The next day.
Winter had arrived. It was slightly cold.
However, the sun still gave him face. It was sunny.
For such an important day, Zhang Ye also woke up early. Today was his first day as a teacher, and also his first day of class. Naturally, he had to prepare. The moment he woke up, he took a shower and changed a few clothes. Finally, he decided to choose an ordinary suit. The color was rather plain, and it was not too eye-catching. After all, this was not a program, nor was he going on television. He was teaching students, so there was nothing wrong with dressing low-key. If not, people would gossip about him, and it would affect the quality of his teaching.
"Dad, how is it?" Zhang Ye asked his father.
His father took a look and nodded, "Yes, this is fine."
"What do you think, Mom?" Zhang Ye adjusted his suit.
His mother was serving breakfast when she looked up, "Alright, my son looks good in anything."
"Hur Hur, then I'll take this." Zhang Ye sat down and began eating, "Dad, Mom, I won't be washing the dishes in a while. I'll be leaving after eating. The department has just informed me that my class is at 9: 30 in the morning. If I'm late, I won't make it. There's a traffic jam at Zhongguancun at this time."
His mother threw two buns into his bowl, "Got it. There's no need for you to wash the dishes. Eat more, eat more. You have to perform well today. Earn some face for me and your dad!"
Zhang Ye smiled, "Alright."
His father looked at him, "Are you ready for class?"
"I'm ready. I've been busy until late at night." Zhang Ye said.
He had not slept enough. This was because he had done all the things he needed to do. All the newly accumulated Reputation points in the game ring had been used by Zhang Ye to buy a "Memory Search Capsule". It was used to recall his world's knowledge of "Dream of the Red Chamber". Of course, the main reference materials were naturally Wang Xinwu's novel and Lecture Room where he talked about "Dream of the Red Chamber". Old Wang was still an authority in the field of Redology. Although there was a lot of controversy, what he said was very novel. The angle he used was unexpected. This was also the reason why Zhang Ye, in his world, was very bored listening to others talk about "Dream of the Red Chamber" at length. It made him sleepy, but when he heard Old Wang talk about "Dream of the Red Chamber", he listened with relish. As a host, Zhang Ye placed great importance on the word "relish". After becoming a teacher, this had not changed for Zhang Ye. He had always believed that education and entertainment were inseparable. Entertainment was for better education and for better dissemination of education. He wanted to test this idea today.
… …
Peking University.
It was 8: 30.
As the car drove past the school gate, Zhang Ye realized that there were many people at Peking University today. He did not know if they were here to visit, but the crowd was all heading inside. Zhang Ye did not mind and drove straight into the Chinese department's campus. He parked in the faculty parking lot behind the building. He had not applied for a parking space, but since they were all friends, it did not matter. He randomly found a spot and parked the BMW in.
Just as he got out of the car, he met a familiar face.
A car with a mid-to-low-end car brand in this world opened the door. He saw Professor Zeng and a male teacher from the Chinese department that he met yesterday alight. The two of them were probably going the same way and had come together.
"Little Zhang."
"Teacher Little Zhang, you're here?"
The two of them greeted Zhang Ye with a smile.
Zhang Ye also took a few steps forward, "Professor Zeng, Teacher Yan."
Professor Zeng asked with concern, "How are your preparations?"
Zhang Ye said, "It's alright. I've already prepared for class."
Professor Zeng laughed, "I'm looking forward to it. I don't have a class in a while, so Old Yan and I are planning on attending your class. Do you welcome us?"
"That would be my honor." Zhang Ye smiled, "But don't say that you're going to attend my class. You're making me nervous. The two of you are going to test the results of my lecture. If there's anything wrong with what I say, I'll need the two of you to point it out for me."
Professor Zeng pointed at him, "Don't be so humble. In this field, you are the master. Old Yan and I are not qualified to point fingers. Besides, you're nervous? I think you're quite relaxed. "
Teacher Yan was also amused, "Teacher Little Zhang, you've been on television for so long. You've also done many live broadcasts. I've never seen you nervous in such a big situation. How can you be nervous in a big class? Look at you, you're clearly very confident. This is a sign of confidence."
As they chatted, the few of them went to the teacher's office.
There were a few offices. Zhang Ye and Professor Zeng were in the same office area, but as a professor, he had his own office. As for Zhang Ye, as a new lecturer, he could only sit in the partition area. The desk left for him was by the window. Of course, the partition of the desks here was different from those in the company. Every lecturer's desk was very spacious, about 7-8 meters wide. The spacing was not that tight. This was also the reason why there were not many lecturers in Peking University. Anyone who could sit here, even if they were a normal lecturer or an inconspicuous teacher, would be the cream of the crop in the education world.
"Hello, Teachers." Zhang Ye greeted first.
There were about eight to nine teachers in the office area. When they heard him, they looked at him curiously.
Professor Zeng introduced Zhang Ye, "This is Teacher Zhang Ye. He officially joins our Peking University's Chinese department today." Then he pointed at Zhang Ye and said, "This is Teacher Sun, who teaches Modern Literature. This is Teacher Liu, who teaches Classical Literature. This … will soon be Professor Wu, who teaches Chinese."
"Hello, Teacher Sun."
"Hello."
"Hello, Professor Wu. Thank you for your guidance."
"Welcome."
Zhang Ye greeted everyone one by one.
The Chinese department's teachers also greeted him politely.
It could be seen that only a few people were interested in Zhang Ye. As for the rest, they probably did not know or understand Zhang Ye. After exchanging a few words with him, they ignored him. There were also some people who clearly did not think highly of Zhang Ye. Their eyes were filled with doubt and distrust. They did not speak much to him either. After the most basic introductions and greetings, they went back to their own business. Some people even shook their heads in their seats. But no matter how much they doubted Zhang Ye's teaching ability, or how much they resisted the school's recruitment, they did not say much. After all, it was President Wu who appointed him as a lecturer. Zhang Ye was already one of them, and it could not be changed.
After a while, after the pleasantries, Zhang Ye returned to his desk to put down his things. Then he looked at his watch and stood up again, preparing for class.
Just as he left the office, he bumped into the most senior professor in the Chinese department — Yan Jiantao.
Zhang Ye hurriedly greeted, "Professor Yan, good morning."
Yan Jiantao did not even look at Zhang Ye. He acknowledged and left.
Zhang Ye shrugged his shoulders. He did not mind at all. He had faced such doubts and belittlement more than once or twice. He was already used to it, so he did not take it to heart. As for the negation of him on the internet and in the newspapers, Zhang Ye had also seen it yesterday. He was similarly indifferent to it. After experiencing so many storms, Zhang Ye was becoming more and more indifferent to people's malicious evaluations of him. He could not be bothered to argue with them, at least not now, because it was meaningless. Everything had to be decided by facts. Zhang Ye only cared about today's first lecture. That was the most important thing.
Along the way, many people in the teacher's building gave Zhang Ye strange looks. Their gazes were all different. Some looked at him in different ways, and some were even belittling him.
Basically, no one in society thought highly of Zhang Ye's teaching prospects at Peking University.
Even the professors and teachers of Peking University did not think highly of Zhang Ye. Many of them even felt that Zhang Ye would be fired after teaching two or three times. They would not let him finish teaching for the rest of the semester. This was because teaching depended on experience and ability. No one believed that Zhang Ye, who was an outsider, would have that. Some of them even felt that the students would not even listen to a layman's lecture!
But the truth was exactly the opposite!
When Zhang Ye strolled to his small lecture hall, he was stunned!
When many Peking University teachers and professors passed by the "Appreciation of the Classics" lecture hall at 9: 30 sharp, they were stunned!
People!
They were all people!
"Aiyah, don't push!"
"Let me in!"
"Who are you? What are you doing in our class? "
"Holy sh * t, I signed up for the Appreciation of the Classics class. Why isn't there even a seat for me?"
A few hundred people!
A few hundred people filled the lecture hall and the corridors!
Zhang Ye nearly fainted. My elective class only has about a hundred people in total. Why the f * * k are there so many of them? How am I supposed to teach like this!?
"Quick, look!"
"Zhang Ye is here!"
"Teacher Zhang! Please accept our interview! "
"Now, everyone is questioning your teaching standards. What do you think?"
"I'm a reporter from the Beijing Daily News Agency. May I ask …"
Zhang Ye waved his hand and said with a straight face, "Sorry, this is not a public lecture. I will not accept any form of interview. Everyone, please go back and not disturb the students!"
The reporters did not leave and surrounded him.
Dean Chang Kaige and the department secretary, Zhen Shuquan, were also alarmed. They brought a group of teachers and security guards to maintain order. None of them had expected that after Zhang Ye had been questioned to such an extent and had been scolded like dog shit, there would still be so many people joining in the fun!
"Reporters, please leave! This is a school! "
"Please continue the interview after the class! Teacher Zhang Ye is about to start his class now! "
"Dean Chang! Can we just stand by and watch? Zhang Ye's teaching this time is something that the entire society is paying close attention to. We have to be the first to record it and give society an answer! "
"I'll say it again. Please leave!"
"Also, those students who are not from 'Appreciation of the Classics', please leave too! There are not that many seats in the class! If you are not from this subject, why are you joining in the fun! "
Chang Kaige and Zhen Shuquan were enraged!
However, not only did the number of people not decrease, it actually increased. Quite a number of Peking University students rushed over after hearing the news. It seemed like they were all here to listen to Zhang Ye's class!
Chang Kaige said in a daze, "Why are there so many people?"
Zhen Shuquan said helplessly, "It looks like we have underestimated Teacher Little Zhang's influence among the younger generation."
Indeed, there were many people who scolded and doubted Zhang Ye, but there were also many people who liked him. Especially among the younger generation, Zhang Ye had a certain amount of appeal!
Yao Mi had arrived!
Her roommates and classmates had also arrived!
When they saw it, they all exclaimed in unison, "Holy sh * t!"
Professor Zeng and a few teachers from the Chinese department had also arrived. They had come with the intention of listening in, but when they saw the scene, they were dumbfounded. Not to mention listening in, with their old bodies, they could not even f * * king squeeze into the classroom!
"Secretary Zhen, Dean Chang, what should we do?" Professor Zeng had been stepped on a few times. His face had turned green and he finally managed to squeeze to the side of the two department leaders.
Chang Kaige and the others were also at their wit's end. The scene was in chaos and they could not maintain order. They could only call the higher-ups for instructions.
Two minutes later.
Chang Kaige called Zhang Ye over and pulled him far away, "Teacher Little Zhang, there's been a last-minute change. You won't be able to conduct this major class. The higher-ups have arranged for an auditorium to be temporarily set aside for you. You will be conducting the public class today. Is there any problem on your side?"
Zhang Ye smiled, "No problem, it's all the same."
"Alright, then go to the auditorium to prepare!" After Chang Kaige gave his instructions, he and Zhen Shuquan said to the students and reporters, "Everyone, quiet down, quiet down. Today's major class has been changed to a public class. Dear reporters, please head to Auditorium 3. We will arrange for someone to receive you. Students, please head to the auditorium and take your seats. Don't block up here. Everyone, pay attention not to crowd. Please move your classrooms in an orderly manner!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd dispersed in an instant!
Many reporters carried their cameras and ran towards the auditorium!
Many students also rushed out when they heard that. They were heading to the auditorium to reserve seats in advance. Whoever got there first would definitely be able to get a seat in the front row!
Yao Mi was going crazy, "Do they have to do this!?"
Yao Mi's roommate hurriedly pulled her back, "Let's go, let's go! If we're late, we won't have any seats left! "
"That's really good!" The two brothers, Li Ying and Li Li, were at a loss whether to laugh or cry as they ran, "We're just attending an elective class! Why does it feel like a war!? Those with weaker bodies won't even be able to get into the class!? I know that Teacher Zhang Ye is quite popular in Beijing, but it shouldn't be this exaggerated … Aiyo! Who bumped into me! "He nearly fell flat on his face and even his shoes were black from being stepped on!
This was also what many of the Chinese department's professors and lecturers wanted to say. It was just an elective class, so why did it attract so many people? It looked like many Peking University students had skipped classes to listen to Zhang Ye's lecture? They didn't even want to attend their own main classes? This made the Chinese department's teachers a little angry!
For their classes, if there were a hundred students, it would be considered pretty good if 95 of them attended. There would definitely be students who were late or skipped classes.
But look at Zhang Ye's class!
It was originally an elective class with more than a hundred students, but now there were five to six hundred of them?
Are you kidding me!? This was a f * * king 500% attendance rate!
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