Friday.
At noon.
Upon arriving at Peking University, Zhang Ye immediately drove to the cafeteria. There were many places to eat on the Peking University campus, but he did not go to the more expensive ones like the Arts Garden or Spoon Garden. Instead, he went straight to School 1's cafeteria. It was cheap and the taste of the food was average, but the pork knuckle was very famous.
There were many people inside.
It was mealtime, and there were long queues at all the windows.
"Look!"
"It's Teacher Zhang Ye!"
"Good afternoon, Teacher Zhang!"
"You're here to eat too? Why did you come to First School's cafeteria? "
"Yeah, hehe, you're such a big shot, why are you eating with us poor students?"
The moment he entered the cafeteria, many of the students who knew him greeted him. There was no teacher-student etiquette, and they were all very cordial. After all, Zhang Ye was not a traditional teacher, but a host who had become a host halfway through his career. He even did a humorous talk show, so everyone felt closer to Zhang Ye. He was not like other teachers or professors, who would immediately behave themselves. Zhang Ye also did not have the airs of a lecturer.
Zhang Ye laughed, "What do I have? I haven't even gotten my salary for this month. If I don't scrimp for food, I won't even be able to pay my rent."
"Do you still need to pay rent?"
"Teacher Zhang is crying about being poor!"
Many students nearby burst into laughter.
Zhang Ye also obediently went to line up. There was no teacher or student window here.
A student in front of Zhang Ye turned around and was shocked. "Oh my god, it's Teacher Zhang. Please go to the front!" He made way for Zhang Ye.
Zhang Ye waved it off and smiled, "I can't add San'er, thank you."
In Beijing dialect, "Jia San 'er" meant to cut in line.
After more than ten minutes, it was his turn in the queue. Zhang Ye ate very simply. He wanted a platter of big pot dishes, "Master, give me two taels of rice, a portion of chicken, and a portion of roasted eggplant."
The driver took a look and said, "Yo, it's Teacher Zhang. Alright, I'll give you more."
"Thank you, master." Zhang Ye did not stand on ceremony. He carried the stainless steel tray and found a seat.
The cafeteria wasn't small, but there were too many people. There were no empty tables, and there wasn't even a place to sit. Many students were standing behind those who were about to finish eating, waiting to be seated.
"Teacher Zhang! Here! "
"Don't! Come here, come here! "
"I have a place here!"
"Teacher Zhang Ye, come to our side!"
"Let's squeeze! Make room for Teacher Zhang! "
This showed how popular he was. Many Peking University students were scrambling to get him. They were all anxious to get Zhang Ye to sit with them. Actually, Zhang Ye was not the only teacher who came to School 1's cafeteria to eat. There were quite a number of other teachers who also preferred the food here, or perhaps they wanted to save money. But after they finished eating, there were not that many people who would give up their seats for them. They would either take their food back home to eat, or wait for their own class's students to give up their seats. The students from other classes and departments would not acknowledge them. Besides, it was sometimes hard to differentiate between teachers and students these days. Some students looked older, while others looked younger.
But for Zhang Ye?
Dozens of people were shouting to snatch him!
When the teachers saw this, they were speechless. "…"
They were all f * * king Peking University teachers, so why was the difference between them so great?
Zhang Ye found it hard to reject their hospitality, but he could not resist the tugging of the Year Two girls. He was dragged to a table by the window by a few Year Two girls. Seven or eight girls had squeezed out a spot for him, so Zhang Ye could not reject them. Take a seat and start eating.
"Teacher Zhang, how old are you?"
"What's your zodiac sign?"
"Are you married, Teacher Zhang?"
"Will you be teaching a class in our History department next year?"
The girls were chattering away at once, and it was very interesting to see them chattering with each other.
Zhang Ye smiled and chatted with the students as he ate at a leisurely pace. He liked to interact with students, just like how he liked to interact with the audience when he was doing programs.
After eating his fill, Zhang Ye walked out of the cafeteria. As this place was not far from the Chinese department, he did not drive away, but walked back on foot. In the end, a large group of about 17 to 18 students came out and followed Zhang Ye back. They followed him around and chatted with him.
At the Chinese department's campus.
Below the office building.
Su Na had just returned from her meal. When she turned around and saw the situation at Zhang Ye's side, she was amused. When Zhang Ye entered the corridor alone, she said to the stairwell, "Teacher Zhang, you sure are popular. You've only been here for a few days, but you've already gotten along well with the students. And it's not just limited to your own class. All the students in Peking University probably know who you are. Unlike me. I've been teaching for two years, but a few of my own students don't even know my name."
Zhang Ye smiled, "Come on, this is my professional advantage. After you do a few programs as a host, everyone will know who you are. And with Teacher Su's qualifications, if you were to become a broadcasting host, you would definitely develop better than me."
Su Na giggled, "I don't have that ability."
As they chatted and laughed, they returned to the teacher's office. Someone was waiting for Zhang Ye.
"Teacher Zhang." It was the class monitor of "Appreciation of the Classics", Senior Song. She was carrying a stack of exam homework, "I've brought you the exam papers."
Zhang Ye nodded, "You've worked hard. Are they all here?"
Senior Song put down the exam papers, "They're all here. Not a single one is missing."
"Alright, then go back and quickly prepare for the other exams." Zhang Ye said.
After Class Monitor Song left, Zhang Ye sat down and graded the exam papers one by one. To him, this was the first time he was doing this, so he was quite serious.
This one was fine.
This one was fine too.
Well, this one was well written.
The other teachers of the Chinese department were also busy grading the exam papers or preparing for the exams. The final exams were all concentrated in the next few days, so they were all quite busy. Zhang Ye was relatively relaxed, as many of them were teaching large classes, so there were a lot of students. Zhang Ye was only teaching an elective class, so there were about a hundred students. The exam papers were all about the characters in "Dream of the Red Chamber", so Zhang Ye was already very familiar with them. With a few glances, he could tell if a person had put their heart into it or not.
From noon to afternoon.
Zhang Ye spent three hours without rest. Very quickly, he finished grading the exam papers. There were a few that were not quite right, so Zhang Ye picked them out. He got someone to call these students over.
Yao Mi was among them.
The moment they entered the office, Yao Mi and company were extremely nervous.
"Teacher Zhang."
"Are you looking for us?"
"Uh, we didn't pass the elective class, right?"
Zhang Ye waved his hand, "Come over here. Speak softly. Don't disturb the other teachers." Then he handed their exam papers to them, "All of them have some problems. Yao Mi, you did not choose the right character. The character you chose is not even a supporting character. Even the description of him in 'Dream of the Red Chamber' is limited to just a few sentences. I don't know much about him, nor do I understand him. Cao Xueqin just casually interspersed this character to serve as a foil to Baoyu. He only appeared once, and it was a narration, but you wrote it too exaggeratedly. It was as if this person was the main character. Mysterious personality? Important role? Saving the world depends on him? "
A few students began to snicker.
Su Na, who was beside them, also giggled when she heard this.
Yao Mi's face turned red, "But, but I feel that he is very important. The characters in 'Dream of the Red Chamber' are not just for show. They are all made of flesh and blood. It's just that no one has studied this person before. You can't say that he is not important or has no personality. I have studied him very seriously."
At this moment, Chang Kaige and Yan Jiantao came in. They were here to check on the grading of the exam.
Zhang Ye smiled, "Alright then. Tell me about this person's life. Of course, it was not written in 'Dream of the Red Chamber'. You just need to tell me your analysis."
Yao Mi immediately said, "I feel that he is not an ordinary person. Because when you saw his appearance, it was described like this …" She said a lot.
After Zhang Ye heard this, he was surprised, "Alright, you can go back. You passed."
Yao Mi said in surprise, "Really?"
Zhang Ye smiled, "To have your own views and analysis, it means that you have really studied and thought about it. Although the conclusion is controversial, it is not a bad thing. Go back."
"Haha, thank you, Teacher Zhang!" Yao Mi left happily.
Zhang Ye then asked a few students, "Zhao Long, this article of yours seems to have been written about what I said in class. Regarding Yingchun, what other views do you have? Tell me about it. "
Zhao Long imitated Yao Mi and also said a lot of things.
Zhang Ye nodded, "Yes, although your analysis and creativity are lacking, from what you said, I can tell that you have studied what I said in class more than once. You have already grasped it thoroughly. This hard work and hard work is worthy of recognition. Go back, you passed."
Not long after, the few of them passed and left.
Zhang Ye had added a simple oral exam with an additional exam paper.
Finally, Zhang Ye noticed Chang Kaige and the others who had come to inspect, "Dean Chang, you're here? The elective exam is over. Based on the exam results and attendance, all the children in our class have passed. "
Yan Jiantao's face darkened, "All of them passed?"
Zhang Ye looked at him, "Yes."
Yan Jiantao shouted, "Isn't this exam too casual? Why is our Peking University a century-old school? It's because of the strictness and rigor in our education! Did those students who came in just now fail their exams? Oh, you think you passed just by asking a few questions? Your attitude is not serious at all! "
With the commotion, everyone looked over!
Heh! You're being too much! I've already given you face the last time! You're still finding trouble for me this time? Zhang Ye stared at him and impolitely patted his students' exam papers, "Professor Yan, this is my elective class. I have the final say on how to judge. There's no need for you to give me instructions, right?" Saying that, he stood up, "I'm also a teacher of the Chinese department. You can doubt my character, but you can't doubt my professionalism! Whether the students listen to my class or not, whether the students learn knowledge, I know better than anyone! If the exam papers can't be seen, I'll add a oral exam as a supplementary exam. Is there a problem? Why don't you mark the exam papers! "
Yan Jiantao said angrily, "Why would I mark your class!?"
Zhang Ye retorted, "Then why are you giving me instructions blindly!?"
Yan Jiantao was so angry that he nearly exploded, "I'm giving you instructions blindly? I'm telling you how a teacher should judge the exam papers! And you're still yelling at me? You think you have more experience or I have more experience? Zhang Ye! Try shouting at me again! "
Zhang Ye said coldly, "If you have more experience, why don't you go talk about 'Dream of the Red Chamber'! In this field, are you the one who knows better or am I? I don't even have the right to speak or make decisions in my class? "
"Shout at me again!" Yan Jiantao glared at him.
Zhang Ye also took a step forward, "Who's shouting between the two of us now!?"
Chang Kaige hurriedly shouted, "Stop arguing! All of you, speak less! "
A male teacher hurriedly held back Yan Jiantao, "Professor Yan, calm down, calm down!"
Su Na also hurriedly hugged Zhang Ye's arm, "Teacher Zhang, what are you doing!? Don't say anymore, don't say anymore! Everyone is doing this for the students! "
Chang Kaige shouted, "How can you let the students see this!? Old Yan, you're also an old comrade. How can you be a role model for everyone? And you, Little Zhang! Professor Yan is your senior. He's experienced and has a lot of experience. How can you speak to a senior like this? Watch your attitude! "
This was a 50-50 beating on both sides.
Hearing the shouting, Zhen Shuquan also came over, "What's going on?"
Outside the door, many other Chinese department's lecturers had also rushed over to watch the commotion.
When Zhen Shuquan understood the situation, he was speechless. He waved to the people outside, "Disperse. Go back to work!"
Finally, Zhen Shuquan dragged the still fuming Professor Yan away. It seemed like he was going to speak to him alone. As for Chang Kaige, he called Zhang Ye to his office and reprimanded Zhang Ye alone. To be honest, both of them had problems with this matter. Professor Yan did not know why he found Zhang Ye an eyesore. It would have been fine if Zhang Ye had taken it to heart, but Professor Yan had repeatedly hammered Zhang Ye with his words. He had never given Zhang Ye a good look. Zhang Ye was the same. No matter what, this was Peking University that was based on seniority. It was an educational institution, so how could you speak to a senior in such a manner? Even if it wasn't insubordination, it was at least disrespectful to a senior. If everyone was like you, wouldn't Peking University be in a mess?
But?
One was an old educator of the Chinese department. He had students all over the world and was an authority in the educational world!
The other was the Chinese department's most popular hero. He was handpicked by President Wu, and was the most popular and popular teacher in the higher educational institutions!
How do you want to handle this? Who do you want to handle? There's always a problem no matter how you handle it! Chang Kaige and Zhen Shuquan were both very vexed. Hai, this Old Yan was really too much. He placed too much emphasis on seniority and background. Why did he have to be so calculative with a junior? Besides, it's not like he did not know what kind of person Teacher Little Zhang was. How could he have a good temper!? Usually, he looked harmless. Good to you, good to me, and good to everyone. But if he was pushed too far, this fellow would not care about his own family! Wasn't the Shanghai SARFT awesome? In the end? He was scolded like a grandson by Zhang Ye!
Why were the two of you arguing!?
If this got out, no one would look good on their faces!
However, the truth was that a few minutes after Yan Jiantao and Zhang Ye quarreled, the entire Chinese department knew about it. Another ten minutes later, the entire Peking University knew about it!
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