Acne is from the next class. He heard that there was a transfer student from the second class, and he also murmured which such a big background was transferred at this time.
But he didn't expect that this person was actually the kid who typed Ming Ge's paper back in one sentence that day.
Ahem, his name is Li Zheng boy, and his heart is still a little empty. No matter how bad his professional class was, he could see that this boy who looked a little younger than him was a tough guy. Maybe, maybe, maybe he's a little bit more powerful than Brother Ming
Acne looked at He Zhongming, who had no expression on his face. He probably knew why Brother Ming never mentioned the "Asian Biopharmaceutical Conference" these days. If the opponent was this young man, maybe...
Li Zheng raised his eyebrows and looked at He Zhongming with a business-like expression, feeling a little funny.
"What kind of drama, I don't have any talent for acting." Let alone acting, he is not good at literature, art and sports. When God created him, he probably added all the skill points to his IQ.
He Zhongming handed the script in his hand to Li Zheng, "The whole class participated, including actors and staff. I don't know if you have relevant experience before, so I arranged the role of an actor for you."
He paused and said, "It's a tree, it doesn't need acting talent."
Li Zheng finally raised his head and looked at the "destined person" carefully.
Full participation, selfless? Li Zheng stood up.
The whole class was quiet again, and the students from the second class of biopharmaceuticals carefully watched the two people whose smell of gunpowder was getting stronger.
Li Zheng took over the script and flipped through it roughly. He was really an important character, a Christmas tree that could talk, and the line "Merry Christmas" in all, but it ran through the whole play.
That is, he is to wear bark and stand from the beginning of the show until the end of the show.
"Brother Ming..." Acne gently pulled He Zhongming's sleeve. He still remembered Xu Mingsheng's attitude towards Li Zheng at that time. This ancestor couldn't afford to offend him.
He Zhongming didn't speak, just looked at Li Zheng quietly.
Li Zheng glanced at his classmates who were watching him carefully, and suddenly chuckled, "Okay. I haven't participated in group activities for a long time. Thank you."
Li Zheng responded with a polite smile to the classmates who cast surprised glances.
"Li Zheng didn't think it was so difficult to get in touch with, he's a good person."
"Yeah, the character of the tree can't show his face, and he has to stand for more than an hour. No one in the class is willing, but he actually accepts it!"
Listening to the discussions of the classmates, the smile on Li Zheng's face became more and more obvious, while He Zhongming's expression was a little stiff.
"That's great, there are rehearsals every Friday night, don't forget." He Zhongming hurriedly left such a sentence.
Li Zheng said with a smile: "Just stand from the beginning to the end, and say Merry Christmas afterward. I still have this IQ. Call me during the rehearsal."
"I just arrived in Xiangjiang, and I have a lot of things to deal with. I haven't come to class for a few days, so I'm rehearsing..." Li Zheng smiled apologetically to everyone in the class.
Li Zheng's face was very deceptive, and if he was embarrassed to say a few words of apology, the motherhood of the girls in the class was suddenly awakened.
"It's alright, it's a tree, it doesn't interfere with our rehearsal. Li Zheng, if you have something to do, go and do it. If you really can't make it to class, you can tell us, and we will help you!"
"Yes, yes." There was a chorus of voices in the class.
The biological pharmacy majors are rare, and they are the treasures of the class. As soon as they open their mouths, most of the boys turn their backs. He Zhongming's face is indescribably wonderful.
He forced out a rather natural smile, "Okay, I see."
When Professor Zhao, a teacher of molecular biology, came in, his eyes lit up when he saw Li Zheng.
"Cough, now we start class!"
Watching Li Zheng listen to his lectures earnestly and take out a pen from time to time to jot down a note, Professor Zhao feels that his passion for lectures is constantly rising.
As a result, the students in the second class of biopharmaceuticals found that today Professor Zhao talked too much and deeply, and they couldn't even take notes. If the final exam was this difficult, all the students would cry without tears.
After a class, Professor Zhao felt that he performed well. Even in many professional seminars, he has not spoken so passionately.
Although He Zhongming's mind is a little small, he is worthy of being a scholar, and the other students are in a fog. He still barely keeps up with Professor Zhao's ideas. He circled a few questions with a red pen, and was about to get up when he saw Professor Zhao walking up to Li Zheng with a smile on his face.
"How is it? Is it okay to follow...?" He originally wanted to ask, "Can you keep up?" Later, he thought that even if Li Zheng's level was not as good as his own, he was much better than those graduate students. It should be trivial.
Li Zheng silently turned over the laboratory sketches he had drawn in the class, and then replied with a smile: "Professor Zhao's lectures are simple in simple terms, especially the conjecture you mentioned about the RESE virus, which is very bold but realistic. The shape of the virus is in the To a certain extent, the composition of its protein and nucleic acid can be inferred, which is of great significance for humans to defeat the RESR virus."
Hearing this, Professor Zhao laughed.
He patted Li Zheng's shoulder hard, "It's still my peers who can understand my peers, unlike those old men in the humanities department who pointed at my nose and said I was wasting resources. What's the use of conjectures, science can't be accomplished overnight, and it takes a bite to eat. Stuttering, we have to go step by step!"
Among the labs that were attacked at the last meeting that only took money and did nothing, there was Professor Zhao's. He was very proud of his lab's ability to make a "RESE virus shape conjecture" and published SCI papers, but he didn't want to be devalued by those old men in the humanities department.
Li Zheng's affirmation made him feel a lot more at ease.
He Zhongming took the notebook to enter or retreat, and he got a shocking message from Professor Zhao's words. Prof. Zhao said, "Peers understand peers." He completely placed Li Zheng on an equal footing with him, rather than an ordinary professor's attitude toward students.
Who is this Li Zheng!
"Also, for the conference at the end of the year, Lao Xu, Lao Wang, and Lao Zheng were going to go, but his wife was hospitalized. So I went for him. We can also discuss the RESE virus on the way. Every time the weather warms up, it will be rampant again and again, and it will mutate again and again, and it will be researched early and contribute to mankind early."
Professor Zhao said excitedly, Li Zheng was helpless, he counted the time, the laboratory of the University of London should have made a RESE virus model, and will soon publish a research report, announcing that the first-order RESE virus has been broken.
As for the mutated RESE virus making a comeback a few years later, that's another story.
"Okay, Professor."
The whole professor could hear Professor Zhao's words, and everyone couldn't help looking at He Zhongming, who was standing on the side. Originally, everyone thought that the last place to go to the Asian Biopharmaceutical Conference should be his.
Even counselor Zhong Xiaoji once revealed that the college intends to let He Zhongming and two graduate students attend the conference together.
Now…
But looking at Professor Zhao's meaning, this transfer student may be better than He Zhongming
After spending a day with the young man, Li Zheng was in a good mood. Li Zheng is good-looking, can speak, and can be a person, and quickly won the favor of many people in the class, er... especially the girls.
When he returned to the hotel, the person at the service desk told him that a gentleman named Cheng Xianfeng had called him.
Li Zheng was overjoyed and immediately dialed back.
"Hello?" This number is not Cheng Xianfeng's office number, Li Zheng guessed that it might be his home.
There was silence on the other end of the phone. If Li Zheng hadn't heard the shallow breathing on the other end of the phone, he would have thought the phone was broken.
Li Zheng frowned, what happened to Cheng Xianfeng, didn't speak after answering the phone
A flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind, and Li Zheng said tentatively, "Liang Zhe?"
The breathing on the other end of the phone was a little heavier, and then Li Zheng heard, "En." Liang Zhe responded.
Li Zheng's mind couldn't help but come to the Daguling police station, Liang Zhe's dead face when he asked the police for medicine. His gaze softened a little.
"Lawyer Cheng told you, let's talk." He thought for two seconds, "Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, at the cafe at the entrance of Xiangjiang University. I have to rush to class."
It's not that Li Zheng is a strong person. He is begging this Mr. Xiaoliang about buying land under his name, but he knows that if he doesn't open his mouth to make a decision, this Mr. Xiaoliang will probably be able to hold the phone in silence for an hour.
"Okay." Sure enough, the answer was still that simple.
Li Zheng smiled lightly, if Liang Zhe was here, he really wanted to rub the boy's hair.
"Then it's settled, see you tomorrow."
The other end of the phone was silent for two seconds again, "See you tomorrow."
Li Zheng opened his mouth in surprise, he heard right, this Mr. Xiaoliang said three words? Three whole words!
The last time I stayed with Liang Zhe for two days and one night, did he say three words at once? Li Zheng tried his best to think about it, it seems, there shouldn't be.
Suddenly there is a feeling of being flattered...