didn't care much, they were exhausted and panting, and then patted each other's wet spines. Several class cadres also organized sparse crowds and shouted various slogans that were made of, which attracted cheers and laughter.

Bai Ling organized the girls to line up a row of desks on the sidelines to serve tea. Now there is no mineral water or sports drinks, so it is good to buy a pound of tea with class fees.

The boys who didn't play basketball were responsible for transporting hot water. Seven or eight bottles of water bottles were delivered, and they were empty after a while, and they were all busy and sweating all over.

Yang Rui chatted with his opponent for a few words and came to the sidelines. Seeing him coming, Bai Ling immediately sent a cup of filtered tea and smiled and said, "This cup is cool, you drink it first."

"Thank you." Yang Rui took it without hesitation and drank it all in one go.

Bai Ling squinted her eyes and gave her another cup like a cat.

The boys in the next class were extremely envious. The tallest center forward smiled and said, "We are thirsty too."

"Go and pour water from your own cup." Bai Ling smiled.

The center sighed: "Our class is not prepared for you so well. That... Bai Ling, you see, I am older than Yang Rui and lose more water. If I don't drink some water, no one will carry it if I faint."

He posed for holding the table with his hands. In 1984, his handsomeness was roughly the same as that of a wall pound.

However, not everyone can show a handsome posture correctly, just as most wall pounding ended in a sad failure. A girl behind the table also muttered in a dissatisfaction: "Don't get so close, you sweat more than others, it smells bad. This glass of water is for you."

She gave the center a public enamel cup, which she could scald in boiling water after drinking. However, the focus was not on the cup and water, but on the girl's expression.

The center forward was injured and said, "Yang Rui sweats more than me, why no one said he is smelly?"

"You want to compete with Yang Rui?" The girl curled her lips, looked at Yang Rui and then at the center. The expression on her face was self-evident.

The center said helplessly: "I scored twice as many points on the court as Yang Rui."

"oh."

"There are many rebounds."

"oh."

"Forget it." The center comrade gave up.

"I'll help you refill the water." The girl also gave up on the center comrade who almost got the MVP of the game.

Yang Rui almost drank half a pot of water before taking a breath, patted the center on the shoulder, and said, "There is an old saying, this is an era that looks at faces, but you don't belong to this era..."

"Where is this old saying?" The center was confused.

"The Tujia dialect?" Yang Rui casually named it.

"Really? It's impossible. This doesn't look like the language and grammar of the Tujia people. I have to check it carefully when I go back, and it's quite interesting." The center forward was shocked and asked the person next to him: "Have you heard of it?"

"I haven't heard of it."

"I don't have any impression."

“Is there any problem with the translation?”

The forward and the defender began to scratch their heads together.

Yang Rui raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you never heard of it?"

"We studied ethnography. If it's so interesting, I don't know. As a result, a student from the biology department told me..." The center was extremely guilty, as if he had lost the key goal and lost the game.

The forward and the defender were not much better, and they didn't even bother to wipe the sweat from their necks, so they started discussing together.

"This is not a student in the biology department, this is Yang Rui!" The female teacher who always stood on the sidelines waited for them to rest for a while, and happened to come up to answer the conversation, and by the way he praised Yang Rui with a fierce saying.

The hot steam swelled up and the scene was instantly cold. Everyone was still a little uncomfortable with the teacher's praise, or in other words, the blowing was too biased and the stress was a bit uneven.

"Teacher Jin." Bai Ling greeted her, which made the students around her livelihood appear.

"Teacher Jin." The basketball players who studied ethnology greeted him by lowering two octaves.

"Hello, hello." Teacher Jin smiled and turned to Yang Rui and said, "I have collected a package here. Yang Rui, do you see if you have signed for it now?"

"Oh, why did you come to the stadium? Wait a moment." Yang Rui said with a smile, signing a package with a registered mail, thanking him again, and carrying the package in his hand.

"I originally came to your dormitory, but they said you came here to play basketball." Teacher Jin paused for a moment, looked at Yang Rui's posture, and had to say, "Don't you look at what others sent me?"

“Yeah? Now?”

Teacher Jin whispered to the side.

Only then did Yang Rui notice that Dean Liu and others appeared on the side of the basketball court, which was obviously not for watching his basketball game.

"Okay, there's no need to be so anxious." Yang Rui wiped his sweat, wiped his hands again, and started to tear the package on the spot.

He was very strong, but the wrapping was even tighter. He was bound with two or three layers, and he strongly resisted Yang Rui's brute force.

The muscle mass on Yang Rui’s arms were highlighted, with beautiful lines.

Teacher Jin shifted his gaze for a moment without any notice, then placed his gaze on the package, and whispered: "Director Liu asked me to send it here, he thinks you should know the situation as soon as possible."

"Oh? Oh, that's it." Yang Rui smiled, and he really thought it was quite considerate. Who said that the school leaders only do some bullshit things? When it is driven by interests, anyone can turn into sweet chocolate.

Some chocolates look better, while others look ugly.

When Dean Liu saw Yang Rui starting to unpack the package, he greeted him and pulled over to more than a dozen teachers from the department, and went straight over the basketball court and gathered over.

The students around were already very curious. Why were there so many teachers watching the competition today? At this time, their curiosity soared to the level of nine cats.

The game was over anyway. The students across the court walked through the stadium and circled around Yang Rui.

Most people don’t know why they have to watch, but where to watch, why.

"It's easier to dismantle it with a knife, don't break it inside." Dean Liu was put in and stood next to Yang Rui.

"Okay." Yang Rui glanced at the English address outside the package and cut the innermost kraft paper with a knife.

Almost two dictionary-thick books were revealed, with the cover and spine in all English.

"Take it out, take it out." Dean Liu muttered, staring at the desktop with his eyes fixed on it.

Yang Rui took it out as he said.

The publication placed at the top is fancy, but the font in the center of the top is the most important - CELL!

With four letters, Dean Liu was dizzy. Then, his whole body seemed to emit light, his eyes as bright as a child, and he read: "cell! It's really a cell!"

He was even more excited than Yang Rui when he heard the sound.

In fact, the same is true. Even if every paper sent by Yang Rui takes some shortcuts, it is done by experiments after experiment. He knows what he has paid and what he will get.

Dean Liu is different. For him, a freshman published a paper in a top journal, which is as happy as winning a lottery.

A horse without night grass is not fat, and a person without rampant wealth is not rich. President Liu feels that he is about to become fat.

"What?" a large group of people who didn't know the truth were whispered.

"What does "Cell" mean? Books sent from abroad?" Some people were close to each other and could see the words on the spine, but they didn't understand it.

However, the ones present were students from the biology department after all. The word "cell" came out, and smart students had instantly had associations.

It’s just that Lenovo’s conclusion is too amazing that no one shouted it out.

"Can I read a book?" Dean Liu was extremely polite.

Yang Rui nodded and took the top book "cell" to Dean Liu, but he drew a white paper from below.

The white-cut one is a single-line book, which means a small book that only publishes one paper by Yang Rui. He has obtained this thing in several papers published abroad.

Single-line books are used for dissemination, either to show off, share academic achievements, or to collect and commemorate the authors, and are widely used.

And its most important purpose is to determine the length of the paper.

Long articles, short articles or communications of a few sentences. They are very different for the value of a paper, and they are more important for papers published in top journals.

For top journals including Cell, Nature, and Science, there is a limit on the number of papers in each issue. In the 1980s, it usually ranged from ten to fifteen articles, and the total number of pages did not float more than 10 pages.

However, the author of the submission always wants to write as long as possible. The paper is not an art work. The longer it is written, the clearer it is, the more it can express the author's original meaning.

However, just like the competition for papers published, there will be competition for papers that can be published.

The best is naturally a long-term discussion, and publish eight pages, ten pages, twenty pages or even thirty pages in one go. Some people have to reduce the length of the articles and have been excerpted into two or four pages in each issue. Their value is also reduced to the minimum. Only briefly explain the author's research direction and research conclusions. Interested colleagues often have to re-connect with the author to figure out what exactly he has done.

The worst thing is that it is reduced to communication, that is, the editor uses a few sentences to explain the research. As for the details, please move to the supplement or other journals to read.

If you have a thick-skinned face and a few words of communication, you can also say that you have entered the "Cell". Some professors even listed it in their resumes openly. However, a real paper, at least eight pages of long articles, has charts and data, can perfectly display the author's research situation.

The 8 pages in the journal should be pages 16 or 18 pages in a single book. Yang Rui did not turn to the last page to see the number of pages, but turned it over one by one.

Yang Rui was like a picky child, eating the staple food almost every grain of rice.

The projects he did and the papers he published were seen from beginning to end, as if he had gone through more than half a year of hard work and struggle.

Eight pages turned, and it was still a paper.

After turning sixteen pages, it is still a paper.

On the 20th page, a full set of data appeared, which happened to be the end of the first phase of the project, proving that the induced mutation gene was successful.

Richard also lost his competitiveness at this stage.

Yang Rui smiled unconsciously, and there were two stages of experiments to be written later. It seemed that the long article was correct.

On his right side, Dean Liu's hands trembled.

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