I’m Really a Superstar

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In the Chinese Department office area, it’s time for the teachers to get off work.

Many of them didn't leave today and stayed until around eight o'clock in the evening. First of all, some teachers wanted to listen to Zhang Ye's last class. "Zhang Ye Lectures on the Dream of the Building" also aroused the interest of many teachers and colleagues. Listen It's really addictive. Secondly, I also knew that the rankings of colleges and universities would be announced tonight, so they all stayed and waited. Now that the results are unexpectedly good, it's time for everyone to go home.

"gone."

"I'm going to Lishuiqiao, who can come along?"

"Are you going back to your mother? Then I'll give you a ride, let's go together."

Several teachers from the Chinese Department met to go home and walked out.

Su Na walked past Zhang Ye and said with a smile: "Teacher Zhang, you are amazing."

Zhang Ye smiled and waved his hand, saying: "What am I good at? It's all thanks to everyone. I came to teach this time to take advantage of everyone."

A male lecturer said happily: "Teacher Xiao Zhang, don't be humble."

A female teacher said: "Everyone sees your contribution. You have worked hard these days."

Professor Zeng also patted Zhang Ye on the shoulder and said: "If you hadn't come to the rescue to take over this elective course, the result would have been really bad. You have made our Peking University Chinese Department feel proud this time."

Yan Jiantao couldn't stand listening, "Don't say that. Being able to take the first place this time is the collective credit of everyone. It is also the foundation of our Chinese Department. Let's improve the quality of teaching and improve the depth of the curriculum. We can also take the first place." It should be, but how come the credit goes to one person? What do the other teachers think?"

Originally, everyone didn't think much about it, but Yan Jiantao's words led everyone to think about other aspects. Some people glanced at Zhang Ye, while others didn't care.

Su Naxin said what do you mean? However, Professor Yan was the oldest professor in the department, so it was difficult for her to say anything.

Professor Zeng frowned and looked at him, "Professor Yan, why do your words sound a bit..."

Chang Kaige smoothed things over and said, "Okay, everyone, let's go home. It's getting late. Haha, there are exam arrangements and various activities tomorrow. Let's go back and have an early rest."

Zhen Shuquan interrupted, "By the way, Xiao Zhang, Principal Wu just called me and asked you to come."

Zhang Ye said: "Okay, I'll go right away.

"

Yan Jiantao didn't say much more, took the bag and left by himself.

Two lecturers and professors who were familiar with him also left with Yan Jiantao.

Zhang Ye glanced at Yan Jiantao's back and wasn't too happy. Regardless of whether this matter was his own credit or not, Zhang Ye didn't take it away, let alone recognize it, and he didn't recognize it. His friends kept saying that it was everyone's collective contribution. Well, it keeps pushing outwards, what do you mean? None of this works? Do you have to shout at me for this? Does that tone of voice mean to instigate? A new lecturer of mine has gained some limelight. You can't stand it, and you want to encourage other colleagues to exclude me? What kind of humanity do you have? This is an authoritative professor in the education world?

It was okay when he first came to Peking University. Zhang Ye didn't pay much attention to this, because he had never been a lecturer and had no qualifications. No wonder everyone doubted it. However, with his efforts, the course progressed very well and he also made great achievements. The results proved his teaching level. Whether it was students or colleagues, they all changed their attitudes and impressions of him and recognized him. But what? Even so, you, Yan Jiantao, still find fault with me? When I didn't get good grades, you said I was incompetent, and when I got good grades, you started to use my qualifications to pressure others?

No matter what I do, it doesn't work?

Then what are you thinking about?

You are a professor and you have strong qualifications, so you can use your power to step on anyone you don’t like?

A few teachers were really instigated. They were probably lecturers who had a good relationship with Professor Yan. Seeing that Yan Jiantao was uncomfortable with Zhang Ye, they all subconsciously adjusted their attitude towards Zhang Ye and did not show this attitude on their faces. Yes, it's just that I may be a little alienated from Zhang Ye in my heart. Professor Yan is the oldest professor in the Chinese Department and even at Peking University. He is also the most authoritative figure in the domestic professional field. Not to mention Chang Kaige, even the leaders of Peking University respect him. Zhang Ye and Yan Jiantao are the same. Compared to that, it really doesn’t count.

"Teacher Zhang." Su Na whispered: "Don't worry, Professor Yan often likes to rely on his old age. We are all used to it. Don't take it to heart."

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "It's okay." But he was not okay in his heart.

Professor Zeng said: "Xiao Zhang, will you go home together?"

"Next time, Professor Zeng, Principal Wu is looking for me." Zhang Ye said.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot, I'm leaving then." Professor Zeng withdrew. There were too many people, and he couldn't say anything to Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye also went downstairs and walked towards President Wu's office building. He happened to catch a glimpse of Yan Jiantao and an old professor who was passing by. They got into a car and drove away. It was a good day and something that made Yan Jiantao happy. Being disturbed, Zhang Ye said in his heart: Let’s forget it this time. Don’t bother me. If you push me, I don’t care who you are.

Another building.

Principal Wu's office.

Dong Dong, Zhang Ye knocked on the door gently, "Principal Wu."

"Come in, the door is unlocked." The voice was a little soft and far away.

I opened the door and went in, but I still didn't see anyone. The outer office was empty. Then I heard a voice coming from the study room with a crack in the door, "This way."

The office is a suite, and the vice principal's treatment is definitely better than others.

Zhang Ye entered and was stunned when he saw Wu Zeqing, dressed in an elegant long dress, standing behind a long desk, holding a brush and writing. On the desk were the Four Treasures of the Study, and there was a faint scent of ink floating in the room. Some of Wu Zeqing's scents of mature women are mixed together, and it smells quite good. This guy is not up to par either. One minute he was put in a bad mood by Yan Jiantao, but the next minute when he saw the beautiful woman, Zhang Ye's mood immediately improved. As the ancients said, a graceful and mature person... a lady, a gentleman. So disgusting.

All in plain color.

A dignified look on his face.

One person's strokes are like flowing clouds and flowing water.

This picture is so beautiful that it’s indescribable

"What are you doing?"

"Wait a moment."

"Ai."

"……alright."

She finished writing a piece of calligraphy.

Wu Zeqing put down the brush and said with a smile: "You're just in time, help me see which of these paintings is better." There were three paintings beside it, which she also took out, "Tomorrow afternoon, there will be a national competition held in the Peking University Auditorium. The Spring Festival Gala for primary and secondary school students. The principal has been ill recently and is not feeling well. The task of writing the inscription fell on me. You are one of the few in our Chinese Department who has made great achievements in the field of literature, so I am looking for you. Let’s take a look, first look at the words, secondly look at the meaning, if it works, it’s settled.”

No wonder Zhang Ye's attempts to use Peking University's auditorium for his open classes these days have not been approved. I heard there was an event years ago, and it turned out to be this one. In addition to setting up the venue, such a big party also requires rehearsals. Obviously, there is no extra time. It was left to Zhang Ye to give lectures.

Zhang Ye was flattered and said: "Principal Wu, other teachers and professors are much better than me. My level is limited, so I don't dare to show you blindly."

Wu Zeqing sat down with a slight smile and said: "Other teachers have more teaching experience than you, but when it comes to composing poems, sentences and articles, how many of them can compare with you? Professor Yan is a good hand in this area and his level is very high. , but Professor Yan is older, and this is a party for primary and secondary schools, so I still trust your vision in this regard. After all, you are also a young man, so don’t refuse, haha, let’s watch.”

Zhang Ye didn't dare to exaggerate, "I really don't dare to say that I understand in front of you, so I'll just take a look." Then he looked at the words.

Seeing this, he was stunned

This word is written so gracefully.

This can no longer be said to be good calligraphy, but top-notch calligraphy.

Zhang Ye was a little dumbfounded. He had never seen Wu Zeqing's calligraphy, but others had mentioned it a few times. They said that although Wu Zeqing came from an administrative background in the Ministry of Education and was not an academic or first-line educator before, his cultural background was very high - —Zhang Ye thought it was the praise of everyone, and thought it was just a show of words, but now he realizes that those praises may not be enough. This word can already be said to be a work of art.

Zhang Ye has also read several calligraphy skill experience books. In the eyes of ordinary people, his handwriting is pretty good, but only he knows that he is far from even a skilled person and can only bluff. To scare laymen, Zhang Ye would not dare to call his calligraphy calligraphy in front of real experts, which would inevitably make people laugh. However, Principal Wu's calligraphy is not only proficient in calligraphy, but also has his own style and artistry. What is Song style? Wu Zeqing is neither a seal script nor a cursive script. The font style is a bit like running script, but not the same. The processing of many strokes has the shadow of cursive script. It has obviously become a school of its own. This is what true calligraphy masters dare to do.

Zhang Ye doesn't know much about the real art of calligraphy. He just knows a little by watching the excitement. As for the artistry of Wu Zeqing's calligraphy, it is not something Zhang Ye can infer and understand. This is beyond his understanding of the field of calligraphy. level of appreciation.

As for the content, it's all about "inheriting classics", "blooming youth" and the like, and there is also a famous aphorism, which is nothing unusual.

He exclaimed: "You really have nothing to say. No matter what you write, you can hold the table. I can read these articles, and I can use any of them as a prompt."

Wu Zeqing looked at him gently and said, "Which one is fine? That means neither one is appropriate."

Zhang Ye sweated and thought to himself: Why do you understand so well? Said: "No, they are all so good, it's hard to choose."

Wu Zeqing smiled slightly and said: "Let's not talk about calligraphy. I always feel that there is something missing in terms of content. If it were you, what words would you mention?"

Zhang Ye said modestly: "My writing is definitely not as good as yours."

Wu Zeqing ignored his words and said, "Tell me a few things about young people."

Seeing that he had no choice, Zhang Ye had no choice but to ask: "Youth is a time for cultivating habits, hopes and beliefs?" - This is what Ruskin said in his world

Wu Zeqing smiled softly, "Is there more?"

"Isn't this possible?" Zhang Ye said: "What you sow in youth will be reaped in old age?" - This is what Ibsen said on his earth.

"Is there any more?" Wu Zeqing asked.

Zhang Ye said again: "Young people, for the sake of later memories, are you careful to refer to your current drawings?" - This is what Bing Xin said.

"Anything else?" Wu Zeqing asked again.

Zhang Ye said: "Young people can first turn China into a talking China: speak boldly, act bravely, forget all interests and risks, put aside the ancients and express their true words?" - This is what Lu Xun said .

Wu Zeqing: "..."

Then Zhang Ye said: "This won't work either?"

Wu Zeqing looked at him and said, "You don't understand? Every sentence you wrote is better than the sentence I just wrote. If you still don't understand, others will have become illiterate long ago. Haha, it seems that I have come to you to help you." I found the right one." After thinking about it, Wu Zeqing chose a sentence from Lu Xun in Zhang Ye's world without any delay. Maybe he was inspired. After feeding the ink, Principal Wu laid out a piece of rice paper and started writing.

half a minute.

A piece of writing is completed

Wu Zeqing showed a smile and nodded.

Zhang Ye praised it from the side, "Your handwriting is really beautiful."

"Just use your sentences, it's settled." Wu Zeqing seemed very satisfied, and put the words away to dry and put them away.

Zhang Ye blinked and said, "Principal Wu, are you no longer able to use the other calligraphy paintings you have written? Can I ask for a calligraphy painting?"

Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "Okay, you can choose."

"Okay." Zhang Ye was not polite and picked one of the rolls to put away.

Firstly, Zhang Ye really likes her calligraphy so much. Secondly, the leader has written so many words and spent so much time on it. If you don't ask the leader for calligraphy, are you embarrassed? So you see, Zhang Ye is not incapable of doing things, the main thing is to divide people.