Chapter 279 A pure man!
"Why didn't you sign up before? Teacher Tie and Teacher Mo are so famous." Associate Professor Gao from the laboratory asked.
As a man in his fifties, he has long been famous for Tiening and Mo Huaiqi. In the work "Stupid Flower", Xiang Xi died in a manure pit, and Associate Professor Gao still has fresh memories of them. If he were a student, he would definitely choose the more famous one.
The truth is exactly the opposite. Two weeks ago, the first batch of applicants was 9 people, and the second batch of applicants this time was 36 people, although only five people were selected in the end. But positivity is not a magnitude, so the professor is curious.
"Gu Lu is also very famous." Wang Jiao spoke more among the volunteers, so he spoke first.
The other students also nodded in agreement, especially one classmate whose parents talked about Gu Lu, who was someone else's child.
Associate Professor Gao seemed to have some recollection and asked tentatively: "So you would think that Gu Lu is more famous than Tiening, Mo Huaiqi, Editor Xiao and others?"
Xiao The editor-in-chief is the editor-in-chief of "Literary News". He is an expert in Chinese literature and a famous literary critic. However, the person named Xiao is more interested in research, and is much worse than Yu Xinyao in terms of literary criticism.
When I interviewed Gu Lu before, I specifically introduced the Literary Newspaper, so I won’t go into details. To sum up, the first group of people are all people who can give lectures at major liberal arts colleges, but Gu Lu seems to be a little less interesting.
The students responded in a variety of ways.
"It can't be said that they are more famous. Teachers Tie Ning and Mo Huaiqi feel superior, and Gu Lu is closer."
"If we go to Gu Lu to sign autographs, can we get a discount when buying books?"
"What are you thinking about? Can you be more realistic? I want an autograph, so I will hang him up. Young China said, please help me not to fail the exam!"
"Maybe they are all from Fogdu. Relationship. I heard people say on the Internet that Gu Lu is talented in writing, but he is an ordinary kid who is very impatient. "
The young people said.
Hearing this, Associate Professor Gao grabbed the key information and asked with interest: "It's easy to be impatient, tell me what's going on!"
The person who said this was Bao Xing, a female classmate in her junior year. She shared, "In Gu Lu's post, it was said that once..."
There is a traitor, there is definitely a traitor.
If Gu Lu knew about it, he would definitely tell netizens not to be too outrageous and to be careful.
Celebrity writers, enjoying higher popularity, must also bear the impact of this aspect.
The place to be visited for the Federation of Literary and Art Circles event is the SPF Experimental Animal Center where Associate Professor Gao works, and the volunteers are all classmates of the medical school.
Section Chief Xiao of the reception center is leading people towards the center. It's still a few minutes away. After all, the campus covers an area of more than 260 acres.
Passing by the playground, Section Chief Xiao pointed at the college students sweating on the basketball court and introduced them specially.
“That is our major basketball club.” Section Chief Xiao said, “Our school has 126 clubs, including 109 school-level clubs and 17 college-level clubs.”
Most of them There are clubs in colleges and universities, but it is rare for high schools like No. 8 Middle School to have clubs, at least in the southwest. Big cities like Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen should be more normal.
Why introduce these to me? Gu Lu didn't understand, so he could only respond.
“There is an opportunity for our school team to play against the No. 8 Middle School team,” Section Chief Xiao said, “It should be a more exciting game.”
What nonsense are you talking about?
Gu Lu looked at Section Chief Xiao in surprise.
“It is said that Neon has basketball teams from two universities and wants to have a friendly match.” Section Chief Xiao praised, “I really want to know what the level of the No. 8 Middle School basketball team is, and it has become famous abroad. ”
Section Chief Xiao is a typical person who only knows one thing but not the other, but adults really don’t pay attention to the effects of neon two dimensions.
"...Is Neon High School crazy?" Gu Lu was speechless when college students bullied high school students.
As we speak, we arrive at our destination.
I called in advance and was greeted outside the center.
One professor led five students.
Immediately afterwards, Section Chief Xiao, as the intermediary, introduced both parties.
"Professor Gao, Teacher Gu Lu and the other writer teachers will be left to you." Section Chief Xiao retired and left the scene.
Is this the impetuous genius writer Gu Lu? Professor Gao looked at him secretly, and he looked no different from ordinary people.
At the same time, Gu Lu was looking around from the corner of his eye.
"If you are interested, Teacher Xiao Gu can come to our major medical school." Associate Professor Gao said jokingly, "Our country is now peaceful and does not need saving."
Are you playing the joke that studying medicine can’t save the country? Gu Lu shook his head, "I don't have the talent to be a doctor."
"I hope this visit can bring some inspiration to all writers." Associate Professor Gao gave the volunteers a look.
The medical students helped guide Gu Lu. The five volunteers must have wanted to guide Gu Lu, but in a gentlemanly manner, they gave the opportunity to Bao Xing, the only female student.
Wang Jiao didn't agree. He was a Sigma man or something. He walked over quickly and led Gu Lu away.
Wang Jiao laughed to death when he received an angry look from the other party. He didn’t have many girlfriends, so why should he give up? Besides, thanks to Gu Lu's talent, he might get better grades in the final exam.
"Teacher Gu Lu, you still have a notebook with you?" Wang Jiao said.
"It will record some things," Gu Lu asked, "Isn't it inconvenient to carry around?"
"It's not very convenient." Wang Jiao nodded.
Guests do as they please, it must be the central rule, and Gu Lu will abide by it.
When a group of people enter the center, they need to wear hats, masks, shoe covers, and change into lab coats. Anyway, everyone's safety preparations are very detailed, and no hair can be exposed.
"Why is this?"
Gu Lu didn't ask, but he guessed in his heart that it was because things tend to stick to his hair. For example, it is difficult to remove the fishy smell from the hair of fish vendors. Judging from this example, the hair should be easier for dirt to adhere to.
From the air shower room we finally arrived at the SPF Animal Experiment Center. The English abbreviation sounds very lofty, but the original Chinese name is "Specific Pathogen Sterile Experimental Animal Experiment Center", which is also lofty.
"Our center has currently obtained the "Experimental Animal Production License", and the instruments and facilities are relatively advanced in the country."
"The main direction is to conduct research on the efficacy, potency and toxicity of drugs. ”
Under the introduction of Associate Professor Gao, Gu Lu and others knew a little bit about it. Currently, the experimental animals produced by the center include rabbits and rats.
KM mice are suitable for basic medical and toxicology research. SD rats are suitable for physiological and genetic research. Nude mice are suitable for human tumor xenografts and immunology.
The characteristics of mice are different, and the research on adaptation is also different.
"The white mice have been used for experiments since they were born, and..." Li Guangshu hesitated.
"Teacher Li, do you think these mice are pitiful?" Bao Xing asked.
"One thing is that the mission of being born is to die. The life of a rat is useless to them." Li Guangshu looked sad and full of emotion. It's normal. Those who write stream-of-consciousness works must have very keen feelings.
“If we don’t use mice to test drugs, what should we use?” Bao Xing asked, and continued, “The effects are all beneficial to humans. The only thing our experiment can do is provide utilization and Accuracy. "
"What you feel should be the pain you imagine, not what a white mouse feels." Gu Lu said, "A white mouse will feel pain, but the mouse is useless. Too many. "
As soon as Li Guangshu retorted, he was attracted by Gu Lu's last sentence.
“Take this little white mouse as an example. Does it have a name?” Gu Lu pointed to the nearest mouse.
"No," Associate Professor Gao said, "The white mice cannot have names. There is definite research, and if they have names, they will be given special care, so there are only numbers."
"Then I'll call one Xiaolu, let's Assuming that Xiaolu’s intelligence is not enough to think for the rest of his life, do you think Xiaolu would be willing to improve his intelligence?” Gu Lu asked.
Eh? The problem?
If the intelligence is improved, then the mice will know that their situation is painful.
"I definitely don't want to, I don't want to anyway." Bao Xing replied.
"You should be willing. After all, it's better to have wisdom and know how you died than not knowing." Wang Jiao responded.
Li Guangshu said, "I can't choose. As a deer, this choice is too painful. When I have this choice, it is painful."
The volume of everyone's communication is relatively controlled, too. So as not to scare the animals.
"The questions raised by Teacher Xiao Gu are very interesting." Associate Professor Gao said with a smile, "If you know why and when you die, philosophy can be born. Philosophy is death and rehearsal. If Let the IQ of the mice be high enough to conduct metaphysical research on the phenomenon of death."
Okay, everyone has a different answer to the question raised by Gu Lu.
Wang Jiao asked, "What about Teacher Xiao Gu?"
"I don't have an answer." Gu Lu said, "I think this topic is quite interesting, and I might have the opportunity to write a book."
" "Looking forward to it", "A book about guinea pigs?" "No wonder he became a writer, he is full of inspiration"... everyone said, with a hint of support.
If you think about it in your heart, don’t take it seriously.
Mainly because the writer "gets a chance", who knows when.
Also, although mice increase IQ, it is very debatable.
But if I want to write a book, I don’t seem to be that interested. After all, there are so many wild ideas in current science fiction novels.
This is what Gu Lu wanted, and it was thanks to Li Guangshu that he brought up this topic. But even if topics such as "guinea pigs" and "IQ" are not brought up, a visit to a major laboratory can still achieve the purpose.
Continue to visit the center, it will take more than an hour.
The visit ends here.
After leaving the SPF Experimental Animal Center and taking off his equipment, Gu Lu felt relieved.
The volunteers came next, asking Gu Lu for his signature one by one.
The movement attracted other students passing by, about twenty or thirty people surrounding them.
“This is so embarrassing.” Wang Jiao looked at the other writers in this batch, but there was no one around him. He thought about going to support him, so he went to Li Guangshu and others to ask for autographs.
This is really something only college students would do... Doesn't this make Li Guangshu and the others even more embarrassed?
"Teacher Gu Lu, have you finished the tour? Let me take you around the school." I don't know when Section Chief Xiao appeared again.
"Can I go shopping by myself?" Gu Lu requested.
"No problem, writers and teachers, please wait a moment." Section Chief Xiao went to the office and brought some small things.
The little thing has a map and a certificate.
The ID card is a pass, which is different from a student ID card. It does not require a photo. It is gray in color and should be specially prepared for visitors.
With the help of the certificate, you can enter and exit some places in the school that can only be entered by swiping a card.
“This side of the map is still under renovation, so writers and teachers should not go there.” Section Chief Xiao drew several ×’s on the map with a pen.
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The moment Gu Lu took over the certificate and map, there was movement in the synthesis sequence. As expected, it is a collection of short stories from the Cthulhu Mythos.
"Dagon", "Color of the Alien Stars", "Call of Cthulhu"...
Oh, it's the map that works. Or does the pass work? Or maybe it’s all, it doesn’t matter, this is an unexpected surprise!
Gu Lu took it calmly and thanked Section Chief Xiao.
Visit the major C campus...
To be honest, I kind of lost track of time.
When Gu Lu came to his senses, he quickly ended the event, said goodbye to Section Chief Xiao, and disbanded the writer team.
"Master, please hurry up. I'm in a hurry." As a Wudu native, Gu Lu certainly knew what this sentence meant, so he deliberately sat in the passenger seat and buckled his seat belt.
My brother glanced at the master, holding the steering wheel with one hand and resting the other hand on the shift lever.
"High school student? Is it impossible to win in tutoring? Don't worry, I won't make you late." As he spoke, Brother De started at zero frame and the vehicle accelerated!
Gu Lu felt an obvious push on his back.
"Thank you, Master."
They say that taxis in Fog City are yellow Ferraris, and that's absolutely true. At least Gu Lu was a little nervous when he saw cars weaving in and out of traffic on the somewhat congested road.
The guy who said, "Can you drive, don't even use the turn signal, are you a bad driver?" After overtaking, he would open the car window and say something rude to others.
The yellow stick refers to people who don’t know what to do and mess around.
However, in the dialect, there is also a word called "yellow stick but hard hand". People who don't know how to do things can sometimes have positive results. Simply put, it’s a novice sanctuary.
“What high school are you in?” I had time to chat while walking.
It can be considered that he drives seriously because he does not chat in the WeChat group. In 2013, WeChat was spreading and he basically used it.
"First year of high school." Gu Lu answered.
"Are your grades good? I have a niece who is also in high school and is about to take the college entrance examination." My brother said, "Hey, what do you think I should do? My grades are poor. I can't afford to get into a good school."
After thinking about it along the way, he arrived at where Gu Lu wanted to go in twenty-one minutes.
Fortunately, I am used to it. If an outsider experiences this, he will probably vomit.
Coming, Gu Lu came to Yuzhong Exhibition Center, panting.
The finals of the Wudu Model United Nations Conference were held here today.
There is a lot of people now, it seems that the game is over, it seems to be late.
I'll invite Zhou Lin to have a nice meal later, otherwise this matter won't go through, Gu Lu thought.
Slowly approaching, Gu Lu saw the students from No. 8 Middle School being surrounded. Zhou Lin had a look on her face, and she undoubtedly won.
“We just found your information, classmate. You were admitted to the No. 8 Middle School with a score of 741. You became the president of the Model United Nations Club in your first year of high school. Now you lead the No. 8 Middle School to win the first place in the Fog City Model United Nations Conference. "What do you want to say?" a reporter from Wudu Daily asked tonight's protagonist Zhou Lin.
Gu Lu approached from the left, but the classmates who were dealing with reporters did not notice him. He approached slowly and thoughtfully.
Yes, the strange girl is really powerful. The goal of becoming the Secretary-General of Global Model United Nations is unrealistic, but we are really making progress step by step.
What to say? Gu Lu thought of the strange girl's many heroic words, what would she say today?
Gu Lu waited to hear Zhou Lin’s ambitions.
"No matter what I say, it will be in the newspaper, right?" Zhou Lin asked first.
This question is too broad, Gu Lu thought.
Wudu Daily reporter responded affirmatively: "If the answer is not particularly strange, it will definitely be reported to the newspaper."
“One of the topics in the Model United Nations competition is [The establishment of the United Nations Environment Conference in 2012 and the formulation of international environmental laws].” Zhou Lin said, “Protect the world’s environment. China is a part of the world, and China is a part of the Fog City. So maintaining the environment of the foggy city is to protect the world.”
“Our foggy city is close to the Yangtze River, and many people will go to the Yangtze River to play, but they will leave a lot of garbage when they leave.” Zhou Lin said, “We can. Can’t we publicize more about protecting the Yangtze River? Although I know there is [Operation Qingjiang] and there are many volunteers to clean up, but prevention is better than cleaning up afterward, right?”
“…” The reporter from Wudu Daily didn’t expect it at all. The freshman girl across from me would say this, but after all she had seen strong winds and waves, she immediately responded, "Yes, it is indeed what everyone should do to protect the environment of the Yangtze River."
"Yes, I hope that can be done. Promote more." Zhou Lin nodded, "To reduce the work of volunteers, it is best not to need volunteers in the future."
The Wudu Daily reporter asked again, "In addition, what else do you want to say, classmate? ”
"No more." Zhou Lin said, "If we talk about other things, the attention of this matter in the report will be distracted."
I didn't expect, I didn't expect that Zhou Lin would still remember it.
It was a junior high school reunion a year ago. Zhao Juan said that she was very tired as a Qingjiang volunteer.
Zhao Juan also shared the volunteers’ experiences that some tourists threw them directly in front of them. At that time, Zhou Lin said that she would propose this matter when I became the Secretary-General of the Model United Nations.
I don’t know if Zhao Juan was serious at that time, but Gu Lu didn’t pay much attention to it anyway.
"Keep your word, the strange girl is a man!" Gu Lu underestimated in his heart.
After the interview for more than ten minutes, Zhou Lin said, "Actually, we can win the championship because all members of our club have contributed. None of them can be missing! Classmate Wang Mingjing collected a very complete set of information and prepared enough ammunition for us. Min Xing The classmate’s opening statement was very sharp..."
Zhou Lin praised her classmate and then said, "Of course I am also very good, but the newspaper report must not just mention my name."
Be loyal and show off together.
The reporter from "Fog City Daily" left and Zhou Lin's smiling face fell.
"Let me go, this matter is not over yet." Zhou Lin muttered viciously.
It is self-evident who she is talking about.
Gu Lu couldn't hear the muttering clearly. He took two steps closer to say hello, "Congratulations, you deserve the first place."
(End of Chapter)