In the Chinese Department's office, it was time for the teachers to knock off.
Many of them did not leave until 8 PM. Firstly, some teachers wanted to listen to Zhang Ye's last lecture. Zhang Ye's lecture on "Dream of the Red Chamber" had hooked the interest of many teachers and colleagues. Listening to it was addictive. Secondly, they knew that the university rankings would be announced tonight, so they stayed behind to wait. Now that the results were unexpectedly good, it was time for them to go home.
"Let's go."
"I'm going to Lishuiqiao, who's going the same way?"
"You're going back to your mother? Then I'll hitch a ride with you. "
The teachers from the Chinese Department agreed to return home and walked out.
Su Na walked past Zhang Ye and said with a smile, "Teacher Zhang, you're amazing."
Zhang Ye smiled and waved his hands, saying, "What's so great about me? It's all thanks to everyone's hard work. I'm here to teach because I'm basking in everyone's glory."
A male lecturer said happily, "Teacher Little Zhang, don't be modest."
A female teacher said, "Everyone can see your contributions. You've worked hard these past few days."
Professor Zeng also patted Zhang Ye on the shoulder and said, "If not for you coming to save the day and taking over this elective course, the outcome would be hard to say. You have made our Peking University Chinese department proud this time."
Yan Jiantao could not bear to listen any further, "Don't say that. To be able to get first place this time is the collective effort of everyone. It's also because of the Chinese department's foundation. Everyone worked together to improve the quality of teaching and the depth of the curriculum. It's only right that we get first place. How can it be attributed to one person? What would the other teachers think? "
Initially, no one thought much of it, but when Yan Jiantao said that, it led everyone to think in other directions. Some of them looked at Zhang Ye, while others did not care.
Su Na thought to herself, What do you mean by that? However, Professor Yan was the most senior professor in the department, so it was not appropriate for her to say anything.
Professor Zeng frowned and looked at him. "Professor Yan, why do your words sound a little …"
Chang Kaige tried to smooth things over. "Alright, let's all go home. It's getting late. Hehe, there are still exams and various activities tomorrow. Let's all go home and rest early."
Zhen Shuquan interrupted, "Oh right, Little Zhang, President Wu called just now. She wants you to go over."
Zhang Ye said, "Alright, I'll go right away."
Yan Jiantao didn't say much. He took his bag and left.
Two lecturers and professors who were familiar with him also left with Yan Jiantao.
Zhang Ye glanced at Yan Jiantao's back and was not too happy about it. Regardless of whether this matter was due to him, Zhang Ye did not try to claim credit for it, nor would he admit it. This bro kept saying that it was everyone's collective contribution and kept pushing it away. What was the meaning of this? Not even that? You even have to belittle me? That tone of hers was trying to instigate something? As a new lecturer, I'm in the limelight, and you can't stand it anymore, so you're urging the other colleagues to ostracize me? What kind of humanity do you have? Is this the authoritative professor of the education world?
Back when he first came to Peking University, it was still alright. Zhang Ye did not pay much attention to this because he had never been a lecturer before. He did not have any qualifications, so it was no wonder that everyone doubted him. But with his hard work, the course progressed very well and he had achieved results that proved his teaching standards. Be it the students or colleagues, they all changed their attitudes and impressions of him and acknowledged him, but now? Even so, you, Yan Jiantao, are still finding fault with me? When I didn't have any results, you said that I was a layman. Now that I have results, you're using your qualifications to pressure me?
I can't do it no matter what I do?
Then what the f * * k do you want!
You are a professor, and you have a lot of qualifications. Does that mean you can trample on anyone you don't like?
A few Teachers were really instigated. They were probably lecturers who had a good relationship with Professor Yan. Seeing Yan Jiantao looking at Zhang Ye with discomfort, they subconsciously adjusted their attitude towards Zhang Ye. This attitude was not shown on their faces, but in their hearts, they had distanced themselves from Zhang Ye. Professor Yan was one of the most senior professors in the Chinese department, and even in Peking University. He was also the most authoritative figure in the professional field in the country. Not to mention Chang Kaige, even the Peking University Leaders respected him. Compared to Yan Jiantao, Zhang Ye was indeed nothing.
"Teacher Zhang." Su Na whispered, "Don't mind him. Professor Yan often likes to flaunt his seniority. We are used to it, so don't take it to heart."
Zhang Ye smiled, "It's fine." But his heart was not fine.
Professor Zeng said, "Little Zhang, let's go home together?"
"Next time, Professor Zeng. President Wu is looking for me." Zhang Ye said.
"Oh, right. I nearly forgot. Then I'll be leaving." Professor Zeng left. There were too many people, so it was not convenient for him to say anything to Zhang Ye.
Zhang Ye also went downstairs and walked towards President Wu's office. He happened to see Yan Jiantao and an old professor getting into a car and driving away. It had been a good day and a happy occasion, but it had been ruined by Yan Jiantao. Zhang Ye thought to himself, "I'll let it go this time. Don't make trouble. If you push me too far, I don't care who you are!"
… …
Another building.
President Wu's office.
Knock, knock. Zhang Ye gently knocked on the door, "President Wu."
"Come in. The door isn't locked." The voice was a little soft and distant.
When he opened the door and entered, he still did not see anyone. The outer office was empty. Then, he heard a voice coming from the study room, "Over here."
The office was a suite, so the treatment of a Vice President was definitely better than others.
When Zhang Ye entered, he was stunned. He saw Wu Zeqing dressed in a gentle and elegant long dress. She was standing behind a long desk, holding a brush and writing. On the desk were the Four Treasures of the Study. There was a faint scent of ink in the room, mixed with Wu Zeqing's mature woman's fragrance. It was quite a pleasant smell. This fellow did not live up to expectations. A minute ago, he was in a bad mood because of Yan Jiantao, but a minute later, when he saw a beauty, his mood immediately turned for the better. As the ancients said, a graceful and mature … a virtuous lady is what a gentleman desires.
Dressed in plain clothes.
Her face was dignified.
A person and a brush were as smooth as flowing water.
This scene was so beautiful that it was indescribable!
"What are you doing?"
"Wait a moment."
"OK."
"… Done."
She had finished writing one of her works.
Wu Zeqing put down her brush and said with a smile, "You came just in time. Help me see which of these works is better." She also took out three works to the side, "Tomorrow afternoon, Peking University's auditorium will be hosting a National Primary and Secondary School Spring Festival Gala. The President has been feeling unwell recently, so the job of inscribing the works has fallen to me. You are one of the few in the Chinese department who have some achievements and achievements in the field of literature, so I got you to take a look. Firstly, at the words, and secondly, at the meaning. If it's alright, then it's decided."
No wonder Zhang Ye had not been approved to use Peking University's auditorium for his public lectures. He had heard that there would be an event before the new year. So it was because of this. For such a big gala, other than setting up the venue, there was still rehearsal. Clearly, there was no extra time for Zhang Ye to lecture.
Zhang Ye was flattered and said, "President Wu, the other teachers and professors are much better than me. My standards are limited, so I don't dare to let you take a look."
Wu Zeqing sat down with a faint smile and said, "The other teachers have more teaching experience than you, but when it comes to writing poems and essays, how many of them can compare to you? Professor Yan is good in this aspect and his standards are very high. However, Professor Yan is older, and this is a primary and secondary school gala, so I believe in your judgment in this aspect. After all, you are also a youth, so don't decline. Hur Hur, take a look. "
Zhang Ye did not dare to be careless, "In front of you, I really don't dare to say that I understand. Then I'll take a look." Then he looked at the works.
With this look, he was dumbfounded!
The words were written too gracefully!
This could no longer be said to be good words, but top-notch calligraphy!
Zhang Ye was somewhat dumbfounded. He had really never seen Wu Zeqing's calligraphy before. He had only heard about it from others. They said that although Wu Zeqing came from an administrative background in the Ministry of Education, and was not involved in academics or education, her cultural foundation was extremely high. Zhang Ye thought that it was just flattery from the masses, but now, he knew that the flattery was not enough. These words could already be said to be works of art!
Zhang Ye had eaten a few Calligraphy Skill Experience Books. In the eyes of ordinary people, the words he wrote were still alright, but only he knew that he was far from reaching the realm of proficiency. He could only bluff amateurs. In front of a true expert, Zhang Ye would not dare to call his words calligraphy, as it would make others laugh at him. However, President Wu's words were not only proficient, they even had their own style and artistry. What Song script, seal script, or cursive script? Wu Zeqing was not one of them. The style of her words was similar to semi-cursive script, but it was not quite the same. Many of the strokes had traces of cursive script. Clearly, she had formed her own style. This was something only a true calligraphy master would dare to do!
Zhang Ye did not know much about the true art of calligraphy. He only knew a little about it from the crowd. As for how high the artistry of Wu Zeqing's calligraphy was, it was not something that Zhang Ye could deduce. This had already exceeded the level of his appreciation of calligraphy.
As for the content, they were all things like "Inheritance of Classics", "Blooming Youth", etc. There was even a piece of calligraphy that was a famous saying, but it was nothing strange.
He exclaimed, "Your words are really good. No matter what you write, you can hold your own. I think these few pieces of calligraphy are all fine. It wouldn't be a problem to use any of them as the prompter!"
Wu Zeqing looked at him warmly, "Any of them are fine? In that case, none of them are appropriate. "
Zhang Ye was at a loss for words. He wondered why she understood it so well? He said, "No, they are all too good. It's hard to choose!"
Wu Zeqing smiled faintly and said, "Let's not talk about calligraphy. I keep feeling that the content is lacking something. If it were you, what words would you use?"
Zhang Ye said modestly, "My writing would definitely not be as good as yours."
Wu Zeqing ignored his words, "Say a few. They are related to youth."
Seeing that there was no other way, Zhang Ye could only say, "Youth is a period of time to develop habits, hope, and faith?" This was what Raskin from his world said.
Wu Zeqing smiled gently, "Anything else?"
"This won't do?" Zhang Ye said, "What you plant in youth, you will reap in old age?" This was what Ibsen from his world said.
"Anything else?" Wu Zeqing asked.
Zhang Ye said again, "Youth! For the sake of future memories, carefully point to your current picture? "This was what Bing Xin said.
"Anything else?" Wu Zeqing asked again.
Zhang Ye exclaimed, "Can young people first turn China into a China with sound? Speak boldly, carry on bravely, forget all the pros and cons, push aside the ancients and express their true feelings?" This was what Lu Xun said.
Wu Zeqing, "…"
Then Zhang Ye said, "This won't do either?"
Wu Zeqing stared at him and said, "You call this not understanding? Every sentence you bring up is better than the one I just wrote. If you still don't understand, then others would have long become illiterate. Hur Hur, looks like I've found the right person to hire you. " After some thought, Wu Zeqing still chose a sentence from Lu Xun from Zhang Ye's world. Without any delay, perhaps due to inspiration, after feeding the ink, President Wu laid out a piece of Xuan paper and began writing!
Half a minute.
A piece of calligraphy was completed!
Wu Zeqing revealed a smile and nodded.
Zhang Ye was praising her from the side, "Your words are really beautiful."
"I'll use your sentence. It's settled." Wu Zeqing looked very satisfied. She placed the piece of calligraphy properly and waited for it to dry before putting it away.
Zhang Ye blinked his eyes, "President Wu, are the other pieces of calligraphy that you have finished not going to use? Then can I request for a piece of calligraphy? "
Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "Sure, go ahead and choose."
"Alright." Zhang Ye did not stand on ceremony. He picked one of the pieces and rolled it up.
Firstly, Zhang Ye really liked her calligraphy. Secondly, the leader had already written so many words. After all this trouble, if he did not request for a piece of calligraphy from the leader, wouldn't he feel embarrassed? So look, it wasn't that Zhang Ye didn't know how to do things. The main thing was that it depended on the person.
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