I’m Really a Superstar

Beijing, night.

It was past eleven o'clock when we arrived at the market entrance.

The cold wind is blowing in the street, and the temperature here is colder than in the south.

Zhang Ye entered the community where his parents lived in the dark. He looked up and saw that the lights were still on at home. His parents were obviously not sleeping and were probably waiting for him. Zhang Ye felt like returning home for a moment and stepped in. In the unit building, I trotted up the stairs, humming to the tune of "May I Live Longer".

Boom, boom, boom.

Knock on the door and it opens quickly.

"Dad, Mom." Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Happy New Year's Day."

The mother pulled her son into the house, "Come in and ask, is it cold outside?"

Zhang Ye put down his bag and took off his coat, "It's okay. Hey, it's warm enough at home. Is there a heater?"

"What a day it is, the heating will be on the 12th in advance." My mother squinted her eyes and said: "How about the capital city? There is no heating in Shanghai."

Zhang Ye felt deeply, "Yeah, you can only turn on the air conditioner there. I'm really not used to turning it on all night. It's not the same as the natural heat of the heater. I feel uncomfortable all over, and it's still wet and cold outside. I feel like I have goosebumps all over my body. Hey, don’t mention it.” When he got home, Zhang Ye looked at everything and everything he saw was pleasing to his eyes. “Also, unless the sun is shining directly, your mother can’t hang clothes there. It won't dry, and even after drying, it smells damp. The air is too humid, so I have to put the clothes in the dryer after washing, which is troublesome."

The mother probably missed her son too, "Then don't leave."

Zhang Ye smiled and said: "I will have to go back after the new year at the latest. I still have work waiting for me, but I will probably spend this year with my family. I can stay there for many days."

Dad got up from the sofa and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"I filled the bar on the plane, but I'm still hungry." Zhang Ye said.

The father directed: "Pour the child a cup of hot water and heat up the leftover rice."

My mother let out a laugh and glared: "Are you still giving me orders? Why don't you go?"

Dad raised his eyes and said, "Heat the food and let us talk about his work. You don't understand this."

"As if you understand, huh, our son is now a big star and a famous host, and he still needs you to come up with random ideas?" The mother grumbled and went to heat up the meal.

While eating, his parents asked him how his work was going.

Zhang Ye didn't really want to talk about his work, and he was also afraid that the old couple would worry, so he talked about it casually, and finally changed the subject and said, "Where are you going to spend New Year's Day tomorrow?"

His mother picked up some food for him and said: "Your grandma's house will be over at noon today, so you won't be able to go. Then you can go and see for yourself. Tomorrow will be your grandma's house, but we decided to go with you." Our family is celebrating the holidays, so don’t sleep in. Get up early tomorrow to help me buy groceries and cook. By then, everyone from my family will have to come over, and there will be more than ten people in my family, so the workload is not small."

Zhang Ye lied, "I can't get up."

Mom couldn't help but slap him on the head, "You're just lazy!"

Dad said: "Xiao Ye has been busy working in other places for so long. Let him rest. It's hard for him to rest for a few days."

"You're talking lightly. When the time comes, you will buy groceries and cook the meals? You won't help either!" Mom rolled her eyes, "I'll be damned for the rest of my life if I mess with you two, lazy guys!"

The meal is over.

Zhang Ye took the initiative to pick up the plates and wash the dishes.

"Xiaoye, your dad and I are going to bed first." Mom yawned and said, "Huh, I have to fight for a day tomorrow. It's not an easy holiday."

Dad also stretched and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Only then did Zhang Ye remember something and turned around and said, "Dad, Mom, you two wait for a while, just a few minutes, and I'll tell you something."

Dad asked strangely: "What's the matter?"

"If you fart, hurry up. I'm sleepy." Mom pouted.

Zhang Ye poured out the washing liquid and said, "On the plane today, I met a person named Wu Zeqing. She said she was..."

Before he could finish speaking, his mother and father interrupted him.

"Wu Zeqing? The one from Peking University?" My mother was stunned.

Dad obviously knew about her, "That vice president of Peking University?"

Zhang Ye blinked and said, "Do you know?"

Dad said: "I don't know what she looks like, but I know she is a woman. She seems to be quite beautiful. She is the youngest principal in a prestigious school. However, she is not from the teaching system. She is not a professional and knowledgeable person, but a civil servant. , who came to Peking University from the Ministry of Education, wasn’t she mentioned on TV? Haven’t you seen it? Although she is an official with a civil servant background, she seems to have quite high literary attainments and has published many works, and she was on TV that time She is a famous calligrapher, right? This person is very prestigious in the education world."

The mother nodded and asked her son, "Have you met her?"

Zhang Ye chuckled and said, "It's not just that we met. We chatted for a long time on the plane. After we got off the plane, she suddenly invited me to teach at Peking University."

Dad was stunned, "Huh?"

My mother was also shocked and said: "Go to Peking University? What do you want to teach?"

Zhang Ye said: "In the Chinese department, I don't know what they will teach yet, but if they want to teach it, it will definitely be literature, poetry, novels, or history. I don't know anything else."

My mother said excitedly: "Do I really want you to go?"

Zhang Ye spread his hands and said, "Really, I have been officially invited."

Dad was also very excited, "Why did Peking University find you?"

"I heard what President Wu meant. It seems that there are vacancies in relevant courses at Peking University. Anyway, I feel that's what it means, so let me go and say that I am a temporary lecturer. I can choose the time I want to go there. Teaching courses will not delay my main job. Principal Wu also promised me that if the results are good and the students are satisfied, I will be considered for the title of associate professor at Peking University. Of course, another meaning is that if I teach If it’s not good, then you have to pack up and get out.”

Mom hurriedly said: "Then how did you answer?"

"I haven't thought about it yet. I haven't replied yet. Principal Wu asked me to give her a reply before tomorrow, so I want to ask you two." Zhang Ye said.

My mother was so anxious at that time that she slammed the table, "You're still asking for a hammer! Go quickly! I tell you, if you don't go, I won't have you as my son!"

Zhang Ye: "..."

Holy shit! It’s not that bad, Mom!

Who would have thought that my father would actually stand on the same front as my mother this time, "Son, you must listen to both of us on this. Go, you must go! Where is Peking University! It is a world-class university! I know Your goal is to be a star, but these two things do not conflict with each other. On the contrary, they will be of great help to you. No matter how good you are as a star and no matter how popular you are, your popularity will only be superficial. But if you become an associate professor of Peking University The professional title has a different meaning. It is the most authoritative affirmation of you academically. With this confidence, your popularity will be more solid. It can even be regarded as official recognition. You wrote poems and articles before, Don’t a lot of people in the Writers’ Association think you’re not good enough? When you’re a host, don’t there people from radio and television who are looking for trouble for you? If you become an associate professor, you’ll still be an associate professor at Peking University. You will have such authority that you can no longer be authoritative. With your backing, you won’t be able to think twice about who will cause trouble for you in the future? In terms of your artistic attainments, I guess no one will question you anymore.”

This is true.

Literature and art are often not about popularity or audience, but more about recognition and qualifications in the industry.

Very vulgar and unreasonable.

But there is no way, this is the current situation in the country.

Zhang Ye listened, but he was still worried, "What if I can't teach you well?"

Dad said: "If you can't teach well, then you can't preach. You can't miss this opportunity." The reason why he was so enthusiastic in persuading was that he valued his son's development in literature more. The older generation had different ideas. It is more traditional. When they were young, there were no stars. They were all called actors and could not get on the stage. Although this concept was slowly reversed and changed later, for their generation, the aura of Peking University shines brighter, and it is still the professors. Their title is more glorious, and their son is quite a star. They don't object, but wouldn't it be better if they could have both?

When the mother saw that her son was still hesitating, she couldn't help but said: "You are not afraid of causing damage on the live broadcast. You don't care if you scold the leaders or the radio and television. You are just a lecturer. What the hell are you afraid of!"

Zhang Ye hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded heavily and decided, "Okay, I listen to you two, I'm going! I love your mother so and so!"

What are you worried about?

If you really can’t teach me well, let’s talk about it!

Moreover, he has so much knowledge about his world in his mind, how could he mislead others!

After making up his mind, Zhang Ye was no longer confused and entangled. Peking University Lecturer, this is such an awesome halo. It is also an attempt and challenge. Zhang Ye feels that he can complete it, and he has been back in Beijing for half a month. There happened to be nothing to do. Since the goal was to be the most popular in the world and his conditions in all aspects were not very good, he had to work harder. Zhang Ye could not waste a moment. Only in this way could he hope to create a miracle and achieve his ideal. !

"Then go and tell Principal Wu!" Mom was even more anxious than him, urging: "In case there are other candidates, hurry up!"

Zhang Ye looked at his watch, "It's already twelve o'clock, are they asleep?"

Dad came up with an idea: "You can just send a text message to wish her happy New Year, and by the way, if she sleeps, she can see her tomorrow morning."

Zhang Ye agreed and accepted his parents' suggestion. It was okay if he didn't accept it. His parents were so glaring. If he didn't obey, they would probably beat him to death!

So he sent a message to Wu Zeqing.

Wrote: Principal Wu, Happy New Year. I sent you this text message because I was afraid you would fall asleep. Well, I accepted your invitation. I am honored to contribute to the cause of education.

Soon, the other party replied.

Wu Zeqing: Thank you. Happy New Year to you too. Just think about it. Come to Peking University directly to see me at nine o'clock in the morning on January 2nd. We will discuss the course arrangements and teaching contract at that time.

Zhang Ye said: Okay, you go to bed early.

Wu Zeqing said: Give your parents a good son too.

…

The text message exchange ends.

Zhang Ye gave the phone to his parents, "You guys take a look."

When my father saw it, he was very happy, "Okay! Good! Good!"

My mother was also happy from ear to ear, "Hahaha, my son is still promising! He is going to teach at Peking University! You are so proud of me!"

Zhang Ye was not as happy as his parents. He took back his cell phone indifferently, rolled up his sleeves, and continued washing the dishes, "You two should go to bed first, it's getting late."

Mom suddenly shouted: "Put it down!"

"Ah?" Zhang Ye turned his head in a daze and almost dropped the bowl in his hand. "What are you doing? You scared me. What did I put down?"

Mom immediately pushed him away, grabbed the dishes and chopsticks with a smile on her face, "Mom, you go and have a rest."

"No, I've already finished half of it." Zhang Ye went up to grab it, "You guys go to sleep."

My mother refused to do it, "I will do it if you ask me to do it. Don't rob me. Haha, my son is now a lecturer at Peking University. How can I let my son wash the dishes?" While washing the dishes, my mother hummed to herself in Peking Opera. He said to himself: "Tomorrow I can brag to my neighbors again! When my son was disqualified from broadcasting and hosting by the radio and television, there were still people in that group of people muttering behind my back that my son was dead and couldn't do it anymore? Ha! Look at my stabs this time. I won't kill them! My son can be a lecturer at Peking University! Can they? Tomorrow I will tell them why the flowers are so red!"

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