Knock Knock Knock—
There was a knock on the door.
Xiao Shan suddenly raised his head and looked at the person who came, the tea was spilled on the back of his hand, but he didn't respond at all.
"Director He, what's the matter?"
"Principal! I can't stop it! Go and have a look! Those reporters are like crazy! Oh, there are also a few old professors from the Q University next door, trembling at the school gate, hoping to see Jiang Fu On the side of the moon, I can't persuade, and I can't stop... "
Director He was about to cry.
This week, Mingda was like riding a roller coaster.
No, it's more exaggerated than riding a roller coaster.
The roller coaster ride has ups and downs, but this week at Ming University, there are only ups and downs, only ups and downs.
In short, it was brought to the blue sky by Jiang Fuyue's three CNS articles.
No matter how high you go, your back is hanging in the air, and you don't know when you will fall. At least, you will lose an arm and break your leg, or at the worst, your body will be crushed and your bones will be shattered!
The director panicked, squeezed out from the crowd of reporters, and rushed to find Xiao Shan.
Xiao Shan took a deep breath, pulled the paper towel to wipe off the back of his hand that was splashed with tea again—
When he had no academic performance before, he was worried.
Now that he has it, he will be three as soon as he comes. He seems to be even more worried. Is it a fat thing
"In this case, Director He, you take those reporters to the conference room first to calm down, and I will be there later. As for those old professors from Q University... Mr. Shen has a class with us today, and you can let me know later He's going to receive it."
"Okay." Director He nodded: "What about you?"
Xiao Shan gritted his teeth: "I'll go find the lazy one!"
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laboratory.
The Xiaoshan wind blew in and almost knocked over the chair.
"Old Xu, where's Jiang Fuyue?"
Xu Kaiqing glanced at the closed laboratory inside: "Just went in."
Xiao Shan: "..."
"When will she be out?"
"I don't know, maybe half a day."
"..." Xiao Shan came in a hurry, and finally left lazily. Let's get rid of those reporters first...
In the evening, Jiang Fuyue came out of the laboratory.
Because the hands were soaked in the potion for too long, even though protective measures were taken, the pulps of the ten fingers were still wrinkled.
She stretched out her hand and looked at it with disgust.
I was already thinking about what material with better protection performance to replace it in my mind. The next second, I suddenly raised my eyes and saw Xiao Shan sitting on a chair with tired eyes, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
"Why are you here?" She walked over.
Xiao Shan got up: "Finally came out..." He had already sent away the reporters and the old professors from Q University, and he was still waiting here for almost three hours before Jiang Fuyue came out.
More than half a day
Have most of the day!
Jiang Fuyue: "What do you want me to do?"
"It's been a week, you won't come back with a few more CNS articles, will you?"
She smiled: "Guess?"
Xiao Shan: "..." No, I don't want to guess.
"Do you think CNS is Chinese cabbage?" Want it
Xiao Shan: "It's here with you, isn't it?"
Jiang Fuyue: "..."
"No kidding, to be serious, the group of reporters can't be persuaded anymore, they are dismissed today, and they will probably come back tomorrow. My suggestion is to accept the interview as soon as possible."
Jiang Fuyue nodded and hummed lightly.
"Then tomorrow?" Xiao Shan probed.
"Can."
He breathed a sigh of relief: "There is one more thing. Several old professors from the Q University next door also want to come, and may ask questions about the specific content of your three papers on the spot. Do you agree or reject?"
Jiang Fuyue: "It's okay, let's all come."
Before leaving, Xiao Shan reconfirmed with her worryingly: "Is there no fourth CNS?"
Jiang Fuyue curled her lips: "Principal Xiao wants to have it, or doesn't he want it?"
Xiao Shan: "..." The question was beyond the outline and refused to answer.
The interview time was set at ten o'clock in the morning of the next day, and the major media were moved upon hearing the news.
The professors who came from Q University were far more than the few yesterday, and they completely surrounded the front two rows of the conference hall.
Xiao Shan clicked his tongue lightly.
Director He followed beside him, quietly wiping off his sweat: "Our Ming University has never been so beautiful."
Yeah, all the attention.
Xiao Shan: "It's more like this, we have to be more careful, and we can't make any mistakes."
Director He nodded hurriedly: "That's the truth."
At ten o'clock in the morning, all the invited people arrived, and the venue was full of seats.
Jiang Fuyue walked to the stage.
The questioning begins.
The reporter's questions were relatively routine and not difficult to answer, and Jiang Fuyue was able to handle them with ease.
It was only the turn of several professors to ask questions, and the atmosphere at the scene became serious unconsciously—
An old professor dug out the paper and pointed to one of the viewpoints, "In "Microglia Mediate Forgetting Through Complement-Dependent Synapse Elimination", you mentioned..."
After Jiang Fuyue listened carefully, she took out her iPad and opened the paper: "In 1856, German doctor Rudolf Virchow observed..."
"Microglia are known to be the resident immune cells in the brain, accounting for about 10 percent of brain cells. In the past, they were thought to be passive bystanders in the brain, functioning only when injured or infected... "
Then, another professor continued to ask questions.
Jiang Fuyue: "Three Main Types of RNA Polymerase II Transcripts in Metazoan Cells---Polyadenylated Messenger RNA (mRNA), Histone mRNA, and Small Nuclear RNA (snRNA)..."
"I attempted to reconstruct the active human histone pre-mRNA 3' end processing complex and solved its structure at near-atomic resolution by cryo-electron microscopy..."
Standing on the stage, she spoke confidently and calmly in front of industry authorities, media reporters, and many teachers and students who came to watch.
Like a luminous body, it is impossible not to attract everyone's attention.
It was obviously an interview, but after the reporters finished listening, they felt that they had listened to an academic report.
what microglia... what RNA polymerase...
When he left, there was still a bit of bewilderment in his expression.
Forget it, I don't understand.
The group of old professors at Q University nodded, discussed, and left contentedly.
Zhou Zhengqi was also in the mix.
Originally, he was not reserved, and he was not included in the list handed over by University Q.
It was only halfway through the interview that he slipped in like a thief.
As a result, he was hit by Xiao Shan.
"It's you, Principal Zhou."
He was a little embarrassed, and coughed to cover it up, avoiding the most important thing: "The old Taishans are dispatched collectively, I am worried, come and have a look."
"Oh, that's it..." Xiao Shan nodded.
In fact, he didn't say anything, but Zhou Zhengqi heard nothing.
"Then I'll arrange for you to sit in front."
"Thank you."
In this way, Zhou Zhengqi sat in the second row and witnessed Jiang Fuyue's fluent demeanor in answering questions.
At that moment, Zhou Zhengqi couldn't tell whether he was mostly envious or regretful.
One wrong step, one wrong step.
He offended Jiang Fuyue.
And Q big missed a good seedling.
Before leaving, Xiao Shan came out to see him off.
The smiling look looks particularly awkward.
"Principal Zhou, go slowly, and welcome to Mingda University in the future."
Zhou Zhengqi: "..." Who wants to come to your place? !
Zhou Zhengqi wasn't the only one who secretly listened to this interview
Xu Kaiqing and Old Peter also came.
It wasn't considered sneaky, but because they came too late, there were no seats left, so the two could only stand at the back door.
At the same time as it was over, Jiang Fuyue left, and the two of them followed.
Xu Kaiqing: "This is called not preparing in advance? I think the preparation is quite sufficient."
Jiang Fuyue: "Which one is cooking? It smells like vinegar."
Xu Kaiqing: "..."
Well, he admitted that he was a little jealous.
No wonder he is still so childish at such a young age, but Jiang Fuyue's astonishing talent seems to be cheating, making anyone envious.
The longer you do academics and research, the clearer it becomes: Hard work accounts for only one percent of success, while the remaining ninety-nine percent is talent!
The former can be obtained through changes, while the latter is innate, without it there is no.
Peter has never stopped being "amazing" along the way, with various tones and exaggerated expressions.
"Oh, Chou, do you have any research plans for the future?"
Xu Kaiqing couldn't help pricking up his ears.
Jiang Fuyue: "It's not yet decided. It may be a new mechanism for gamma, delta, and T cells to detect cancer and infection, or it may be a key enzyme molecule that regulates liver damage in NASH, or others."
Old Peter was envious of his real name, these are tough bones, and most people really don't have the courage and ability to take them down, but she simply likes to eat a meal.
This time, Xu Kaiqing became even more sour.
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On the evening of the day the interview ended, major media reported that Jiang Fuyue won three CNS articles in a row.
Not only that, but also on CCTV news.
Now, the Internet is completely frying the pot——
"Every time Sister Yue is on the trending searches, she either wins some awards or wins some competitions. This time it is even more fierce, and she directly throws out three CNS articles, which blinds everyone's 24K titanium alloy dog eyes."
"Just one word - absolute!"
"Suddenly thought of a meme, three CNS articles are enough to buy three butts, ahem!"
"Can the upstairs be more disgusting? My sister Yue doesn't need it! Thank you!"
"I used to think that the only difference between me and the goddess is a beautiful appearance and an interesting soul, but today I realize that there is still an IQ difference of 180."
"If Sister Yue asks, how do people die? I think there is only one answer in front of her—stupid!"
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