I’m Really a Superstar

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Outside the auditorium.

The square is quite lively.

A female reporter and cameraman from a local TV station in Jin City were first stunned by Yao Mi from the Chinese Department, then by a bespectacled man from Peking University’s Mathematics Department, and finally by Senior Song, the top student in the junior year. , the female reporter in Tianjin City has only one feeling at the moment. People from Peking University are completely different from them. She just wants to conduct a simple interview. Is it so difficult?

"The eleventh problem is..."

"Classmate, classmate, it's ready."

"No, I haven't finished yet. The eleventh problem is an important role in Jia's family..."

Many Peking University students from the Chinese Department around know Sister Song, and even people from other departments have heard of Sister Song for a long time. Looking at the expression of the female reporter, everyone was overjoyed.

"quite funny"

"Haha, Senior Sister Song is at her old habit again."

“When it comes to academic issues, I can’t stop at all.”

"These reporters are really unlucky. They have the guts to ask academic questions about anyone but Xueba Song. If I hadn't chatted with you for an hour, Xueba Song would have pretended to be the academic hegemon."

Peking University is full of talented people, and this will be evident from now on.

Yao Mi at the other end asked her roommate to help her line up, but when she saw reporters and cameras, she squeezed in there. She kept saying good things about Zhang Ye, and was stunned by another large number of reporters. When she saw Yao Mi, she hid

Teachers from the Chinese Department also came.

As long as there was no class in the afternoon, almost everyone was there.

Seeing the reporter's embarrassment and the crowded crowd, Professor Zeng, who had a good relationship with Zhang Ye, smiled slightly, "I don't think the auditorium with 5,000 people can even seat enough for this scene."

Su Na was slightly shocked, "So many students?"

Department chair Chang Kaige frowned and said, "How many people are skipping classes?"

Zhen Shuquan joked: "Many school leaders will be present this time. Let's go in first. I think if it's too late, there won't even be seats for us."

In addition to the teachers from the Chinese Department, there were also teachers from the History Department and other departments who came to join in the fun. They looked at each other speechless when they saw it. Zhang Ye’s class was just an elective course, and it was just a class of more than a hundred people. As a result, this How many people came to the open class? Five thousand people? What's the reason? This has already broken the attendance record of Peking University's open classes. In the past, large auditoriums like this were used for meetings and performances. The school left Zhang Ye to hold open classes because there might be more people. But I didn’t expect it to be full. Now it depends on the situation. Let alone the seats are full, your mother may not even be able to seat them. Inside, they even saw students from their own department. There were obviously classes in the afternoon, but now here The students who were helping were all lining up and squeezing in, and they didn’t even attend the main class.

People are more likely to die than others

You have to throw it away when comparing things.

These Peking University lecturers really have nothing to say about Zhang Ye's appeal, but they also know that they can't compare to others. After all, Zhang Ye is a star in his own right, and what he throws out is really amazing. If they, the lecturers, dare to When Peking University spread the word that "Journey to the West was not written by Wu Cheng'en at all," they would definitely attract such great social attention, but the key point is that they dare not

"Did Zhang Ye offend the literary world yesterday?"

"Yes, Weibo posted a limerick, which offended the literary world to death."

"He is serious. His views are not tenable, so he dares to offend people like this?"

"Our Peking University is a century-old prestigious school, so don't implicate the reputation of our school. I hope Zhang Ye can really come up with some solid evidence today, otherwise it will be a disaster.

"

"Well, when I was outside just now, I saw that Director Liu invited some experts in the literary field to have dinner. They must all be participating in open classes."

"Zhang Ye has pushed himself into a dead end."

"I hope he can come back to his senses. If he can't clean up this mess, it will be a big shame. Not only will he lose his own people, but we will also lose the people of Peking University."

Peking University teachers from several departments were a little worried at this time.

The secretary and director of the Chinese Department also have the same idea. This is no longer Zhang Ye’s problem alone, but the entire Peking University and the entire Chinese Department. If something goes wrong, Chang Kaige and Zhen Shuquan will also have to bear the responsibility. And this responsibility is too great - they cannot bear this responsibility by compiling one of the Four Great Classics in an attempt to tamper with history and induce students. If it were just a talk in an ordinary class, it would not be spread out, and if it was spread out, it could be recovered. However, now it is difficult to contain it. The whole society wants to know about it. There are so many students and reporters. As if Zhang Ye wasn't already chaotic enough, he actually added fuel to the fire last night, calling the entire literary world a scoundrel. Now the literary world also came to investigate, and dozens of people came to investigate. Those who go to education and history, yes, Peking University today is a gathering of elites, looking for trouble and watching the fun.

This Zhang Ye

It's so unsettling

at the same time.

Zhang Ye's car entered the gate of Peking University and made a call.

"Son." It was my mother calling, "You have caused a lot of trouble."

Zhang Ye chuckled and said, "Mom, just relax, I have a sense of discretion."

Mom said angrily: "Your dad and I woke up and watched the morning news in the morning to find out that you have caused such a big mess. You are going to die. You can't even sit idle for a day. How dare you step on the four great classics? How good is it now? , everyone is scolding you, you really don’t stop, you”

Zhang Ye sighed and said, "I really know what I'm doing. Okay, mom, tell my dad to stop worrying about it. I've arrived at Peking University. It's time to prepare for classes. I won't talk anymore."

The phone just hung up.

Ring, ring, ring, Wu Zeqing’s number is displayed.

Zhang Ye quickly slowed down and picked up, "Principal Wu."

"Are you here?" Wu Zeqing's gentle tone was pleasant.

"Here we are, just entered the school gate." Zhang Ye said.

Wu Zeqing hummed, "How are you preparing?"

Zhang Ye smiled and said: "It's more or less the same. It depends on the performance on the spot. I haven't prepared a script. I'm a typical on-field player, haha."

Wu Zeqing said: "Then I'll be relieved."

"You really trust me? Aren't you afraid that something will happen to me?" Zhang Ye asked strangely.

Wu Zeqing said calmly: "Since I invited you to come to Peking University, I have 100% trust in you. You don't need to worry about what others say. I just give lectures according to your ideas."

Zhang Ye was slightly silent after hearing this, "...Thank you."

Wu Zeqing said: "No more, I will go to the auditorium to listen to your class soon. What will you say today? To be honest, I am quite looking forward to it. Don't let everyone down."

"Don't worry." Zhang Ye hung up.

Zhang Ye was really heart-warming about Vice Principal Wu's trust. He had rarely experienced this feeling. When he was on the radio, his boss despised him. When he was on the TV station, his boss suppressed him. Even if he was trying to protect me, At the network TV station, every unexpected move and decision made by Zhang Ye, such as the new program format of the talk show, was also questioned by the leaders and people around him. It was implemented stumblingly, but in the end he gained everyone's approval with results. The broadcast of the program was extended, otherwise the company would have canceled it without hesitation. But at Peking University, the situation was a little different. Zhang Ye did not expect to meet Wu Zeqing, a school leader who trusted him so much. Compared with questioning the four famous authors, what kind of resistance was a talk show that had never appeared before? What kind of pressure is a children's storytelling radio program? What kind of problem is it to be a lecturer of "Hundred Schools Forum"? In comparison, these resistances are too childish. But Zhang Ye has such an earth-shattering and even "rebellious" view, and Wu Zeqing actually supports him.

The whole society is scolding him.

But Wu Zeqing's attitude of supporting him has never changed.

Zhang Ye likes this kind of trust and is grateful for this kind of trust. Since you trust me, then you can rest assured that I will never let you down or cause you trouble.

Got out of the car.

Zhang Ye went straight to the back door of the auditorium, which was a dedicated internal passage. At this time, the expression on his face became serious and he put away all the loose ends.

"Hey Xiao Zhang." A familiar face appeared.

Zhang Ye saw it and went to greet him, "Brother Hu, are you here too?"

It was Hu Fei from Beijing TV Station, Zhang Ye's old leader, "Yeah, come here to support you. I happen to know a teacher here and came through the back door. It's not easy to get a seat in your open class. You have no support. I just got a position, and I still owe you a favor."

Zhang Ye immediately said: "You tell me, I will leave a place for you."

Hu Fei smiled and said: "I know you have to prepare for lessons. You are busy. How can I disturb you."

"What kind of lesson should I prepare? I just make a few copies of the materials. You don't know about me yet? I have all the manuscripts in my head when I have used them." Zhang Ye said with a smile.

"Teacher Zhang Ye." Another person came from behind.

Hu Fei said: "Come on, please do your business. I'll go in first and talk later."

"Okay." Zhang Ye then looked back, "Hey, Teacher Xiaomei, Director Zhao."

It was Beijing Radio host Wang Xiaomei and Zhang Ye's old leader Zhao Guozhou.

Zhao Guozhou smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time. OK, the noise is getting louder and louder every day. Fortunately, I know the director of the History Department. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to get in even if I wanted to take your class."

Wang Xiaomei is still the same, not talkative.

Zhang Ye smiled and exchanged greetings with the two of them. It had indeed been a long time since they had seen each other. This time they met, they were really cordial. Zhang Ye also missed his old friends.

As soon as they left, someone else came.

"Hey, Xiao Zhang." Someone called him.

Zhang Ye looked over and his eyes lit up, "Mr. Qian."

Qian Lao is a veteran in the literary world. He once served as the first judge in the Beijing Couplet Competition. He is also an old acquaintance of Zhang Ye and has spoken in support of Zhang Ye more than once.

"Why are you here?" Zhang Ye was very happy.

Mr. Qian stroked his beard and said, "I'm here to listen to your lecture."

Zhang Ye was flattered and said: "Don't say that, I can't bear it."

"Haha, who can bear it if you can't bear it?" Mr. Qian pointed at the people who were entering the venue one after another from behind, "aren't everyone here today listening to your lecture? With your talent and knowledge, you have already I am qualified to teach you knowledge. The evidence you gave yesterday is very crucial and very powerful. I am also really curious. Isn’t this coming? Well, let’s talk about it later. Today I am also your student and I will listen to you. speak."

Zhang Ye quickly waved his hand, "No, no, you are trying to kill me."

Mr. Qian glanced at him again, "But I haven't settled the score with you yet. What happened to that limerick? You scolded me too."

Zhang Ye apologized with a smile, "I'm sorry, I was quick to talk, but I didn't include you in my limerick. In my opinion, you don't belong to the literary world. You belong to the cultural world. The cultural circle is quite big, and it is one level higher than the literary circle."

Qian Laole said: "Come on."

Many people entered the venue through the special passage one after another. They all saw Zhang Ye, but no one greeted him, but quite a few greeted Mr. Qian.

Someone glanced at Zhang Ye.

Someone looked at him slightly annoyed.

Some people said nothing and just kept shaking their heads.

Obviously, they were probably all the literary people who Zhang Ye said were "looking forward to death together", but I didn't see any heavyweights, so they must have entered the venue in advance.

"snort"

"Is this Zhang Ye?"

"arrogant"

"I want to see what he can say today."

Zhang Ye shrugged his shoulders and smiled at Mr. Qian: "Did you see it? Not many people came to listen to my lecture today, they all came to see my jokes."

"Who told you to recruit people all the time?" Mr. Qian laughed helplessly at him, "You have been scolded by others even for your map cannon."

"But I'm not wrong." Zhang Ye didn't have this consciousness, "Except for you and a few friends in the literary circle, how many people in the literary circle do you think are attracted to me? Oh, I am a person with a background in broadcasting and hosting. , can’t we engage in literature? Can’t we do it better than them? Whenever something happens to me, they attack me. As soon as I publish some poems or articles, they say no. What’s the point in saying that they’re looking forward to death together? But you’re not unfair to them at all, are you?”

Mr. Qian said: "You, the impact is too big. There are still many respected seniors in the literary world. They are not as stagnant as you said."

Zhang Ye smiled and said: "Except for seniors like you, I don't see many others. When something really happens, when society really needs them, they all hide. That's called quiet. When nothing happens, They all jumped out, and they were good at eliminating dissidents. They used the banner of seniority and held up a moral stick and started beating their own people. Haha, I don’t care about beating others. Don’t beat me. Brother, I don’t care about the literary world. This glorious tradition, you beat me and I beat you. Do you think they beat me or I beat them? I am a host who relies on my words to make a living, and they compare me to this? I even let them talk half of it and they also scolded me. But you want to deal with me in the field of my old profession? Isn’t this just teasing me? I’m going to compete with them.”

"You have such a mouth." Mr. Qian shook his head and smiled bitterly, "If you put this mouth on a spaceship, the ship would fly out of the Milky Way and not be able to stop."

Not far away, several experts in the field of history also entered the venue. When they accidentally heard Zhang Ye's words, they all stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

There is one sentence in their minds at this moment

——The hooligans are not to be feared, but the culture is to be feared.

This teacher Zhang Ye, it's true that it's better to meet him than to hear rumors. This is a master who is even more generous than rumors.