Chapter 279 A real man!

Chapter 279 A real man!

Chapter 279 A real man!
"Why didn't you sign up before? Teacher Tie and Teacher Mo are so famous." asked Associate Professor Gao from the laboratory.

He is in his fifties, and has long known Tie Ning and Mo Huaiqi. In the work "Stupid Flower", Xiang Xi died in a manure pit, and Associate Professor Gao still remembers it vividly. If he were a student, he would definitely choose the more famous one.

The fact is quite the opposite. Two weeks ago, the first batch of applicants had 9 people, and this time the second batch had 36 people. Although only five people were selected in the end, the enthusiasm was not of the same order of magnitude, so the professor was curious.

"Gu Lu is also very famous." Wang Jiao was the most talkative volunteer, so he spoke first.

The other students also nodded in agreement, especially one classmate whose parents kept mentioning Gu Lu, who was a child of another family.

Associate Professor Gao seemed to have come to his senses and asked tentatively, "So you think Gu Lu is more famous than Tie Ning, Mo Huaiqi, Editor-in-Chief Xiao and others?"

Editor-in-Chief Xiao is the editor-in-chief of Literary Gazette. He is an expert in Chinese literature and a famous literary critic. However, Xiao is more inclined to research and is much worse than Yu Xinyao in literary criticism.

I have previously introduced Literary and Art Newspaper when I interviewed Gu Lu, so I will not go into details here. In summary, the first batch of people are all people who can give lectures at major literary colleges, while Gu Lu seems to be a little lacking.

The students responded in a flurry.

"I can't say he's more famous. Teacher Tie Ning and Teacher Mo Huaiqi seem superior, but Gu Lu is closer."

"If we go to Gu Lu for an autograph, can we get a discount on the book?"

"What are you thinking about? Can you be more practical? I want an autograph, so I'll hang it up. Young China, please bless me so that I don't fail the exam!"

"Maybe it's because we're from Foggy City. I heard people say online that Gu Lu is talented in writing, but he's just an ordinary kid in normal life, and he gets angry easily."

The young people were talking.

Hearing this, Associate Professor Gao grasped the key information and asked with interest: "You get angry easily, tell me what's going on!"

The person who said this was Bao Xing, a female junior. She shared, "In Gu Lu's post, it said that once..."

There is a traitor, definitely there is a traitor.

If Gu Lu knew about this, he would definitely tell netizens not to be too outrageous and to be careful about what they are doing.

Star writers, who enjoy greater popularity, will certainly also have to bear the impact in this regard.

The place to be visited by the Federation of Literary and Art Circles’ activity is the SPF Experimental Animal Center where Associate Professor Gao works, and the volunteers are all classmates from the medical school.

Section Chief Xiao of the reception center was leading people to the center. It was still a few minutes away, after all, the campus covered 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 specifically.

"That's our CUHK basketball club," said Section Chief Xiao. "Our school has 126 clubs, including 109 school-level clubs and 17 college-level clubs."

Most colleges and universities have clubs, but it is rare for high schools like No. 8 Middle School to have clubs, at least in the southwest. It should be more common in big cities like Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen.

Why are you introducing all this to me? Gu Lu didn't understand, so he could only respond perfunctorily.

"If there is a chance for our school team to play against the No. 8 Middle School team," said Section Chief Xiao, "it should be a very exciting match."

What nonsense are you talking about?
Gu Lu looked at Section Chief Xiao in surprise.

"It is said that the basketball teams of two colleges in Neon want to have a friendly match." Section Chief Xiao praised, "I really want to know what level the No. 8 Middle School basketball team is at. They are so famous abroad."

Section Chief Xiao is a typical person who only knows one side of the story, but adults really don't pay attention to the effects produced by neon two-dimensional technology.

"…Is Japanese High School crazy?" Gu Lu was speechless when college students bullied high school students.

As we were talking, we arrived at our destination.

Called ahead and was still met outside the center.

One professor leads five students.

Then, Section Chief Xiao introduced the two parties as a middleman.

"Professor Gao, Teacher Gu Lu and the other writer teachers are now left to you." Section Chief Xiao retired after accomplishing his mission and left the scene.

Is this the talented writer Gu Lu who gets angry easily? Professor Gao looked at him secretly, and he looked no different from an ordinary person.

At the same time, Gu Lu was looking around out of the corner of his eye.

"If you are interested, you can come and take the entrance exam for our School of Medicine." Associate Professor Gao said jokingly, "Our country is peaceful now and does not need to be saved."

Did you play 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 the writers." Associate Professor Gao gave the volunteers a look.

The medical students helped to act as a guide. The five volunteers definitely wanted to guide Gu Lu, but they behaved like gentlemen and gave the opportunity to the only female student, Bao Xing.

Wang Jiao refused to agree. He was Sigma's man. He walked over quickly and took Gu Lu away.

Wang Jiao laughed to death after getting a glare from the other party. He thought that if he gave in, he wouldn't have another girlfriend, so why should he give in? Besides, if he took advantage of Gu Lu's talent, he would get better grades in the final exam.

"Teacher Gu Lu, you are carrying a notebook with you?" Wang Jiao said.

"I will record some things," Gu Lu asked, "Is it inconvenient to carry?"

"It's not very convenient." Wang Jiao nodded.

The guest should follow the host's wishes, so Gu Lu will definitely abide by the rules of the center.

When entering the center, everyone needs to wear hats, masks, shoe covers, and change into lab coats. Anyway, everyone's safety preparations are very detailed, and not a single hair can be exposed.

"Why?"

Gu Lu didn't ask, but he guessed that it was because hair was easy to get things stuck to it. For example, the fish smell of fish vendors' hair was hard to remove, so judging from this example, hair should be more likely to get dirty.

From the air shower room, we finally arrived at the SPF Animal Experiment Center. The English abbreviation sounds very impressive, but the original Chinese name is "Specific Pathogens Sterile Laboratory Animal Experiment Center", which is also impressive.

"Our center has obtained the Laboratory Animal Production License, and our instruments and facilities are among the most advanced in the country."

"The main direction is to study the efficacy, potency and toxicity of drugs."

After Associate Professor Gao's introduction, Gu Lu and others learned a little bit. The experimental animals currently produced by the center include rabbits and mice.

KM mice are suitable for basic medicine 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, so the research on their adaptation also varies.

"Mice are born for experiments, and..." Li Guangshu hesitated to speak.

"Teacher Li, do you feel pity for these little white mice?" Bao Xing asked.

"One thing is that their mission after birth 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 be very sensitive.

"If we don't use mice to test drugs, then what should we use?" Bao Xing asked, and continued, "The results are all beneficial to humans. The only thing our experiment can do is to provide utilization and accuracy."

"You should be feeling the pain you imagine, not the feelings of the mouse." Gu Lu said, "The mouse will feel pain, but you are overthinking about the mouse's useless life."

Li Guangshu had just refuted twice when he was attracted by Gu Lu's last sentence.

"Take this little white mouse for example, does it have a name?" Gu Lu pointed at the mouse closest to him.

"No," Associate Professor Gao said, "Mice cannot have names. If they have a name, they will be given special care if they are given a specific research, so they are only numbered."

"Then I'll name it Little Deer. Let's assume that the little deer's intelligence is not enough to think about the rest of its life. Do you think the little deer would be willing to improve its intelligence?" Gu Lu asked.

Eh? This question?

If intelligence is improved, then the mice will know that their situation is painful.

"Of course I don't want to. I don't want to do it anyway." Bao Xing replied.

"I should be willing. After all, it is better to have the wisdom to know how you died than to die in obscurity." Wang Jiao responded.

Li Guangshu said, "I can't choose. As a fawn, this choice is too painful. When this choice comes, it is painful."

The volume of people's conversations is relatively controlled to avoid scaring the animals.

"The question raised by Professor Xiao Gu is very interesting." Associate Professor Gao said with a smile, "Knowing why and when we die can give rise to philosophy. Philosophy is a rehearsal for death. If the IQ of mice is high enough, we can 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 Gu?"

"I don't have an answer." Gu Lu said, "I think this topic is very interesting. I have the opportunity to write a book."

“Looking forward to it,” “A book about mice?” “No wonder he became a writer, he has rich inspiration.”... Everyone was talking about this, with a tone of flattery.

I don’t take my inner thoughts seriously.

It’s mainly about the writer’s “opportunity”, god knows when that will be.

Also, although the IQ of the mice increased, it is very controversial.

But if I were to write a book, I don’t seem to be that interested. After all, there are so many fantastic ideas in current science fiction novels.

This was exactly what Gu Lu wanted, and it was thanks to Li Guangshu that he brought up this topic. But even if he didn't bring up topics like "little white mice" and "IQ", visiting the major laboratory would have achieved his goal.

Continue to tour the center, estimated to be more than an hour.

The tour ends here.

Only after leaving the SPF Experimental Animal Center and taking off all the equipment on his body did Gu Lu feel relieved.

Next came the volunteers, who came one by one to ask Gu Lu for his autograph.

The noise attracted other passing students, and about twenty or thirty people gathered around.

"This is awkward." Wang Jiao looked at the other writers in this batch, and there was no one around him. He thought he would just show his support, so he went to find 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." Section Chief Xiao showed up again at some point.

"Can I go shopping by myself?" Gu Lu asked.

"No problem, please wait a moment, writers and teachers." Section Chief Xiao went to the office and brought back some small things.

The small items include a map and a certificate.

The certificate is an entry and exit pass, which is different from a student ID. It does not require a photo and is gray in color. It should be specially prepared for visitors.

With the help of the ID, you can enter and exit some places in the school that require swiping a card.

"The map is still under repair, so writers and teachers should not go there." Section Chief Xiao drew a few Xs on the map with a pen.

[New Mythology] [Best Writer of Classical Horror Novels] [I.AM.PROVIDENCE] Transformed into the Book of the Dead

Details: When you open the Book of the Dead, a different world comes to you, with the Old Ones, evil gods, self-immolations, the living dead, and the resurrected...

When Gu Lu took the documents and the map, the synthesis sequence started to move. As expected, it was a collection of short stories from the Cthulhu Mythos.

"Dagon", "Alien Colors", "Call of Cthulhu"...

Awesome! Was it the map that worked? Or the pass? Or maybe both? It doesn’t matter. This is a pleasant surprise!

Gu Lu took it calmly and thanked Section Chief Xiao.

Visit the C campus of China University of Political Science and Law...

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 writers' team.

"Master, please hurry up. I'm in a hurry." As a native of the Fog City, Gu Lu certainly knew what this sentence meant, so he sat in the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt.

The taxi driver took a glance, held the steering wheel with one hand and the other on the gear lever.

"High school student? Can't you handle the tutoring? Don't worry, I will definitely not let you be late." As he said that, the taxi driver started at zero frame and the vehicle accelerated!
Gu Lu felt a distinct push on his back.

"Thank you, Master."

They say that taxis in the foggy city are yellow Ferraris, and that's true. At least Gu Lu was a little nervous when he saw the vehicles weaving in and out of traffic on the congested road.

"Do you know how to drive? You didn't even turn on the turn signal. Are you a yellow stick driver?" The taxi driver opened the car window and said this to others after overtaking.

The yellow stick refers to people who don’t know what they are doing and do things recklessly.

However, there is a phrase in the local dialect called "yellow stick hands are hard", which means that people who don't know how to do things sometimes have positive effects. In short, it is a protection zone for novices.

"What high school are you in?" The taxi driver had time to chat while driving.

He was considered to be a serious driver, as he did not chat in any WeChat group chats. In 2013, WeChat was gaining popularity and almost everyone was using it.

"First year of high school." Gu Lu replied.

"Are your grades good? I have a niece who is also in high school and will take the college entrance exam soon." The taxi driver said, "Well, what do you say? Her grades are bad. She can't get into a good school."

He kept muttering to himself along the way, and in twenty-one minutes he arrived at the place where Gu Lu wanted to go.

Fortunately, I'm used to it. If outsiders were to experience this, they would probably vomit.

Here it comes, Gu Lu arrived at Yuzhong Exhibition Center, panting.

The final of the Fog City Model United Nations Conference was held here today.

There's a lot of noise now, it looks like the game is over, and it seems like we're late.

I'll invite Zhou Lin to have a good meal later, otherwise this matter will not be acceptable, Gu Lu thought.

Slowly approaching, Gu Lu saw the students from No. 8 Middle School who were surrounded by him. Zhou Lin had a smug look on his face, and he was undoubtedly the winner.

"We have just checked your information. You were admitted to No. 741 Middle School with points. You became the president of the Model United Nations Club in your first year of high school. Now you have led No. Middle School to win the first place in the Fog City Model United Nations Conference. Do you have anything to say?" A reporter from Fog City Daily asked tonight's protagonist Zhou Lin.

Gu Lu approached from the left, and the students who were dealing with the reporters didn't notice him. He approached slowly and stealthily.

Yes, the girl with super strength is really amazing. The goal of becoming the Secretary-General of the Global Model United Nations is unrealistic, but she is really moving forward step by step.

What to say? Gu Lu thought of the many bold words of the super-powered girl, what will 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 a bit too broad, Gu Lu thought.

The reporter from Fog City Daily answered affirmatively: "If the answer is not particularly strange, it will definitely be reported."

"There is a topic in the Model United Nations competition: [The United Nations Environment Assembly was established in 2012, and the formulation of international environmental laws]," Zhou Lin said. "Protect the world environment. China is part of the world, and Fog City is part of China, so maintaining the environment of Fog City is protecting the world."

"Our city is next to the Yangtze River, and many people go there to play. But when they leave, they leave a lot of garbage behind," Zhou Lin said. "Can we promote the protection of the Yangtze River? Although I know there is a [Clear River Action] and many volunteers go to clean up, it's better to prevent it than to clean up after it happens, right?"

"..." The reporter from Fog City Daily never expected that the high school girl across from him would talk about this, but after all, she had experienced many ups and downs, so she immediately responded, "Yes, protecting the Yangtze River environment is indeed what everyone should do."

"Yes, I hope we can promote it more." Zhou Lin nodded, "It would be best if we could reduce the workload of volunteers and not need them in the future."

The Fog City Daily reporter asked again, "Besides this, do you have anything else to say, classmate?"

"No more." Zhou Lin said, "If we talk about other things, the attention of this incident will be distracted in the report."

I really didn’t expect it, I really didn’t expect that Zhou Lin actually still remembered 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 what the volunteers had seen, that some tourists threw trash right in front of them. Zhou Lin then said, "I'll propose this when I become the Secretary-General of the Model United Nations."

I don’t know whether Zhao Juan was serious at that time, but Gu Lu didn’t care much about it anyway.

"You keep your word, this girl with super strength is a real man!" Gu Lu underestimated her.

After more than ten minutes of interview, Zhou Lin said, "In fact, all members of our club have contributed to our winning the championship. No one can be missing! Wang Mingjing collected very comprehensive information and prepared sufficient ammunition for us. Min Xing's opening statement was very sharp..."

Zhou Lin praised her classmates and then said, "Of course I am also very good. But the newspaper report must not only write my name."

Be loyal and stand out together.

Zhou Lin's smug smile fell only after the reporter from Fog City Daily left.

"You stood me up, and this matter is not over yet." Zhou Lin muttered viciously.

It was obvious who she was talking about.

Gu Lu couldn't hear the muttering anymore. He took two steps closer and greeted, "Congratulations, you deserve the first place."

(End of this chapter)