On the rostrum.
The first gala program was on stage.
A song and dance performance. The opening dance was performed by a group of "gorgeously dressed" primary school students. Then, a group of middle and high school students gradually joined in the dance. The rhythm of the music was quite strong.
Professor Yan went down the stage and returned to his seat.
"Professor Yan."
"You said it really well."
"The older the ginger, the spicier."
Yan Jiantao smiled and waved his hand. He spoke modestly.
A few of the old professors and colleagues around him kept flattering him.
The others also brought up the story again. They were all discussing how Zhang Ye's literary education could not be compared to Yan Jiantao's. Compared to Professor Yan's traditional path of education and literature, in this field, Zhang Ye's literary attainments were a little lacking. Many of the Peking University teachers felt that this was a difference in level, and also a difference in realm. Teacher Zhang's works were more popular and popular than Professor Yan's, but so what? Literature and education were not competing in popularity. It was not about who was more lively, but the meaning and meaning behind it.
Could Zhang Ye do it?
He had yet to demonstrate his ability in this area!
Most of the Peking University teachers were gathered at the right side of the front row. Some of the gossip could not help but drift to Zhang Ye's side. Zhang Ye heard the interruption in the middle of the stage music.
I'm not as good as Yan Jiantao? Zhang Ye smiled without saying a word.
Su Na also heard it and whispered, "Teacher Zhang, don't take it to heart. Everyone was just casually saying it. They were just there to watch the commotion. They didn't mean anything else."
Zhang Ye shrugged, "It's fine."
The students in the auditorium were almost asleep!
This was called having a standard of education? This was called having literary value?
Zhang Ye did not know what to say. He also admitted that literature did not depend on popularity, but it couldn't be completely ignored, right? If not a single person could listen or read it, then who was this literature for? Then what was the meaning of literature? Narcissism? Everyone is drunk, only I am sober? If there was no value in spreading, then what was the use of this so-called literature!? Yan Jiantao's speech was indeed on the right path. The reasoning was also correct, but to say that it was especially good? Zhang Ye did not dare to agree!
The performances followed one after another.
One performance followed another.
Dance …
Chorus …
Acrobatic performance …
Crosstalk and skit …
Suddenly, when the party was about to end, a middle school student walked onto the stage and performed a short talk show. Everyone was curious about it.
The students are very interested in new things.
"Talk show?"
"Wasn't this created by Teacher Zhang?"
"That's not bad."
"Can I? It's far worse than what Zhang Ye said. "
"Isn't that obvious? Zhang Ye is the creator of this program format and he's also a professional host. You can't compare them like that. He's already said it very well."
"Hai, it makes me want to listen to Teacher Zhang Ye's talk show. Isn't he a teacher from Peking University? Will he give us one today? "
"There's no chance. Teacher Zhang Ye isn't a primary or secondary school student."
A Talk Show program had stirred up discussions among the students of the various provinces. Of course, a large majority of people had never heard of a Talk Show before. There were even more people who did not know who Zhang Ye was, so when they heard the format of the program, they thought that it was a monologue. Only after the surrounding students explained to them did they realize that it was called a Talk Show. No wonder it felt different from a monologue. There was no theme, and the way it carried itself was also very different.
…
In the front row.
Some people could not be bothered to listen to the Talk Show onstage.
A Peking University staff member ran over with his back bent. He squatted there to avoid the cameras and to not affect others. He quickly said, "The President can't make it!"
A Vice President was stunned, "What happened?"
Wu Zeqing also said, "The President's health is still not good?"
"Yes, we've contacted them. The President is still in the hospital. He was supposed to be discharged and come over, but he still can't make it." The staff member said, "The hospital said that the President's blood pressure has risen and he needs a transfusion. So he definitely won't be able to make it. The President has sent word that someone else will take over for the closing speech."
A Vice President with a white beard said, "Then that's all we can do for now. President Wu, you're eloquent. You do it." Following that, he said to the staff member, "Where's the script for the closing speech?"
That person was stunned, "Script? Uh, there's no script. "
An old professor said, "Wasn't the script prepared by the office for the President?"
"No." The staff member said, "This time, it was written by the President himself. I was too busy just now and forgot to ask the President. Maybe the script is with the President."
The old professor said, "Then hurry up and get it!"
Wu Zeqing said, "There's no time. There are only three performances left!"
The staff member wiped his sweat and said, "It will take at least an hour to get to the hospital. The President doesn't usually use a computer and writes everything by hand. There's no way to send it over. I wonder if the hospital has a fax machine."
The old Vice President looked at his watch, "Even if there's a fax, I won't be able to make it in time. President Wu?"
Wu Zeqing gently shook her head and said, "The closing speech is not something that can be done in a few sentences. There has to be a topic, a summary, and a speech that can hold the mood. This requires a lot of time to prepare the script. It's not practical to say it on the spot without a script."
"Why don't I do it?" The old Vice President thought for a moment and shook his head, "But I didn't prepare a script. I can't possibly use a speech that I've used in the past, right? With how advanced the internet is, if it gets exposed, everyone will scold Peking University for not being sincere enough to fool people."
Another school leader said, "But someone has to step in. The closing speech is even more important than the opening speech. This gala has a lot of political significance, so we can't just ignore this segment and end it. Otherwise, it won't look good for everyone, and it won't look good for us either." He was also a little anxious. No matter what, someone had to step in, or it would really be a political problem. He looked at the others behind him, "Who will step in?"
Yan Jiantao looked at them and did not say a word.
The few old professors looked at each other, but no one answered.
At this critical moment, no one spoke. They couldn't speak either. Without any preparation, how could they give the closing speech? Of course, it wasn't that they couldn't say it, but what if they said the wrong words? If the closing speech was not ideal, then they would have to bear the responsibility!
The old Vice President called out, "Old Yu, you go!"
Professor Yu immediately said, "Old President, I'm not prepared either. The closing speech definitely can't be just for show. There has to be something to say. Without a script, who can say it?"
It was not a problem for them to talk about academic issues in a class. This was because they had already done it a thousand times and knew it by heart. However, for a closing speech that involved primary and secondary school students, they had never done it before. The things they had done in the past could not be used. They had to at least be given an hour to write it.
Wu Zeqing said, "Old Yu, your writing is good. How about writing it now?"
Professor Yu smacked his lips and said, "At least half an hour."
The old Vice President said, "There's only a few minutes left. There's no time to write!"
Professor Yu said, "Then I can't do it. I don't dare to be careless. Without a script, I really can't say it."
Without a script?
Without a script?
These words made the old Vice President exclaim. He looked at Wu Zeqing and said, "President Wu, didn't the Chinese department that you are in charge of have a host? His name is Zhang Ye, right? I heard that when he was hosting a program, he never prepared a script. When he was lecturing for 'Dream of the Red Chamber', he never prepared a script, right? "
Wu Zeqing nodded. "Teacher Little Zhang has always lectured without a script."
Another Vice President frowned and said, "Is there really such a thing? There are so many things in a new course. How can he speak without a script or a script? "A lecturer said," That's indeed the case.
A lecturer said, "That's indeed the case. I've listened to Zhang Ye's lessons before. Other than showing some information to others, he really does not need a script. He doesn't even need to look at the projected information. He can recite it all backwards. Besides, this person has a lot of improvised works. It's said that all his poems are composed on the spot. He has never written them in advance. Oh right, during the Shanghai SARFT press conference, didn't Zhang Ye give a speech on the spot? It was called 'The Last Speech'. It was quite popular on the internet. I've seen that video once. It was very good. One look and you can tell that it was an improvisation."
It's obvious that it was improvised on the spot. "The old Vice President decided," Then let Zhang Ye take over. President Wu, what do you think? "
Wu Zeqing thought for a moment and smiled. "If Little Zhang were to go, it would definitely not be a problem. Alright, it'll be him." Hence, she ordered the staff member, "Go to the back and look for Little Zhang. Tell him that he has to give the closing speech well. Then inform the host to pay attention during the announcement."
The staff member left to carry out the order. "Alright!"
Yan Jiantao frowned. Let Zhang Ye give the closing speech? He was a literary crooked who only knew how to mock and scold people. What else could he say!?
… …
In the third row.
The Peking University staff member crouched down and squeezed through. "Excuse me, please pass." Very quickly, he found Zhang Ye. "Teacher Zhang!"
Zhang Ye said in surprise, "Looking for me?"
The staff member hurriedly said, "The President is on a drip in the hospital, so he can't give the closing speech. Now that there's no script, no one can give it. President Wu and the rest got me to look for you to save the day!"
Zhang Ye waved his hand. "I can't do that. I don't have a script either."
That person said, "Don't you usually give your best performance on the spot? President Wu said that only you can save the day. The program is ending soon, so there's no time!"
Zhang Ye did not really want to go. This matter would not end well. "President Wu specifically asked for my name?"
"That's right. Although there are many Peking University teachers and professors here, you are probably the only one who can go off script. No one else has the ability to do so." That person was afraid that Zhang Ye would not go, so he quickly flattered him.
Zhang Ye hesitated for a moment and said helplessly, "Alright then. I can only say that I'll give it a try. I don't dare to say that I'll definitely do it well. Well, roughly what should I say?"
That person said, "Anything is fine, as long as it's deep. The Leader said that the closing speech cannot be too soft. It's best to have a concluding speech that fits the atmosphere of the gala."
"I got it." Zhang Ye said.
That person heaved a sigh of relief. "Then I'll have to thank you very much. It's been hard on you."
At this moment, the second-to-last program began. That staff member bowed and left. He crouched down and ran to the side of the stage. He whispered a few words to the two hosts. The two hosts nodded and looked in Zhang Ye's direction. They understood.
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