early morning.

The gentle breeze blew on the body, which was extremely comfortable.

Xiaobaiya turned over and held the pillow in his hand, and wanted to sleep for a while... However, the pillow was so rough.

Xiaobaiya was shocked and immediately opened her eyes and saw a somewhat unfamiliar wooden wall, white ceiling and crystal lamp...

"Where am I?" Xiao Baiya sat up suddenly, and then lifted the quilt in surprise.

Fortunately, the clothes are all there.

Xiaobaiya couldn't help but frown when she thought of this, and always felt something was wrong.

"Sister, you're awake." A shout quickly attracted people in the room.

"Sister woke up?"

"Finally woke up."

"I'm so drunk."

"How much did she drink?"

"Some half a cup."

"Oh my God, she drank half a cup last time, but she almost removed the stairs classroom."

"I mean half a cup of water was not mixed."

Xiao Baiya frowned, lifted the quilt, stood up and said, "You've stood up, what are you talking about?"

The group of people who rushed into the room heard familiar voices and immediately stood at attention with their legs.

"Who told me about the situation, I forgot." Half a glass of white wine drank Xiaobaiya in pieces.

Fortunately, everyone knows the big problem of the eldest sister. The girl who was the first to enter the door happily raised her hand and said, "I'm talking about it, I'm talking about it."

Xiaobaiya turned her head over.

"Wait for me." The girl suddenly patted her head and ran out of the room. After a while, she came back with a drawing board and said with a smile on her face: "I guess you can't remember it, so she specially drew it..."

Everyone looked over with a confused look on their faces. It turned out that there was a simple drawing on the drawing board.

"Sister Xiaobai, you got drunk last night, and just hung it on Yang Rui's shoulder... We had no choice but to bring you back, otherwise what should we do... Xiaomin and I carried you, died seriously, and later moved to my house..."

After a few simple words, she just asked her to draw four pictures.

Xiaobaiya gradually came back to her senses, and a sentence inexplicably emerged in her mind - "Take me home."

Xiaobaiya's cheeks turned red in an instant.

"What happened to me at that time?" Xiao Baiya recalled yesterday's scene.

Fortunately, her voice was small enough that no one else should have heard it. As for Yang Rui, she would have heard it.

Xiao Baiya was confused.

It was because the sound was too low yesterday that Yang Rui couldn't take him home.

Xiaobaiya thought to herself.

If a girl gets drunk and is taken back by a boy, it will be in the news, and the person involved may be in jail for the rest of his life.

But in this way, should we meet Yang Rui next?

What if he asks to simulate again?

Xiaobaiya's cheeks became redder when she thought of this.

"I'm fine, go back." Xiao Baiya suddenly stood up and gave an order with a strong aura.

"Today is the weekend, and I have nothing to do when I go back." The group of people were unhappy. Yesterday's party was not very irritating. I went back during the day and it was abandoned for a weekend.

Xiaobaiya glared at her eyes, and said in a voice that she was so sorry that she couldn't make a steel, "Can't you learn it if you have nothing to do? Have you figured out the fluid mechanics? Have you done the 100 differential equations today? Xiaomin, don't hide, the music department has to practice the piano every day, you will squat here to memorize the score today..."

Xiaomin started to grin and grinned at first. When she heard it, she found that she could stay and became happy again.

Xiaobaiya has a unique charm, or aura, that makes others willing to play around him, and Xiaomin is such a member.

The boys were all driven back to class by Xiaobaiya. Xiaobaiya left a few girls, trying to try to talk to them about their mood issues.

At this time, a boy turned around carefully and asked, "Sister, what should I do if the flagpole is big?"

"Send it back."

"oh."

The flagpole attached to the primary school was lost and regained, but when the flag was raised, it seemed that it looked a little crooked when looking at it.

...

Yang Rui spent the weekend in a state of turmoil. On Monday, he couldn't help but feel a little sleep-deprived.

This idea continued until he met Dean Liu.

If one word is used to describe Dean Liu, it is quite appropriate to describe it withered.

Dean Liu's two bird's nests were dark and black, his hair was messy and sparse, and his coat was wrinkled and crumpled, and even some were dirty.

"Are you going out to dig trenches?" Yang Rui was shocked when he saw Dean Liu like this.

"I'm old, I've been like this after not sleeping for two days." Dean Liu sighed, like an old man basking in the sun, slowly took off his coat and hung it on Yang Rui's office clothes.

Yang Rui woke up a little, but asked: "Why didn't you sleep?"

"The organization you want is for you." Dean Liu said unhappily: "We quarreled for a whole night but didn't make a result, so we had to continue quarreling the next day."

Dean Liu's expression was unbearable, it was a feeling of emotion and despair.

"Now is there a quarrel?"

"If you make a noise, I can't come either." President Liu said: "The principal has organized a closed-door meeting and cannot come up with a plan, so he will not let someone go out."

Yang Rui was a little funny, but he didn't have any sympathy. Instead, he curled his lips and said, "It's better to lock you up. It will take two days to give me 10 professor spots."

"That's not a question of whether to give it to you or not. Who gave it to you?" Dean Liu sighed and said, "You don't want to think about it. Ten of them will still be taken out in the second half of this year. Even if our biology department has more, other departments will have to give quotas. This is not a pig's brain that makes it a dog's brain..."

"If this is the case, I can't ask for the quota." When Yang Rui heard Dean Liu say this, he knew that they didn't follow their own ideas. He refused without hesitation: "You are going to block my way. I will not ask for these 10 professors."

Dean Liu was stunned for a moment, and after a while, his lips trembled, pointed to his dark eyes and said, "It's true that I've been in vain for two nights?"

"I said everything. If you want to solve the problem in a systematic way, you have to find a new quota for me. I don't want it if it is coordinated internally."

"You have to ask for it even if you don't want it." Dean Liu said with a rare increase in voice and was on the verge of explosion: "Now the quota of the Department of Physics and Chemistry has all given up the quota. How can you do it if you don't want it? If you don't want it, wouldn't it be our biological department bullying?"

"Didn't you just use me to suppress others? I won't lend this reputation." Yang Rui said incredibly, and raised the warning level, saying: "If you insist on giving the ion channel laboratory, you will force me to resign."

If you say anything about resigning, there will be no room for improvement.

President Liu sighed heavily and said for a long time: "I know you have concerns, but you can get the benefits first. The titles of 10 professors are not me. Even if you open another research institute alone, you can't approve it. The professor is not a cabbage."

Although some professors are not even worth cabbage, the professor's title itself can grow cabbage.

Yang Rui shook his head and said, "I don't care about the titles of 10 professors. If Peking University can't get them, I just want to think of other ways. I can't let someone poke my backbone."

It is difficult for an ordinary associate professor to evaluate a professor's title. Not to mention how long it takes for those hard conditions to achieve, even if the quota is one, it will be stuck. For example, in some departments, there are only 12 professor quotas in total, so one has to be withdrawn before one can be found. And while waiting, how many people have achieved results and experienced it?

If you are in a local university, this phenomenon is not particularly serious, and it is difficult to evaluate professors in key universities. It is not a case of particularly tough conditions. It is generally not given until you are fifty years old. The reason for this is that a 50-year-old professor can give up the quota in just 10 years. If it is given to a 35-year-old young man, he can last for 25 years.

In fact, it is not only China, but also foreign professors are even more awesome. For example, Kant, a philosopher who gathered together, wanted a philosophy professor but couldn't. It was only when Kant got the title of professor of logic and metaphysics at Konisburg University in the next ten years that Kant had not published a word for it in the next ten years, and he devoted himself to researching it. In the end, he really made him a critical throne.

The titles of Chinese universities in the 1980s were more rare than those in later generations. This was mainly due to two aspects of squeezing. On the one hand, the professors who returned to the city resumed their positions. If they wanted to continue to play their light and heat, they would continue to occupy their due position. On the other hand, students who went abroad to study gradually returned. Early international students who went out in 1981 and 1982, as well as short-term international students who went out in 1984 and 1985, all embarked on the road of serving the motherland. Among them, those with more qualifications would naturally get higher-level professional titles.

A sea turtle with higher diplomas like Wei Xingsi, who occupies a professor position, can't be wrong, because people can get a similar position even if they stay abroad.

Under all the contradictions, the most hurt are middle-level researchers.

Their political ability is weak and their academic ability is also weak. They have to wait for seniority. If they are not lucky, they will be sent to the line one after another and even if they retire, they will not get the title of senior professionals.

Yang Rui is not willing to infringe on the interests of these people.

It’s not that his heart has become weak. From Yang Rui’s perspective, if it is in the scientific research world, it doesn’t matter whether the researchers who are promoted by seniority can survive and how they live. They are nothing more than high-level labor force, and the value of not polluting senior positions is.

However, universities are not simply research institutions, they also shoulder educational functions, and this part can only be undertaken by teachers at intermediate levels.

A top scholar like Yang Rui is so busy with his own scientific research that he has no time to take care of ordinary students.

Ultimately, the regular education that ordinary students can receive is provided by teachers of moderate levels.

Yang Rui won't be able to steal their honor for a few names.

This gift must be taken out by the person above.

Dean Liu actually knew what Yang Rui was thinking, but this was not something he could do. After thinking about it, he said, "Yang Rui, you must be in a difficult position for your request."

"I have more than one request, they have many times to make things difficult for them." Yang Rui didn't care.

"If you really make a decision, I will help you ask the Ministry of Education for it, but you have thought about it. If there are more here, there will be less there. Don't blame the amount of funds you get at that time." President Liu wanted to force Yang Rui and his army.

Yang Rui sneered and said, "I am just afraid that the master will be able to make a fortune. They can't afford to pay. To be honest, I don't like the funds of the ministries and commissions."

How great is the credit for being a researcher?

According to President Liu's opinion, only by winning the Nobel Prize can it be considered.

So, can Yang Rui win the Nobel Prize?

President Liu looked at Yang Rui and felt confused and couldn't explain clearly - Can Yang Rui really do this?
Chapter completed!