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... e said: Genius is one percent inspiration plus ninety-nine percent perspiration.

This sentence has shocked many people deeply, but few people know that there is a second half of this sentence: but the one percent inspiration is the most important, even more important than the ninety-nine percent sweat All important.

   In his last life, as a person who won the world's highest award, the Nobel Prize in Chemistry, at the age of 23, how could he be ordinary?

  In fact, he is a ...

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