I’m Really a Superstar

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On the rostrum.

The first party program was on stage.

The song and dance show started with a group of colorful primary school students, and then a group of junior high school students and high school students gradually joined in the dance. The music had a strong rhythm.

Professor Yan got off the stage and returned to his seat.

"Professor Yan."

"What you said is very good."

"Ginger is still spicy when it's old."

Yan Jiantao smiled and waved his hand, speaking modestly.

Several old professors and colleagues around him continued to praise him.

Others also mentioned the story again, and they all commented that Zhang Ye's literary education is completely inferior to Yan Jiantao. Compared with Professor Yan's orthodox and traditional educational literature route, in this field, Zhang Ye's literary qualities are really inferior. After taking action, many Peking University teachers thought that this was a gap in levels and a difference in realm. Teacher Zhang’s works are more popular and popular than those of Professor Yan, but so what? The comparison between literature and education is not about the so-called popularity, nor about who is more lively, but about the connotation and significance.

Is Zhang Ye okay?

He hasn't shown his ability in this area yet.

Most of the Peking University teachers were concentrated in the area on the right side of the front row. Some gossip could not help but leak out to Zhang Ye. When there was an interruption in the stage music, Zhang Ye heard it.

Am I not as good as Yan Jiantao? Zhang Ye smiled and said nothing.

Su Na also heard it and whispered: "Teacher Zhang, don't take it seriously. Everyone just said it casually to watch the excitement. There is no other meaning."

Zhang Ye shrugged, "It doesn't matter."

The students in the auditorium are almost asleep

Is this called having an education level? Is this called literary?

Zhang Ye simply didn't know what to say. He also admitted that literature was not about popularity, but it couldn't completely ignore popularity, right? If no one can listen or understand, then who is this literature for? So what is the meaning of literature? Self-admiration? Everyone is drunk and I am the only one awake? If it has no communicability at all, then this so-called literature is of no use! Yan Jiantao’s speech is indeed on the right track, and the truth he talks about is also correct, but you want to say that his speech is particularly good? Zhang Ye disagreed.

One show after another.

Show after show.

dance……

chorus……

Acrobatics……

Crosstalk sketch...

Suddenly, when the party was coming to an end, a middle school student walked onto the stage and performed a short talk show, which was very strange to everyone.

Students are very interested in new things.

"Talk show?"

"Isn't this started by Teacher Zhang Ye?"

"That's okay."

"Is it okay? It's far worse than what Zhang Ye said."

"That's not nonsense. Zhang Ye is the founder of this program format. He is also a professional host. This cannot be compared like this. What others have said is already very good.

"Oh, it makes me want to listen to Teacher Zhang Ye talk about talk shows. Isn't he a teacher from Peking University? Will he give us a segment today?"

"No chance, Teacher Zhang Ye is not a primary or secondary school student."

A talk show has aroused discussions among some students from various provinces. Of course, there are still most people who have never heard of talk shows, and many people don’t know who Zhang Ye is, so they thought this program format was It was a stand-up comedy. After the classmates explained it to them, they realized that it was called a talk show. No wonder it felt different from a stand-up comedy. There was no theme, and the way of shaking off the baggage was also very different.

Front row.

Some people didn't bother to listen to the talk shows on the stage.

A staff member from Peking University bent over and ran over. He squatted there to avoid being caught by the camera and not affecting other people. He quickly said: "The principal can't come."

The deputy principal was stunned, "What's going on?"

Wu Zeqing also asked: "The principal is still not feeling well?"

"Well, I contacted them by phone over there. The principal is still in the hospital. I just said that he would be discharged from the hospital, but it still doesn't work." The staff member said: "The hospital said that the principal's blood pressure has increased and he needs to be infused for examination, so he will be waiting for a while." I’m sure I won’t be able to make it through now, so the principal asked someone to pass on the message and say the closing speech for others to support.”

A vice-principal with a gray beard said: "That's all we can do for now. Principal Wu, you are very eloquent, so come on." Then he said to the staff member: "Where is the manuscript of the closing speech?"

The man was stunned, "Manuscript? Uh, there is no manuscript."

An old professor said: "Isn't it a manuscript typed by the office for the principal?"

"No." The staff member said, "This time it was written by the principal himself. I was so busy just now that I forgot to ask the principal. Maybe the manuscript is with the principal."

The old professor said: "Why don't you hurry up and get it?"

Wu Zeqing said: "It's too late, there are only three programs left."

The staff member wiped his sweat and said: "It takes an hour to get to and from the hospital. The principal doesn't usually use a computer. He writes everything by hand and there is no way to send it over. I don't know if the hospital has a fax machine."

The old vice-principal looked at his watch, "I can't catch up even if I have a fax, Principal Wu?"

Wu Zeqing shook his head gently and said: "The closing speech is not a matter of one or two sentences. It needs to highlight the topic, summarize it, and also need some speeches to support the scene. This needs to be prepared a long time in advance. There is no draft at the moment. It’s not realistic to say that.”

"How about I go?" The old vice-principal thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "But I haven't prepared a manuscript. I can't use the speech I have used before. Now that the Internet is so developed, if someone sees it and exposes it, everyone will You don’t have to accuse Peking University of not being sincere enough to mess things up.”

Another school leader said: "But someone has to take the lead. The closing speech is more important than the opening speech. This party is of great political significance. It is impossible to ignore this link and end it directly. Otherwise, everyone's face will not look good. Our face will be ugly." It's not pretty." He was also a little anxious. No matter what, someone must go up, otherwise there would be a real political problem. He looked at the other people behind him and said, "Who can help?"

Yan Jiantao looked at it but said nothing.

Several old professors looked at each other, but no one responded.

At this critical moment, no one can speak, and no one can speak. How can they say the closing speech without any preparation? Of course, it’s not impossible to say it, but what if you say the wrong word or the wrong thing? If the closing speech is not ideal, you may have to take responsibility.

The old vice-principal called his name, "Old Yu, you go"

Professor Yu immediately said: "Old principal, I didn't prepare anything. The closing speech can't be all stage words, it has to say something. If there is no script, who can say it?"

If they were asked to give a lecture and talk about an academic issue, they would have no problem, because it had been said thousands of times before and they were already familiar with it by heart. However, they had never taught the closing speech to primary and secondary school students before. There is no need for those things at all, so I have to give them at least an hour to write them.

Wu Zeqing said: "Lao Yu, your writing is good, what about writing now?"

Professor Yu smacked his lips and said, "It will take at least half an hour."

The old vice-principal said: "It's only a few minutes, I don't have time to write."

Professor Yu said: "Then I can't do it. I don't dare to ask the big questions. I really can't speak without a manuscript."

No manuscript?

No manuscript?

These words made the old vice-principal sigh, and he looked at Wu Zeqing and said: "Principal Wu, didn't the Chinese Department you are in charge of have a host? His name is Zhang Ye, right? I heard that he never makes any scripts when hosting a show. , when I was talking about the elective course "Dream of Red Mansions", I never prepared a manuscript, right?"

Wu Zeqing nodded, "Teacher Xiao Zhang always gives lectures without writing."

The other vice-principal frowned and said, "Is this really true? There are so many things in a new course, how can we talk about it without manuscripts or lectures?"

A lecturer said: "That's true. I have attended Zhang Ye's class. Except for some materials that are shown to others, he really doesn't use scripts, and he doesn't even need to read the materials that are projected. He can recite everything backwards and forwards, and this person's improvisation is very good." He has many works. It is said that all his poems are composed on the spot and never written in advance. By the way, at the press conference of Shanghai Radio and Television, Zhang Ye gave a speech on the spot, called "The Last Speech" , is very popular on the Internet. I watched the video once and it was very good. You can tell it was done on the spot."

The old vice principal said, "Then let Zhang Ye take over. Principal Wu, what do you think?"

Wu Zeqing thought for a moment and smiled, "If Xiao Zhang goes, it will definitely be no problem. Okay, it's up to him." Then he called the staff member, "Go to the back to find Xiao Zhang and tell him that he must Say the closing remarks, then say hello to the host, and pay attention when announcing the curtain."

The man took the order and said "Okay"

Yan Jiantao frowned and asked Zhang Ye to give the closing speech? He knows the literary side of satire and swearing all day long, what can he say?

Third row.

The Peking University staff member squeezed past with his head lowered, "Please give way, please." He quickly found Zhang Ye, "Teacher Zhang."

Zhang Ye said in surprise: "Looking for me?"

The staff member hurriedly said: "The principal is having an infusion in the hospital and can't say the closing speech. Now there is no manuscript and no one can say it. Principal Wu and the others asked me to come to you to save the day."

Zhang Ye waved his hand, "I can't do it. I don't have any manuscripts."

The person said: "Don't you usually perform on the spot? Principal Wu said that only you can save the fire in this matter. The show will end soon and it's too late."

Zhang Ye didn't want to go. This shit would not end well. "Did Principal Wu name me?"

"That's right. Although there are many teachers and professors from Peking University present, you may be the only one who can perform without writing. No one else has this ability." The man was afraid that Zhang Ye would not go, so he quickly complimented him.

Zhang Ye hesitated for a moment and said helplessly: "Well, I can only say that I will give it a try. I can't say that I will definitely be able to explain it well. Well, what will it be about?"

The man said: "Anything will do, just be more profound. The leader said that the tail of the closing speech should not be too soft. It is best to have a concluding speech that fits the atmosphere of this primary and secondary school party."

"I understand." Zhang Ye said.

The man breathed out, "Thank you very much for your hard work."

At this time, the penultimate program on the field also started, and the staff member bent down and left, crouched down and ran to the side stage again, and whispered a few words to the two hosts. The male and female hosts nodded, glanced in Zhang Ye's direction, and understood.