Friday.
In the morning.
The alarm rang. Zhang Ye rubbed his eyes and got up to wash up. He said to the living room, "Mom, what are we eating for breakfast? I'm not working this morning. "
His mother asked, "Are you resting?"
Zhang Ye applied the toothpaste foam, "Yes."
"There are only leftovers at home. Let's just make do with it," his mother said.
Zhang Ye said absent-mindedly, "Sure, anything is fine."
After breakfast, Zhang Ye kept looking at his watch.
His father wondered, "What are you doing?"
Zhang Ye smiled. "It's fine. I'm just waiting for the time."
His mother thought of something. "Have you seen the news? It's said that the textbooks for primary and secondary schools across the country are going to be revised. Will you be included in the Chinese textbooks? Can you do it? "
Zhang Ye threw up his hands. "How would I know?"
His father was also very concerned and said, "Why don't you ask?"
"I can't ask." Zhang Ye shook his head. "I can still find out about the voting process for the highest literary award, but I can't even find out about the specifics of the revision of the teaching materials. That's an internal matter of the Education Department. There are also educators from all walks of life participating in it, so how could I possibly have a say in it?"
His father sighed. "I don't think there's a chance."
His parents also knew that the revision of the teaching materials was a big deal. Even the Big Dipper of the literary world, who had the best reputation in the country, was not someone they could casually appear in public. The importance and sensitivity of such a matter clearly far exceeded the selection of the Yanhong Literary Prize and the Qilu Literature Prize. Any name or essay of a person that was selected would cause a huge discussion and far-reaching impact in the education world and even society.
It was 7: 40.
Seeing this, Zhang Ye returned to his room and closed the door.
His studio's staff were waiting for a pie to drop from the sky, but Zhang Ye was prepared to fight for it. Through his connections? This was not his style. He had always preferred to be self-reliant!
Two choices:
Lucky Aura?
Or the Difficulty Adjustment Die?
Thinking about it, the latter was too precious. He only had one die left. Furthermore, the power of this die was too great. Be it lowering or increasing the difficulty, it was too heaven-defying. Furthermore, its duration was not fixed, just like an atomic bomb that could not be used easily. Therefore, the choice left to him was very simple. Although the Lucky Halo (Upgraded) could not compare to the Difficulty Adjustment Die in terms of power, its effects were more stable and dependable. It was more than enough to deal with such situations. Of course, it was not certain whether he would succeed or not. He just did what he had to do and tried his best.
Lucky Halo (Upgraded) activated!
His Reputation points were starting to deplete!
- 100000!
- 100000!
A halo appeared above his head.
Wave after wave, it spread out.
…
At this moment.
The experts continued to analyze the situation.
The netizens chimed in one after another.
The media also left some space for the headlines on the front page.
People from all walks of life had high hopes and expectations for the textbook recompilation this time. According to the survey, everyone was happy to see this positive educational reform and change, but as for the extent and depth of the textbook recompilation this time, perhaps no one knew, except for the members of the special team of the Ministry of Education who were in charge of this matter.
At an office of the Ministry of Education.
Three floors up.
In the conference room of the Chinese Language Textbook Recompilation Working Group.
"Old Qi, you're here?"
"Good morning, Dr. Chen."
"Are you sure today?"
"After dragging it out for so long, it's definitely going to happen."
"Look at the previous discussions. How are things going? How are we going to settle this?"
"Sigh, wasn't it the same in the past? Every time there's a textbook revision, our Chinese Literature team is always the busiest. There's no end to it. You participated in the revision eight years ago, right? Let's see if the leaders approve it or not. If it really doesn't work out, we'll still have to go through the voting process. "
"Yeah, look at the Mathematics and Physics teams. There's no resistance at all. How harmonious is it when they hold a meeting? Then look at our side. They're just short of flipping the table. "
"Scholars tend to despise each other, so there's a lot more at stake here."
"It's mainly because the people from Peking University and Tsinghua University are fighting it out."
"The people from Fudan University are also trying to smooth things over."
The meeting had not started yet, but people were gradually arriving.
The Chinese Literature team that was in charge of the textbook revision had mostly invited PhD professors from the Chinese departments of various famous universities, as well as related educators. There were also people from the Ministry of Education among them. The leader of the Chinese Literature team was a director from the Ministry of Education. He was a nice person who was very particular about his work.
Over there, a few people from Peking University arrived.
Not long after, Director Liu from the Ministry of Education also entered the room with a smile on his face. He was the person in charge of the revision of the Chinese Literature textbooks. Although he was smiling, Liu Quancheng was actually quite depressed on the inside. It had already been so many days, and the Mathematics, Physics, and English teams had basically finalized the revision, but they were still fighting over the important positions on the pages. Actually, the Chinese Literature team had already finalized about 80% of the revised content, but they were just short of the last 10% or so. No matter how hard they tried, they could not get it done. Everyone had their own ideas.
It's not easy to lead a team!
In the future, whoever wants to do this can do it!
Although that was what he thought, there were still a lot of things that Liu Quancheng could not say. Many of the people present were influential figures in the education world, and some of them were even teachers of Liu Quancheng's superiors. There were even some who were teachers of leaders who were even more senior than him. All of them in the room added up to more than 2000 years of age, so he had to be polite to anyone he met. Who knew who had the highest authority? The waters of the education world were too deep! So from the beginning, Liu Quancheng's thoughts were very simple. He did not want to offend anyone, so they could fight it out. He did not care.
An old pedant in his eighties from Peking University looked at him and said, "Little Liu, are we going to vote today?"
Liu Quancheng nodded and said, "Old Master Chu, I think it's better to vote on the safe side. There are only a dozen or so positions, so we have to decide on them no matter what."
This Old Master Chu was the Dean of Peking University's Chinese Department in the past, and later became the Vice President of Peking University. That was more than 40 years ago, and after he retired, the old master had always been in a semi-retired state. However, he had participated in some of the education department's reforms and policy-making in recent years. So when he addressed him as Little Liu, even a director like Liu Quancheng had to listen to him obediently.
Old Master Chu smacked his lips and said, "Why are we still voting? Since it's a reform, then we have to be heavy-handed. It's the world of the young now, so we have to show more care and concern to the young scholars. We have to let their articles shine in the Chinese textbooks. We can't always guard those who already have one foot in the grave. What's the point of that? Then what's the point of reforming? Oh yes, I think Zhang Ye is quite a good choice, don't you think? "
An old man from Renmin University said, "I disagree. That kid, Zhang Ye, is too impetuous. That 'Ode to Young China' can't be included, not even the excerpt."
"Do you think it's okay just because you say so?"
"It's not just me, but a lot of people don't agree."
"Who doesn't agree?"
"Just wait for Old Hu and the others to come!"
Fine!
The meeting had not even started and they were already fighting again!
Liu Quancheng sighed to himself.
Old Hu and the others were referring to some of the people from Tsinghua University's department. The reason why the previous meetings could not be decided was because the people from Tsinghua University and Peking University were quarreling too fiercely, especially over the topic that they had just mentioned. There were three articles in the running. One was Ji Hong's Changjiang, the other was Li Yucheng's Above the Storm, and the last one was Zhang Ye's Ode to Young China!
These three authors were from Tsinghua, Renmin, and Peking University respectively. The old comrades who were related to these three schools were in a heated argument. Later on, the old comrades from Fudan University also joined in to add fuel to the fire by supporting the Peking University people and agreeing to Zhang Ye's article being selected. When the people from Renmin University saw this, they changed their stance and supported Tsinghua University's Ji Hong's Changjiang instead.
Both sides held their own views and had about the same number of people, so this was also the most controversial area. Between Changjiang and Ode to Young China, there was a possibility that either one of them would be selected.
Liu Quancheng tried to smooth things over. "Teachers, let's wait for everyone to arrive before we vote. We'll start from the first grade Chinese textbooks and go through all the controversial areas one by one."
It was 7: 55 AM.
There were still five minutes before the official start of the ceremony.
A few of the old comrades from Renmin University kept looking at their watches as they waited for the people from Tsinghua University to arrive. The reason why these people from Renmin University were supporting the people from Tsinghua University was not because they had a good relationship with Tsinghua University, but because Lecture Room and Zhang Ye's Dream of the Red Chamber had offended Renmin University. So when Zhang Ye's article appeared on the first year's Chinese Literature section and they saw the people from Fudan University supporting the Peking University people, they felt that they could not let Zhang Ye win no matter what. That was why they turned around and supported Tsinghua University's article.
Why aren't they here yet?
What time is it already?
Two minutes later, not a single one of the old comrades from Tsinghua University showed up!
Everyone started looking at one another.
At this moment, the cell phone rang.
"Hello, Old He, where are you?"
"I'm at home."
"The meeting is starting soon!"
"I suddenly have a stomachache and can't make it."
"Ah?"
"Aiyo, I'll hang up. I'm going to squat a little longer."
Du du. The call ended.
Following that, another call was made to Liu Quancheng.
"Hello, Elder Chang?"
"Little Liu, has the meeting started yet?"
"Not yet, where are you?"
"Old Qing and I had just set off when we got stuck in traffic. We're on the viaduct. There's been an accident in front of us, so we can't move at all. The car isn't moving at all!"
Then another call came in.
"Professor Xu, you haven't gotten off the plane yet? Didn't you fly in from Shanghai at 5 AM? "
"I was just about to tell you. There were some passengers causing trouble on the plane, and with the delay, we had to make an emergency landing at Jinan Airport. We won't be able to take off anytime soon!"
"Ah? Emergency landing at Jinan? "
No one thought much of it when it was just a phone call.
But after five or six consecutive phone calls, everyone felt like they had seen a ghost!
Stomachache?
Traffic jam?
Forced landing of the plane?
The train was stopped due to a landslide?
All of the old comrades from Tsinghua University couldn't make it?
Holy shit! Could it be such a coincidence?
Do you people from Tsinghua University have to be so unlucky?!
Something happened to all of them?
Liu Quancheng was also stunned for a long time. "This …"
The people from Renmin University nearly vomited!
An old professor from Peking University said, "It's time, isn't it?"
Liu Quancheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Then let's hold a meeting and vote."
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