Outside the auditorium.
The square was quite lively.
A female reporter and cameraman from a local Jinshi television station were first confused by the Chinese department's Yao Mi, then by a bespectacled male student from the Math Department, and finally by the top student, Senior Song. The Jinshi female reporter only had one feeling at this moment. The people from Peking University were in a completely different world from them. She only wanted to do a simple interview, did it have to be so difficult!?
"The eleventh problem is …"
"Student, student, that's enough."
"No, I haven't finished. The eleventh problem is an important character in the Jia Residence …"
Many of the surrounding Peking University students from the Chinese department knew Senior Song. Even people from other departments had long heard of Senior Song's name. When they saw the female reporter's expression, everyone was overjoyed!
"This is too funny!"
"Haha, Senior Sister Song's old habits are acting up again!"
"When it comes to academic issues, I can't stop!"
"These reporters are really unlucky. Of all the people they could ask, they had to ask top student Song. They even dared to ask academic questions. If she didn't talk to you for an hour, Senior Song would be called a top student in vain!"
Peking University was full of talents, and this was a testament to that.
On the other end, Yao Mi got her roommate to help her line up while she squeezed through the reporters and cameras whenever she saw them. She kept saying good things about Zhang Ye, causing another large group of reporters to get confused and hide whenever they saw Yao Mi!
The teachers from the Chinese department also came.
As long as they didn't have classes in the afternoon, almost all of them were present.
Seeing the reporter's embarrassment and the crowded crowd, Professor Zeng, who had a good relationship with Zhang Ye, smiled, "With this scene, I don't think even a 5,000 seat auditorium is enough."
Su Na was startled. "So many students?"
Dean Chang Kaige frowned and said, "How many of them are skipping classes?"
Zhen Shuquan joked, "This time, there will be a lot of school leaders present. Let's go, let's go in first. If we're late, there won't even be seats for us."
Other than the teachers from the Chinese department, there were also teachers from the History department and other departments who came to join in the fun. When they saw this, they were speechless. Zhang Ye's class was just an elective class with a class of about a hundred people. How many people came for this public lecture? Five thousand? What was he doing? This had already broken Peking University's public lecture attendance record! In the past, this kind of auditorium was used for meetings and performances! The school had left it for Zhang Ye to hold a public lecture in consideration of the large number of people, but they did not expect it to be full. From the looks of the situation now, forget about full seats, there might not even be enough f * * king seats! Inside, they even saw their own department's students. They clearly had classes in the afternoon, but now these students were all queuing up and squeezing their way in. They didn't even have classes!
Comparisons were odious!
When comparing goods, one had to throw them away!
Zhang Ye's appeal left these Peking University lecturers speechless. However, they also knew that they could not compare to him. After all, Zhang Ye was a celebrity himself. Besides, the things that he threw out were too shocking. If they, as lecturers, also dared to say that "Journey to the West was not written by Wu Chengen" in Peking University, they would definitely be able to attract the attention of society. But the crux of the matter was that they did not dare to do so!
"Zhang Ye offended the literary world yesterday?"
"That's right. He posted a limerick on Weibo. He has completely offended the literary world!"
"He's really too much. His point of view doesn't even hold water, yet he dares to offend people like that?"
"Our Peking University is a century-old school, so don't implicate our school's reputation. I hope that Zhang Ye can really produce some solid evidence today, or else it won't end well."
"Yeah, when I was outside just now, I saw Director Liu inviting some experts from the literary world to dinner. They should be attending the public lecture."
"Zhang Ye has forced himself into a dead end."
"Let's hope he can salvage the situation. If he can't clean up this mess, then it will be too embarrassing. Not only will he lose his own face, he will also lose our Peking University's face."
A few Peking University teachers from other departments were all looking worried at this moment.
The Chinese department's Secretary and Dean also had similar thoughts. This was no longer Zhang Ye's problem alone, but the entire Peking University and the entire Chinese department's problem. If there were any problems, Chang Kaige and Zhen Shuquan would also have to bear the responsibility. And this responsibility was too great. Editing one of the Four Great Classical Novels and trying to tamper with history to mislead students, this responsibility was not something they could bear. If it was just a normal lecture, it would have been fine. Even if it did spread, they could still take it back. But now, it was already spilled. The entire society wanted to know about it. There were so many students and so many reporters, but Zhang Ye did not seem to think it was messy enough. He even added fuel to the fire last night, scolding the entire literary world. The literary world also sent dozens of people to denounce him. Together with those from the education world and the history world, it could be said that Peking University was a gathering of heroes today. Those who were looking for trouble and those who were just here to watch the commotion were all here!
This Zhang Ye!
He really doesn't let anyone rest easy!
… …
At the same time.
Zhang Ye's car drove into Peking University's main gate and he was making a call.
"Son." It was a call from his mother. "You've gotten yourself into big trouble this time!"
Zhang Ye chuckled, "Mom, don't worry. I know what I'm doing."
His mother said angrily, "Your dad and I only found out that you had caused such a big mess when we saw the morning news. Do you want to die? Can't you just stay idle for a day! You even dared to trample on the Four Great Classical Novels? Look at you now. Everyone is scolding you. You really can't stop! "
Zhang Ye said, "I really know what I'm doing. Alright Mom, don't let Dad worry about it. I've arrived at Peking University. It's time to prepare for class. I'll hang up now."
The call ended.
Ring, ring, ring. Wu Zeqing's number was displayed.
Zhang Ye quickly slowed down his car and picked it up, "President Wu."
"Have you arrived?" Wu Zeqing's gentle voice was very pleasant to the ears.
"I've arrived. I just entered the school gate." Zhang Ye said.
Wu Zeqing acknowledged, "How are your preparations?"
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "More or less. I still have to see how I perform on the spot. I didn't prepare a script. I'm a classic on-the-spot player, hur hur."
Wu Zeqing said, "Then I'm relieved."
"You really trust me? You're not afraid that I'll make a mistake? "Zhang Ye asked curiously.
Wu Zeqing said frankly, "Since I invited you to Peking University, I naturally have 100% trust in you. Don't care what others say. Just teach according to your ideas."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ye was slightly silent, "… Thank you."
Wu Zeqing said, "That's enough. I'll be going to the auditorium to listen to your class soon. Honestly, I'm looking forward to what you will teach today. Don't disappoint everyone."
"Don't worry." Zhang Ye hung up.
Zhang Ye's heart was warmed by Vice President Wu's trust. He had rarely experienced such a feeling. Back at the radio station, the Leader had belittled him. At the television station, the Leader had suppressed him. Even at Weiwo WebTV, Zhang Ye's unexpected actions and choices, such as the talk show's new format, had been doubted by the Leader and the people around him. He had stumbled to implement it and finally obtained everyone's approval with his results. The program's broadcast was extended, or else it would have been axed by the company without any hesitation. But at Peking University, the situation was different. Zhang Ye did not expect to meet a school leader like Wu Zeqing who had 100% trust in him. Compared to questioning the authors of the Four Great Classical Novels, what kind of resistance was a talk show that had never appeared before? What kind of pressure was a Children's Story Club radio program? What kind of problem was being a lecturer for "Lecture Room"? Compared to this, all the resistance was child's play! But Zhang Ye's earth-shattering and even "rebellious" point of view was actually supported by Wu Zeqing!
The entire society was scolding him!
But Wu Zeqing's support for him had never changed!
Zhang Ye liked this kind of trust and was grateful for it. Since you trust me, then don't worry. This bro will definitely not disappoint you, nor will he cause any trouble for you!
He got out of the car.
Zhang Ye went straight for the auditorium's back door. That was the passageway for the internal department. At this moment, the expression on his face turned serious.
"Hey! Little Zhang. "A familiar face appeared.
When Zhang Ye saw this, he went up to welcome him, "Brother Hu, you came too?"
It was Beijing Television Station's Hu Fei, Zhang Ye's old leader, "Yes, I came to support you. It just so happens that I know a teacher here, so I came through the back door. It's not easy to get a seat for your public lecture. I had to rely on my connections to get a seat. I even owe them a favor."
Zhang Ye immediately said, "Tell me. I'll reserve a seat for you."
Hu Fei smiled and said, "I know you have to prepare for your class. I'm busy, so how could I disturb you?"
"What class do I need to prepare? I just need to make a few copies. Don't you know me? When have I ever used a script? It's all in my head. "Zhang Ye laughed.
"Teacher Zhang Ye." Another person came from behind.
Hu Fei said, "Alright, go on with your work. I'll go in first. Let's talk later."
"Alright." Zhang Ye turned around, "Yo, Teacher Xiaomei, Director Zhao."
It was Beijing Radio Station's broadcasting host, Wang Xiaomei, and Zhang Ye's old leader, Zhao Guozhou.
Zhao Guozhou smiled, "Long time no see. Alright, the commotion is getting bigger by the day. Thankfully, I know a Dean from the History department. If not, I wouldn't even be able to attend your class."
Wang Xiaomei was still the same. She did not like to speak.
Zhang Ye smiled and exchanged a few words with the two of them. It had indeed been a long time. Now that they met again, it was quite cordial. Zhang Ye also missed his old friends.
The moment the two of them left, another person came.
"Eh, Little Zhang." Someone called out to him.
Zhang Ye looked over and his eyes lit up, "Elder Qian."
Elder Qian was a veteran in the literary world. He had once been the first judge of the Beijing Couplet Competition. He could be considered an old acquaintance of Zhang Ye's. He had spoken out in support of Zhang Ye more than once.
"Why are you here?" Zhang Ye was rather happy.
Elder Qian stroked his beard, "I came to listen to your lecture."
Zhang Ye was flattered, "Don't say that. I can't accept it."
"Haha, if you can't accept it, then who can?" Elder Qian pointed to the people who came in from the back, "Aren't those who came today here to listen to your lecture? With your talent and knowledge, you are already qualified to give lectures to everyone. Yesterday, the evidence you gave was very crucial and very powerful. I was also very curious, so here I am. Well, let's talk about it in a while. Today, I'm also your student, so I'll listen to you."
Zhang Ye quickly waved his hands, "Don't, don't. You are putting me on a pedestal."
Elder Qian glanced at him again, "But I haven't settled the score with you. What's with that limerick? You even scolded me! "
Zhang Ye smiled and apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It was just a slip of the tongue. However, my limerick did not include you. In my opinion, you do not belong to the literary world. You belong to the cultural world. The cultural world is very big. It's a level higher than the literary world."
Elder Qian said in amusement, "Come on."
Many people entered from the special passageway. They saw Zhang Ye, but no one greeted him. Instead, many of them greeted Elder Qian.
Some people glanced at Zhang Ye.
Some people looked at him with slight annoyance.
Some people did not say a word and just kept shaking their heads.
Clearly, they were probably the people from the literary world who "looked forward to the death of their peers" that Zhang Ye mentioned. However, there were no heavyweights. They had probably entered early.
"Hmph!"
"This is Zhang Ye?"
"Arrogant and conceited!"
"I want to see what he can say today!"
Zhang Ye shrugged his shoulders and said to Elder Qian with a smile, "Did you see that? Not many people are here to listen to my lecture today. They are all here to see me make a fool of myself. "
"Who asked you to keep provoking them?" Elder Qian laughed helplessly, "You even scolded them with a map cannon."
"But I didn't scold them wrongly." Zhang Ye did not have such self-awareness, "Other than you and a few friends from the literary world, how many people in the literary world like me? Oh, I'm a broadcasting major, so why can't I dabble in literature? Why can't I do better than them? Every time I do something, they attack me. Every time I come up with a poem or essay, they say it's not possible. What kind of logic is that!? I wasn't wronging them when I said that they 'looked forward to the death of their peers', right? "
Elder Qian said, "You are hitting too hard. The literary world still has many respected seniors. It's not as stagnant as you say."
Zhang Ye laughed, "Other than a senior like you, I haven't seen many others. When there's really something, when society really needs them, all of them hide. That's called being quiet. But when there's nothing to do, all of them jump out. They are tyrannical in their own home and are good at eliminating dissidents. Under the banner of seniority, they raise the stick of morality to beat their own people. Hur Hur, I don't care if they beat others, but don't beat me. This bro doesn't care about the glorious traditions of the literary world. If you beat me, I'll beat you! Do you think they can beat me or I can beat them? I'm a host who relies on my mouth to make a living. Do they want to compete with me in this? Even if I let them have half of my mouth, they can't beat me in scolding! They want to deal with me in my field of expertise? Aren't they just messing with me? So I'm going to compete with them! "
"That mouth of yours." Elder Qian shook his head with a wry smile, "If that mouth of yours was installed on a spaceship, that spaceship could fly out of the Milky Way and not stop!"
Not far away, a few experts from the history world had also entered the venue. When they happened to hear Zhang Ye's words, they all tripped and nearly fell to the ground!
There was only one sentence in their minds at this moment!
A hooligan isn't scary, but a cultured hooligan is scary!
This Teacher Zhang Ye was really not as good as the rumors. He was even more of a hooligan than the rumors!
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