I’m Really a Superstar

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It's almost one o'clock.

Inside the Great Hall of Peking University.

Zhang Ye came in, but even in the lounge at the backstage, he could hear the lively sound of bluffing in the distance. He knew that these people came because of him, and they all came to listen to his lectures. For a while, Zhang Ye also felt a surge of emotion, which kept boiling in the bottom of his heart. As he said, he was actually not very talkative all the time, with his family, and also in school, he was a relatively low-key leader in the class, and never attracted the attention of others, but if there was any activity, If there is a stage, Zhang Ye will be energetic. He is a typical live player. The more people there are, the bigger the scene will be.

"How many more minutes?" Zhang Ye asked.

"Teacher Zhang, there are still ten minutes." A staff member in the auditorium said.

"Okay, the projection and microphone are all done?" Zhang Ye said.

The staff said: "It's all debugged, don't worry, I promise it's okay, it's been debugged several times before."

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

"Look at what you said, shouldn't it be all right?" Several staff members were very polite, and they also knew how much society's attention has been paid to Peking University today.

venue.

The cameras are all set up, some from Peking University, and some from the journalists attending. They submitted an application before, and today they are allowed to take pictures. However, when they want to release the video of the public class, they must be authorized and reviewed by Peking University. This is the premise.

There are seven or eight cameras.

The seats for 5,000 to 6,000 people were also full, and many students did not squeeze in.

Wu Zeqing and a few faces Zhang Ye didn't recognize were the last to come. As soon as they came, many people sitting in the front row greeted them.

"Principal Wu."

"Director Wang is here?"

"Principal Chen, long time no see."

This is the leadership team of Peking University. There are four people in total, all of whom are not small in rank. The highest one should be about the same as Wu Zeqing. After a short greeting, everyone is seated

Those who greeted them were naturally not ordinary people.

The most in the first row are almost all senior experts in the field of literature and history.

For example, Mr. Qian knew both Wu Zeqing and Vice President Chen, and maybe he was more familiar with Vice President Chen. The two chatted for a long time.

Wu Zeqing was talking to a woman.

Yan Yu smiled and said, "Principal Wu, your Peking University is really talented."

"It's okay." Wu Zeqing said softly: "It's not as good as your Writers Association, Vice Chairman Yan is here today? I heard that you are busy releasing new books."

Yan Yu, a vice-chairman of the National Writers Association, writer, scholar, expert in red studies.

Yan Yu raised his lips, "I'm busy with my new book, but there's nothing I can do about it. My new book is written for the appreciation of "Dream of the Louvre". Your teacher Zhang from Peking University rejected all of "Dream of the Louvre", and I can't publish it anymore. Ah, so I can only come and 'study and learn,'."

Everyone can hear Yan Yu's irony.

Wu Zeqing smiled dignifiedly, "It's not about studying, let's discuss with each other."

Another dark-faced middle-aged man next to him spoke, "We can't discuss with Zhang Ye, Principal Wu, you and I respect each other, but Zhang Ye..." He shook his head.

Qian Lao interjected, "Xiao Yang, are you emotional? Hehe."

The Red Scholar Teacher Yang said: "Mr. Qian, I don't have any emotions. I am a person who's looking forward to death. What emotions can I have?"

Sure enough, the visitor was not good.

There are thorns inside and outside the words.

Professor Zeng said: "Old Yang, Mr. Zhang's mouth is indeed a bit of a problem, but academically, he is still a professional. If there is any offence, I will take the blame for Mr. Zhang." They They teach at the Chinese Department of Peking University. Most of the people who come here are also experts in the literary field. They basically know each other. Even if they are not familiar with each other, they have met each other or heard each other's name.

Lao Yang waved his hand and said, "That's not necessary."

Meng Dongguo, vice chairman of the Beijing Writers' Association, also came, looked at his watch and said, "Aren't you coming out yet?"

Professor Ma Hengyuan from the National People's University was also among them. Everyone came to form a group to shout at Zhang Ye, and they were about to watch Zhang Ye's jokes. How could he be missing, "The time is almost up, isn't it?"

Chang Kaige looked at him, "Professor Ma is quite anxious."

Ma Hengyuan shyly said: "I still have class in the afternoon, and I have to go back after listening for half an hour. This Xiao Zhang still has to be stuck in time to talk? So many old seniors and industry experts are waiting for him as a junior? "

This is nothing to look for trouble.

Many lecturers at Peking University glanced at him, saying that no one begged you to come.

Countdown three minutes... countdown two minutes...

At the last minute, Zhang Ye walked up to the rostrum from behind.

The applause was sparse, not many, and not very neat.

Only Yao Mi and some people who really liked Zhang Ye were screaming and applauding. Although the applause was limited, it turned out to be quite lively in the end.

"Teacher Zhang is so handsome!" Yao Mi shouted

Yao Mi's roommate also booed, "Mr. Zhang, I love you!"

As soon as these words came, the venue of 5,000 people burst into laughter.

Those red scholars and writers in the front row shook their heads slightly. This is academic research, not personality worship or star chasing. What does a good class look like——Anyway, no matter what Zhang Ye does, they don't like it. They just waited for Zhang Ye to make a logical error in his lecture, and then they could deliver a fatal blow.

The reporters cheered up.

"I'm coming"

"Quick, the camera is on"

"Check the screen and don't miss the shot"

Peking University students also looked at the rostrum excitedly. Many people were curious about what Zhang Ye would say today, and many people didn't care about it. What kind of blockbuster will shock the world

Hu Fei looked up with a smile.

Zhao Guozhou and Wang Xiaomei also communicated in low voices.

on stage.

Zhang Ye stopped and stood, touched the microphone on the shelf, smiled and looked at the seats of thousands of people below the stage, took a deep breath, and enjoyed the feeling of being watched by thousands of people, as if he liked this world chapter very much. The famous song "I Don't Believe" by Yuanqi. The song is actually about himself.

I don't believe it, I was born worse than others.

I don't believe it, I have no talent at all.

I don't believe it, I'm destined to be under others only.

I don't believe it, my voice will never be answered

Today, Zhang Ye's voice has spread far and wide, and he has received everyone's response. He has achieved what he has been looking forward to, the achievement he expected, and will go further in the future—this is his determination to leave. The road, the road that is so firm that we must go on forever

"Hello, everyone." Zhang Ye picked up the microphone with a smile on his face, "Today is a very special public class. Many school leaders, senior teachers from the literature and history circles, and scholars from the education field came. There are also many journalists here. As a lecturer of elective courses at Peking University, I am personally flattered and welcome everyone to come. Well, because of some special circumstances, the school leaders approached me and asked me to change the way of public lectures. I also agree That’s it, so I’m going to send some microphones down, to some of my students, and to some experts in the literary field, after all, the auditorium is too big, and if you speak below, you won’t be able to hear clearly.”

Several Peking University staff members came over.

"give me one."

"I want a microphone too."

"Here, I'll take one."

Some people in the literary world are vying for the microphone, such as Yan Yu, such as Meng Dongguo. The rest were given to the students of Zhang Ye's class. They were all gathered in an area in front of the middle row and arranged together. Yao Cui, Senior Sister Song and Senior Zhou also got the microphone.

Zhang Ye said: "In my class today, everyone can ask questions at any time, not only my students, but please also be careful not to disturb the class when asking questions, and it's best not to interrupt me when I haven't finished talking about important things. "

"Not interrupting you?"

"What do you mean talking about something important?"

"Then what is it called being able to ask questions at any time?"

Several people in the literary world snorted coldly, and Zhang Ye's words were obviously aimed at them.

Zhang Ye is also a bachelor, and replied: "As for how to tell me not to interrupt me during important narrations - this interpretation and final decision rests with me."

Hey

good boy

Many people in the literary world were angered again

Professor Zeng and Su Na and the teachers of the Chinese Department all smiled wryly. Zhang Ye seemed to be following them.

The students and many reporters were very excited. This class has not started yet, and it was full of gunpowder when it first came up. There must be a good show to watch next.

"Lecture starts now." Zhang Ye looked at them and said, "If there are no questions or speeches, the person holding the microphone had better turn off the microphone first, so as not to cause noise to affect everyone." After finishing speaking, Zhang Ye took a deep breath and smiled. "In the last class, we talked about Lou Meng. I listed a lot of evidence from documents to support my point of view. Lou Meng is not the original work of Mr. Cao Xueqin after eighty chapters. Everyone go back Someone should have checked it, Xiao Song, have you done your homework on this?"

Seeing that Zhang Ye called her, Senior Sister Song also stood up calmly, turned on the microphone and said, "I did, the evidence you gave is indeed there, and... I can't refute it for the time being."

Zhang Ye looked at the others, "Everyone, does anyone have any other evidence to refute the documents I gave yesterday? If so, we can continue the discussion."

None of the Peking University students spoke.

Even those people in the literary world hesitated to speak, and finally remained silent.

The evidence materials that Zhang Ye presented are indeed a bit strong, and they really don't have any other documents to deny those evidences, but this does not mean that they admit those evidences, and the strength of those few poems is still not good enough. , and not very authoritative.

Zhang Ye nodded, and said, "Since no one has any rebuttal information, let's just put an end to the content of the previous class and not mention it."

Meng Dongguo was taken aback.

Ma Hengyuan also frowned.

Don't mention it? This was something that no one in the literary world had expected. Yan Yu, the vice chairman of the Writers Association of the Republic, was also a little surprised. In all fairness, the evidence was still available and had some research value. During the class, he was stalking, so he just grabbed the few pieces of evidence to prove his point of view. Anyway, no one refuted it, and there was no other literature to refute it. Zhang Ye insisted that they couldn't do anything about it, but who would have thought , Zhang Ye actually voluntarily gave up these

What do you want?

Without these, what else can you talk about?

Only Mr. Qian nodded affirmatively. Academically, Xiao Zhang is rigorous. He does not grasp what he has done, but wants to explain it from various angles. This is the attitude that should be done in learning. Only the conclusions you draw will convince everyone. Otherwise, if you talk back and forth, even if everyone thinks there is a little truth, they will not be convinced of your argument.

Chang Kaige and Zhen Shuquan were a little worried, Xiao Zhang, please don't get angry

Zhang Ye was very calm, and said calmly: "I know that everyone has doubts about the information I gave in the first class, or they don't believe it at all. It's just because there is no information to refute it, so I didn't say anything. I won’t mention these. The materials in the last class are a proof of my point of view from the perspective of historical documents. So in today’s class, I will use the 120 chapters of the current edition of Lou Meng Chat with everyone in text and stories, and use a new angle to prove my point of view”

Everyone is engrossed.

The venue suddenly became very quiet.

After waiting for a second, Zhang Ye opened his mouth and said, "Students who are interested may have already heard it, and some people may be surprised by my wording. In yesterday's lecture and today's wording, I always say about eighty times later. The "Dream of the Lou Meng", or else it is the last forty chapters of the 120-episode "Dream of the Lou Meng", but if you recall it, you will know that I have never talked about the last forty chapters of Cao Xueqin's "Dream of the Lou Meng". Like this, some people will wonder, thinking why you didn’t talk about the last forty chapters of Cao Xueqin’s "Dream of Red Mansions"?"

Senior Sister Song blinked.

Senior Zhou and the others also began to recall.

Really, it seems that Teacher Zhang Ye never said that

"Why is that, Mr. Zhang?" Yao Mi opened the microphone to speak.

Zhang Ye said indifferently: "This is also the topic we are going to talk about today. Why do I never say that? Then I can tell you now that Cao Xueqin's complete version of "A Dream of Lou Meng" is not one hundred and twenty chapters." Zhang Ye watched At the beginning of the second class, all the media, students, and people in the literary world were once again in an uproar, "the real original version of Lou Meng is actually only 108 chapters."

Ma Hengyuan is speechless

Meng Dongguo and several people in the literary world slapped their foreheads

One hundred and eight times? Zhang Ye, are you going to overthrow one of the four famous novels, A Dream of a Louvre, from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside?

I rely on

You are getting more and more nonsense

The students over there also suddenly exploded, and the discussion exploded