Afternoon.
Peking University's campus was filled with gossip.
"The Chinese department's Professor Yan and Teacher Zhang are fighting!"
"What? That Professor Yan who won the Literature Award? Which Teacher Zhang? "
"Who else can it be? Only Zhang Ye has the guts to challenge Professor Yan!"
"Why are the two of them fighting? Is there going to be a battle between the old and the new in the literary world? "
"Who knows? Anyway, it was spread by the Chinese department, so it shouldn't be fake."
"Eh, if the two of them were to fight in literature, who do you think will have the upper hand?"
"I think it's Professor Yan. He has won the Literature Award before, and is a veteran in the education world. He can't be worse than Teacher Zhang."
"I also think highly of Professor Yan. Although he likes to flaunt his seniority, and his words and actions are very old-fashioned, he still has real ability."
"I don't think so. What kind of knowledge does Teacher Zhang have? If the two of them were to really fight, it's hard to say who would win. This will be interesting! "
"Teacher Zhang is not someone who is easy to deal with either."
"I think Professor Yan is still better!"
The Teachers from the various departments were discussing in whispers!
It was originally just a verbal conflict between Yan Jiantao and Zhang Ye. Actually, neither of them were scolding each other, but the more people talked about it, the more outrageous it became. The more it spread, the more ridiculous it became. In the end, the rumors became a clash between old and new literary scholars. Things like two tigers cannot share a mountain, and there would be a battle sooner or later. It was too outrageous. Hence, the topic changed. Many people were debating who was better in the field of literature, Yan Jiantao or Zhang Ye.
Beside the lake.
In the small garden.
A few students were also muttering about this matter!
Li Li covered his mouth and looked around with shifty eyes. He whispered, "I heard that Professor Yan could not stand the fact that Teacher Zhang had allowed all the students in our class to pass the exam. That's why he started the fight. Professor Yan's intention was not to let everyone pass the exam, so he had to make an example out of them. This was to show Peking University's strictness and rigor, so that everyone would feel a sense of crisis and study harder. However, Teacher Zhang's intention was to encourage the students. If he could let them off, he would. That's why he quarreled with Professor Yan because of us!"
Li Ying hurriedly said, "Little Mi, you were called over by Teacher Zhang because of the exam, right?"
Yao Mi said angrily, "That's right. Uncle Zhang added a thesis defense exam for us and let us pass. This matter must have happened because of us. That Professor Yan is too infuriating! How can this be! "
"That's true." Yao Mi's roommate also said, "Our Teacher Zhang is still the best. His teaching is good, and his standards are high. There's nothing to say about how he treats his students. This is what a good teacher should be. Unlike that Professor Yan, who deliberately did not let his students pass the exam just to make an example out of them? Who are you? "
Senior Song, who had just passed by, was called over by them. At this moment, she said, "It's not up to us students to butt in on such matters. However, Teacher Zhang is, after all, the teacher of 'Appreciation of the Classics'. Teacher Zhang has the most say. Professor Yan doesn't teach this class, so for him to criticize Teacher Zhang's class is indeed a bit … Alright, let's not talk about it. Today's exams are over, so let's go back and prepare for tomorrow's exam."
Yao Mi said angrily, "How can he still be in the mood to prepare for the exam? Do you think Teacher Zhang will be fired? After all, Professor Yan has such seniority in Peking University! "
Senior Zhou seemed to have been wooing Senior Song, so he came with her today. Upon hearing this, he laughed, "Fired? You are underestimating Teacher Zhang. He definitely won't. "
As Zhang Ye's students, they were naturally on Zhang Ye's side.
… …
Toilet.
Professor Zeng and Zhang Ye came over to smoke.
"You, can't you control your temper? If you can let it pass, then let it pass. With so many colleagues around, wouldn't it be bad for your reputation?" Professor Zeng blew a puff of smoke at the window, "But Old Yan is really something. He came at you a few times. I can't blame you for being angry. Anyone else would feel uncomfortable."
Zhang Ye threw up his hands, "You heard it too. It's not that I'm picking a fight with him for no reason. No one would be able to tolerate this. I didn't offend anyone and was just judging my exam, but he came over to criticize me. You saw it yesterday, right? That Yan instigated his colleagues to ostracize me. What do you think I did? I didn't do anything. I was just teaching my class and teaching my students well. How could I do something wrong? How could there be a problem? This bro, if I didn't do something well and offended someone, I would admit it. Then we can talk about it later. But now? He just doesn't like me and has nothing better to do, so he came over to trample on me? I ignored him, and he came to trample on me? Ha! "
Professor Zeng acknowledged, "You are not in the wrong on this matter."
"Yes, then don't blame me for falling out with him!" Zhang Ye laughed, "I'm afraid of everything, but I'm not afraid of provocation. I'll take any move!"
Professor Zeng advised, "You don't have to be so angry. Actually, it's not that big of a deal. It's not a matter of principle. Just say it."
"Don't. To me, it's really a matter of principle." Zhang Ye said, "My principle is, don't provoke me. If you provoke me? Don't think you'll have it easy! "
"Alright, let's not talk about this." Professor Zeng looked at his watch and changed the topic, "Hur Hur, it's already so late. There's a National Primary and Secondary School Spring Festival Gala over at the auditorium. This year, it's being held at Peking University. You should know about that, right? Let's go. Let's go take a look at the gala. You can also adjust your mood. Don't think about these troublesome matters. "Regardless of whether Zhang Ye agreed or not, Professor Zeng pulled him out of the restroom and towards the auditorium.
…
Outside the auditorium.
Many primary and middle school students in school uniforms lined up to enter the venue.
There were schools from Beijing, and there were also schools from other provinces. The small square was filled with teachers and students. There were fewer primary school students, and most of them were secondary school students. Some of the older children were even dressed in colorful costumes. They wore headdress accessories and held hula hoops. There seemed to be acrobatics.
"This is Peking University?"
"I must take the exam here in the future!"
"Me too, this is my goal!"
"It's the college entrance examination in a few months. I have to work hard. This place is really big. It's worthy of being the top university in the country."
"I really envy my brothers and sisters who go to school here."
"Ah! Look, look! That's Zhang Ye! "
"Who is Zhang Ye?"
"You're such a country bumpkin! You don't even know Zhang Ye? "
"I know. Zhang Ye is that talk show host. He's quite a famous host. I think he's teaching at Peking University now. He raised many unprecedented and shocking viewpoints about 'Dream of the Red Chamber'. Our language teacher even mentioned Zhang Ye a few days ago. He said that he was especially good at 'Dream of the Red Chamber'!"
A few middle and high school students were pointing at Zhang Ye, but they did not go over. They just watched him from afar.
Professor Zeng patted Zhang Ye, "You are quite popular."
Zhang Ye could not help but laugh, "Don't. I'm famous in my circle for how bad my popularity is."
"You even know that." Professor Zeng was also amused, "Then why do you keep picking on people? Take a step back and you'll see the world. If you can bear with it, bear with it. "
Zhang Ye smiled. It was unknown if he heard it.
Suddenly, a girl's voice sounded, "Bro!"
Looking for the voice, Zhang Ye saw his third sister in the crowd. He waved at her and saw Cao Mengmeng running over with her form teacher, Teacher Leng.
Zhang Ye said, "Teacher Leng."
"Teacher Zhang, we meet again." Teacher Leng smiled and then looked at Professor Zeng. She quickly stretched out her hand, "You are Professor Zeng, right? I've read your thesis. "
Professor Zeng shook her hand, "Hello."
Zhang Ye introduced, "This is my sister. This is my sister's form teacher, Teacher Leng." Following that, he patted Cao Mengmeng on the head, "You can call him Grandpa Zeng."
Cao Mengmeng said cutely, "Hello, Grandpa Zeng!"
"Hey, hello." Professor Zeng beamed, "Little girl, you look really pretty."
Zhang Ye ridiculed, "What's so pretty about her? She's just a mischievous bun. She's usually very noisy."
Cao Mengmeng stared with her small eyes, "Bro, why are you saying bad things about me? I'm not going to ignore you in the future. No, my body and mind have been seriously hurt. You have to make it up to me. I need to change my cellphone!"
Zhang Ye rolled his eyes, "Are you robbing me every other day? You want to change your cellphone? I haven't even changed my cellphone before. I'm so poor now. "
Over there, a few Peking University students had also arrived.
Yao Mi waved her hand, "Teacher Zhang."
Senior Song and Senior Zhou also greeted him.
Zhang Ye nodded, "You guys are here too? Our Peking University also has a program? "
Senior Song said, "It's none of our business. We are just here to be the audience. Every class has a few spots to watch."
Yao Mi hurriedly said, "Teacher Zhang, you and Yan …"
"Teacher Zhang, please go ahead. We'll be going in first." Senior Zhou tugged at Yao Mi to stop her from speaking blindly. A few of them took their tickets and began to line up to enter.
"What are you doing!?" Yao Mi stared.
Senior Zhou smiled bitterly, "There are so many people here. Don't ask blindly."
But even if they did not ask, many people knew about the conflict between Zhang Ye and Yan Jiantao in the afternoon. A few of the Peking University teachers, professors and students who came to participate in the gala also looked at Zhang Ye and chatted with each other.
After sending his sister away, Zhang Ye and Professor Zeng entered the auditorium. They were the hosts and the organizers, so the seats reserved for them were naturally better. They were all in the front row.
President Wu had already arrived.
Around her, there were a few people that Zhang Ye had never seen before. They were most likely Peking University's Leaders.
Looking again, Yan Jiantao was also sitting in the second row. He was chatting with a few old professors from other departments that he was familiar with. From the corner of his eyes, they saw Zhang Ye and stared at him.
Zhang Ye ignored Yan Jiantao and went to the third row with Professor Zeng.
Su Na raised her chin, "Professor Zeng, Teacher Zhang is here too? I thought you weren't free. I didn't invite you when I came over just now. "
Professor Zeng chuckled, "Why wouldn't you come to such a good gala?"
People arrived one after another. The auditorium that could hold a few thousand people was instantly filled. It was very lively. Reporters and cameramen were also here in large numbers. This gala would not be broadcasted on television, but it would definitely be recorded and posted on the internet.
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