The next day.
In the morning, in his bedroom.
Dong dong. His mother was knocking on the door.
"Little Ye, wake up!"
"Got it, Mom."
"Hurry up, you still have to report to Peking University today!"
"I'm up, I'm up. I'm getting dressed."
"I'm going to work with your dad. Do your best."
Dong. The sound of the door closing came from outside. His parents had left.
Zhang Ye stretched his back and went to the bathroom outside to wash up. He changed into a more casual suit and did not dress so rigidly. Not long after, he also went out the door.
......
Today was the 2nd of January.
Some people were still on holiday, while others had already started work or started school.
For example, at Peking University, the local students or those who had relatives in Beijing who had returned home for the New Year were gradually returning to school. Students and teachers were walking in and out of the main entrance. Everyone had an aura that other normal university students lacked — confidence, or perhaps a little pride. It was no wonder. To be able to get into this officially ranked number one world-class university in the country, they were all the cream of the crop. Everyone had the right to be proud. Zhang Ye could be considered a graduate of a famous school. Beijing Broadcasting College — now known as Media College — was also one of the top educational institutions in the country. But compared to Peking University, it was really nothing. They were not even on the same level.
In front of him was Peking University.
And next to it was Tsinghua University.
In the past, when Zhang Ye was still in school, he would look up to it when he walked along Zhongguancun North Street. But now, he no longer had the awe and envy from before. This was because the current Zhang Ye was no longer who he used to be.
As he had not eaten breakfast, he was a little hungry. Zhang Ye looked around in the car and saw a small restaurant across the street that served breakfast. He got out of the car and went over. The restaurant was full, so Zhang Ye could only sit at an outdoor table outside.
The boss of the fried dough stick stall shouted over, "What do you want to eat?"
Zhang Ye did not hesitate. "Stir-fried liver and half a tray of buns."
"OK, coming right up," the boss said.
At another outdoor table, there were seven or eight university students seated. It was unknown whether they were from Peking University, Tsinghua University, or some other nearby university. This was a gathering of famous universities.
The fried liver arrived. Zhang Ye wore his sunglasses and started eating. He did not use a spoon. The traditional way of eating in old Beijing was to hold the bowl and slurp the fried liver. As for why, Zhang Ye did not know. He had eaten this way since he was young and was used to it. Well, although it was a little loud and not very elegant.
A few students were chatting over there.
Yao Mi bit on her youtiao and crossed her legs. "We really chose the wrong elective this time. Don't you think we're stupid? Why did we have to choose 'Appreciation of the Classics' as an elective?"
Li Ying also said gloomily, "That's right. Back then, we thought that the appreciation of famous works would be easy. At least compared to the other courses, we have read the Four Great Classical Novels and some classical literature. Even if we haven't read them, we have watched TV dramas. At least we have some understanding of them. That's why taking this elective course would be much easier. But who knew that our Professor Wang's health would be so poor? The semester is almost over, and many of the other elective courses are already preparing for exams. This semester, he hadn't even attended "Appreciation of the Classics" a few times. He hadn't learned anything, and he didn't even know what the exam was. How was he supposed to pass? I don't think any of us can get this credit. If we can't pass, we'll have to change electives next semester. What a waste of this semester! "
His younger brother, Li Li, smiled bitterly. "You can't blame Professor Wang. Professor Wang's diabetes has worsened. I heard that he is still in the hospital. It's quite serious."
Li Ying smacked his lips and said, "But we still need to find a substitute teacher!"
Yao Mi blinked and said, "I heard that the school is looking for one, but they haven't found a suitable candidate."
"There are so many famous teachers in the country, so why isn't anyone choosing?" Li Ying asked.
Yao Mi said, "There are a lot of people who like to come to Peking University to teach. Even if it's just a substitute teaching elective course, it's still an honor. But it seems like even our Chinese department's President Wu doesn't like them. She feels that they don't have the ability, so it's been delayed until now. Indeed, the classics have already been taught too much by others. The TV dramas have also stopped airing. Basically everyone knows the intricacies of literature, so they can't teach anything new. It's only our Professor Wang who can do it, so it's not easy to find a suitable candidate. What kind of place is our Peking University? It's the number one educational institution in the country. Most teachers would not be allowed to enter. The school has to strive for excellence, or else it wouldn't be called Peking University. "
Li Ying stroked his unshaven mustache. "They are striving for excellence, but it's hard on us. They should at least arrange for a substitute teacher to explain the exam content to us!"
Li Li said, "Who knows, they might just pass all of us."
"Dream on. It might be possible in other schools, but how can it be possible in Peking University?" Yao Mi scoffed. "Don't think about such a good thing. Even if there is an objective reason, the school will not give us the green light. At most, they will relax the exam requirements. But even if they relax, they will only have two lessons in a semester. How can we pass that? Besides, those were lessons from a few months ago. I've already forgotten what Professor Wang taught! "
"Me too."
"Hai, hurry up and get a lecturer."
After the few of them finished discussing this, they moved on to other topics.
Zhang Ye, who was eating breakfast by the side, pricked his ears. These were Peking University students? "Appreciation of the Classics" class? The lecturer was hospitalized due to diabetes? He didn't even attend classes for the entire semester? Zhang Ye suddenly understood a lot. No wonder Wu Zeqing had invited him to teach at Peking University after chatting for about an hour when she saw him on the plane. So it was because they were in a desperate situation. The elective exams were coming up, but the students hadn't even attended any classes, so she invited Zhang Ye to save the day!
She really thinks highly of this bro!
Not bad, you've found the right person!
Zhang Ye did not dare to talk about other things, but talking about classical classics was his forte. Zhang Ye had brought "Analysis of the Three Kingdoms" from his previous world. Wasn't it very well received in this world? Thinking of this, Zhang Ye, who was originally lacking in confidence in his teaching abilities, immediately felt reassured. If President Wu had thrown Zhang Ye to teach about contemporary literature, he really would not be confident. This was because he had not read most of the literary novels or poems of today. He had never even heard of them, so it would naturally be difficult. He could not teach them, but classical literature was different. This world's Four Great Classics were still around, like "Classic of Mountains and Seas", "Analects of Confucius", and even the foreign "Bible" were still around. These were all works that had a great impact on the world. The game ring could not change these backgrounds, or else the development of culture and even the world's structure would be greatly affected. The world would not be what it was now.
Having accidentally learned the inside story from a few Peking University students, Zhang Ye was very happy and relaxed. After eating and drinking his fill, he got up to drive and entered the campus. He did not choose to walk, as the campus was very spacious. Even a public bus would have to go around four to five stops before it could complete one round.
In the campus.
Zhang Ye called Wu Zeqing. Du, du, du. After three rings, the call connected.
"Hello, President Wu, I'm here."
"So early?"
"Yea, I said I would come a little earlier. Then I'll take a walk around the school first?"
"We are about to have a meeting, but … why don't we do it this way? It's just right for you to participate. Come directly to the Chinese department's campus. There's a small flower bed on the east side of the man-made lake. You should be able to find it. I'll get someone to pick you up." Wu Zeqing's voice was still very dignified.
Zhang Ye loved listening to her speak, "Alright, I'll be there right away."
He first arrived near the flower bed. The car was not allowed to enter, so it could only stop nearby.
… …
Peking University.
Chinese department, West 2nd Floor, 6th floor.
This was a small conference room. At a long table, there were more than a dozen Chinese department leaders and professors around. Normal lecturers were not qualified to participate in this meeting.
Wu Zeqing, who was wearing a pair of white casual trousers and a light yellow suit, was sitting at the head of the table. She smiled as she hung up the phone. She even adjusted her cell phone and placed it on the conference table. It was parallel to the fountain pen she placed on top of it. There was almost no difference. "He's here."
A middle-aged man sighed, "President Wu's network is really good. She has finally patched up this wall."
Another old man, who was bowing his head, said, "He's finally here. The students have been complaining for the past two months."
A middle-aged man wearing a suit said, "That's right. If there's no lecturer to fill in the gaps, our 'Appreciation of the Classics' elective course will probably not be able to continue next year."
The three people who spoke were:
Chang Kaige — Chinese department's Dean.
Yan Jiantao — Chinese department's most senior professor. He was also the face of the Chinese department. Many people applied for the Chinese department because of Professor Yan's reputation.
Zhen Shuquan — Chinese department's secretary. He was the department's leader in name, but he did not have much power. He was in charge of government affairs. His qualifications and prestige could not be compared to Professor Yan Jiantao.
These three people were probably the main leaders of Peking University's Chinese department.
Wu Zeqing asked, "How's Professor Wang's health?"
Yan Jiantao sighed, "I went to the hospital yesterday. My body is gradually recovering, but I definitely can't teach anymore. I had a chat with Old Wang, and he said that he wants to retire."
Wu Zeqing nodded, "It's more important to recuperate. Professor Wang has been at the forefront of education for so many years at his age. It's not easy. I think we should give our department's full professor title to Professor Wang. I'll report it to the higher-ups and try to get it approved within a month. Does anyone have any objections?"
"No objections."
"It's only right."
"Definitely no objections."
More than a dozen people from the Chinese department nodded.
Be it Associate Professor Wang's qualifications or the special treatment, no one could refute this decision. Besides, they could not refute anything President Wu had decided on. Wu Zeqing was Peking University's Vice President. She was in charge of the Chinese department and three or four other key departments. She was the leader of everyone present.
The department's secretary, Zhen Shuquan, suddenly said, "President Wu, which professor will be the lecturer this time?"
Chang Kaige said, "I heard that Renmin University's Professor Sun has retired? His standard in the field of classical literature research is quite good in the country. Did President Wu invite Old Sun? "
Yan Jiantao was stunned and shook his head, "Old Sun can't possibly come. He's a child of Renmin University. He has dedicated his entire teaching career there."
Zhen Shuquan also frowned, "Professor Sun? It can't be him, right? "
Wu Zeqing smiled as she took a sip of her tea, "I did not look for Professor Sun. I acknowledge his teaching qualifications, but he is not suitable for the course 'Appreciation of the Classics'. He is too conventional, and his teaching characteristics are not attractive to students. There's also Professor Chen whom Old Chang recommended previously. I've also looked into him, but I did not look for him. I've seen Professor Chen's literary research papers, and they are very outstanding. However, in terms of eloquence and teaching ability, I don't think Professor Chen is suitable. He can write, but he can't speak.
Oh?
Professor Sun is not suitable?
Even Professor Chen is not suitable?
Isn't this too demanding?
Yan Jiantao said, "Then who did you find?"
Wu Zeqing calmly looked at her watch, "You'll know when he comes. I think this person is the most suitable to teach this elective class. And in my personal opinion, from the interest of teaching, from the characteristics of the lectures, from the standard of literature and education, there is no one more suitable than him in the country for the subject 'Appreciation of the Classics'."
Chang Kaige, Zhen Shuquan and company looked at each other.
The other professors and lecturers from the Chinese Department were also curious.
No one was more suitable than him? Wasn't President Wu's evaluation too high? Who was it? Which professor? Sea Turtle? Or was he poached from some famous school?
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Dong Dong. A school administrative staff said from outside, "President Wu, he's here."
"Come in." Wu Zeqing revealed an elegant smile.
The door opened. The staff member extended his hand and looked outside. "After you."
The next moment, Zhang Ye walked into the conference room, "President Wu."
The moment they saw Zhang Ye, everyone, other than Wu Zeqing, was dumbfounded! Who was this? Why was he so young? He was only in his early twenties, right?
Among them, someone recognized him!
"Zhang Ye?"
"Isn't that the lecturer for 'Lecture Room'?"
Some people did not know him, but they were all academics. Zhang Ye's reputation in Beijing was rather high, so everyone knew him the moment they heard his name!
"It's him?"
"Isn't he doing a talk show in Shanghai?"
Zhang Ye's appearance made Chang Kaige, Zhen Shuquan and company feel a little dizzy. They could not react in time!
Wu Zeqing ignored the uproar and said calmly to Zhang Ye, "Teacher Little Zhang, introduce yourself to everyone." Zhang Ye introduced himself.
Zhang Ye introduced himself. Actually, there was no need for him to introduce himself. Everyone was no stranger to him. After all, he was different from these professors who were purely academic. Zhang Ye was a celebrity. He had a lot of exposure. Even Professor Yan Jiantao, who did not even know how to use a computer, knew who Zhang Ye was. He even knew that he was a literary hooligan. In the literary circles, Zhang Ye was notorious!
Following that, Wu Zeqing got Zhang Ye to sit down and took the initiative to introduce the people present to him.
The people present stared at each other for a long time. Some wiped their sweat, some facepalmed, some looked speechlessly at the ceiling. They all had different expressions!
It was actually him!
Why did President Wu invite this damn hooligan!?
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