I’m Really a Superstar

Outside the auditorium.

The square is very lively.

A female reporter and cameraman from a local TV station in Tianjin City was first stunned by Yao Mi from the Chinese Department, then confused by a man with glasses from the Mathematics Department of Peking University, and finally directly stunned by the junior college student Sister Song. , The female reporter in Tianjin has only one feeling at this moment. The people at Peking University and them are not in the same world. She just wants to have a brief interview. Would it be so difficult?

"The eleventh problem is..."

"Classmates, classmates, it's okay."

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

Many students from Peking University in the Chinese department know Sister Song, and even people in other departments have heard of Sister Song's name for a long time. Seeing the expression of the female reporter, everyone was very happy.

"quite funny"

"Haha, Senior Sister Song has committed another old problem"

"When you mention academic issues, you can't stop at all."

"These reporters are really unlucky. Asking who is not good is Song Xueba, and they dare to ask academic questions. Or if I talk to you for an hour, Song Xueba will pretend to be a scholar.

Peking University is full of talents, and one or two can be seen from now on.

Yao Mi on the other end asked her roommate to help her line up, but she squeezed there when she saw the reporters and the camera, and kept saying good things about Zhang Ye, and then fainted with another large group of reporters, and hid when she saw Yao Mi.

Teachers from the Chinese Department also came.

As long as there is no class in the afternoon, almost all of them are on the scene.

Seeing the reporter's embarrassment and seeing the crowded crowd, Professor Zeng, who had a good relationship with Zhang Ye, smiled slightly, "In this scene, I don't think there is enough room in an auditorium with five thousand people."

Su Na was surprised, "So many students?"

The dean of the department, Chang Kaige, frowned and said, "How many skipping classes are there."

Zhen Shuquan joked: "This time the school leaders will also have a lot of people here. Let's go, let's enter first. I think if it is late, there will be no seats for us."

In addition to the teachers of the Chinese Department, there were also teachers from the History Department and other departments who came to join in the fun. After seeing them, they were speechless. Zhang Ye's class was just an elective class, only a class of more than 100 people. How many people came to the public class? Five thousand people? Why is this? This has broken the record of attendance at Peking University's public classes. Previously, such large auditoriums were used for meetings and performances. The school left Zhang Ye for public classes, which is because there may be more people. But I didn't expect to be full. Now it depends on the situation, let alone full, your mother may not be enough to sit inside. They even saw students in their department. There will be classes in the afternoon, but now this Helping students are all queuing there and squeezing in, the main class is gone

People are more dead than people

Shop around

Zhang Ye's appeal, these Peking University lecturers are really nothing to say, but they also know that they can't compare to others.After all, Zhang Ye is a star himself, and the things he throws are really amazing. If they, lecturers, dare. It was said at Peking University that "Journey to the West was not written by Wu Chengen at all." They can certainly arouse so much social attention, but the key is that they dare not.

"Zhang Ye offended the literary world yesterday?"

"Yes, meager sent a limerick, this is an offense to the literary world"

"He is so true. His views are not tenable, so dare you offend people like this?"

"Our Peking University is a century-old school, so don't get involved with our school's reputation. I hope Zhang Ye can really show some iron evidence of real swords and guns today, otherwise it won't be good."

"Well, when I was outside just now, I saw Director Liu invited some experts in the literary world to dinner. They should all be attending public classes."

"Zhang Ye is driving himself to a dead end."

"I hope he can come back. If he can't clean up this mess, he will be ashamed. Not only will he lose his own people, but also our people from Peking University."

Teachers from several departments of Peking University were all worried at this time.

The secretary and director of the Chinese Department have similar ideas. This is no longer a matter for Zhang Ye alone, but for the entire Peking University and the entire Chinese Department. If something goes wrong, Chang Kaige and Zhen Shuquan will also have to take responsibility. And this responsibility is too great-they can't bear the responsibility of composing one of the four great masterpieces in an attempt to tamper with history to induce students. If it is an ordinary big class, it will be fine. If you can't pass it out, you can get it back if you pass it out. But now it's hard to get it. The whole society can't wait to know it. There are so many students and so many reporters. Zhang Ye seems to be not chaotic enough. Last night, he added another fire, and the entire literary world was scolded as a grandson. The literary world has also been intrigued by dozens of people. Those in the education circle, in the history circle, get, today's Peking University can be described as a gathering of talents, find the difference, and watch the excitement.

This Zhang Ye

It's not worrying

at the same time.

Zhang Ye's car entered the gate of Peking University and was on the phone.

"Son." It was my mother, "You are in trouble."

Zhang Ye chuckled, "Mom, just relax, I have a sense of measure."

Mom said angrily: "Your dad and I woke up in the morning and watched the morning news before we knew that you made such a big mess. You are dying. You can't stay idle for a day. You dare to step on the four famous books? , Everyone scolds you, you really don't stop ah you"

Zhang Ye said, "I really know how to do it. Mom, let my dad not worry about it. I'm at Peking University. It's time to prepare for class. Let's not talk about it."

The phone just hung up.

Ringing, Wu Zeqing's number is displayed.

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

"Are you there?" Wu Zeqing's gentle and elegant voice was very pleasant.

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

Wu Zeqing said, "How are your preparations?"

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Almost, it depends on the live performance. I didn't prepare a draft. I am a typical live player, ha ha."

Wu Zeqing said: "Then I can rest assured."

"Do you really trust me? Are you afraid of something wrong with me?" Zhang Ye asked strangely.

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

Zhang Ye was slightly silent upon hearing this, "...thank you."

Wu Zeqing said: "Don't tell me, I will go to the auditorium to listen to your class soon. What will you say today? To be honest, I am still looking forward to it. Don't let everyone down.

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

Zhang Ye is really heartwarming for the trust of Vice President Wu. He has rarely experienced this kind of feeling. When he was on the radio, the leader gave him contempt, and when he was on the TV, the leader suppressed him, even if he was in support of me. On the Internet TV station, every unexpected move and decision of Zhang Ye, such as the new program format of the talk show, has also been questioned by the leaders and the people around him. It is stumbling to implement it, and in the end it is the result that wins everyone's approval. The broadcast of the program was extended, otherwise the company would have cut it off without hesitation. But at Peking University, the situation is a little different. Zhang Ye didn't expect to encounter such a school leader as Wu Zeqing who trusts him so 100%. Compared with questioning the four famous authors, what kind of resistance is a talk show that has never appeared before? What kind of pressure is the radio program of Children's Story? What is the problem of being a lecturer of "Hundred Schools Forum"? In such a comparison, these resistances are too pediatric, but it is Zhang Ye's earth-shattering and even "rebellious" viewpoint, Wu Zeqing actually supports him

The whole society is scolding him

But Wu Zeqing’s attitude to support 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 my buddy 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 an internal dedicated passage. At this time, the expression on his face also became serious, putting away the looseness.

"Hey Xiao Zhang." A familiar face appeared.

Zhang Ye took a look and greeted him, "Brother Hu, are you here too?"

It was Hu Fei from Beijing TV Station and Zhang Ye's old leader, "Yes, come and support you. It just so happened that I met a teacher here, and came over through the back door. The seat for your public class is not easy to handle. I just got a place, and I still owe favors."

Zhang Ye immediately said, "Tell me, I will leave you a place."

Hu Fei smiled and said, "Knowing that you have to prepare for class, you are busy, where can I disturb you?"

"What class do I prepare? Just copy a few documents. Don't you know me? When did you use the manuscript, it's all in your head." Zhang Ye smiled.

"Ms. Zhang Ye." Someone came from behind.

Hu Fei said: "You have to be busy, I'll go in first, and talk later."

"Xinglai." Zhang Ye looked back, "Oh, Miss Xiaomei, Director Zhao."

It is Wang Xiaomei, the broadcast host of Beijing Radio and Zhao Guozhou, the old leader of Zhang Ye.

Zhao Guozhou smiled and said, "It's been a long time. Okay, now the noise is getting bigger and bigger every day. Fortunately, I know a director of the History Department, otherwise I can't get in if I want to listen to your class."

Wang Xiaomei is still the same, not talking.

Zhang Ye smiled and exchanged greetings with the two of them. It was indeed a long time since they saw each other. The next meeting was really kind, and Zhang Ye also missed his old friends.

As soon as the two left, another came.

"Huh, Xiao Zhang." Someone called him.

Zhang Ye looked at it, his eyes lit up, "Old Qian."

Qian is always a senior in the literary world. He once served as the first judge in the Beijing couplet competition. He is a good old acquaintance with Zhang Ye. He has spoken in support of Zhang Ye more than once.

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

Old Qian stroked his beard, "I am listening to your lecture."

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

"Haha, you can't afford it, who can afford it?" Qian Lao pointed to the people who came in from behind. "Isn't all the people here today listening to your lectures? With your talents and knowledge, you have already I am qualified to give you a lecture. The evidence you gave yesterday is very important and powerful. I am also really curious. Isn't this coming? Well, I will say it in a while. Today I am also your student and listen to you. speak."

Zhang Ye shook his hand quickly, "Don't, you are killing me."

Old Qian looked at him again, "But I haven't settled accounts with your kid yet, what's the matter with that limerick? You scolded me too."

Zhang Ye smiled and apologized, "Sorry, sorry, I am quick to talk, but you are not counted in my limericks. In my opinion, you do not belong to the literary world, and you belong to the cultural world. The cultural circle is a big one, one level higher than the literary circle."

Old Qian happily said, "Come on."

Many people entered the arena from the dedicated passage one after another. They all saw Zhang Ye, but no one greeted him, but a lot of people greeted Qian Lao.

Someone glanced at Zhang Ye.

Someone looked at him slightly annoyed.

Someone said nothing but kept shaking their heads.

Obviously, it is estimated that they are all the literary figures in Zhang Ye's mouth, who are "looking forward to the death", but I haven't seen any heavyweights, so they should have all entered the venue early.

"Humph"

"This is Zhang Ye?"

"arrogant"

"I want to see what he can say today"

Zhang Ye shrugged his shoulders and smiled at Old Qian: "Did you see it? Few people came to listen to my lecture today, they were all to watch me jokes."

"Who told you to recruit people all the time." Qian Lao laughed at him, "You scolded every map cannon."

"But I'm not wrong." Zhang Ye didn't have this self-consciousness. "Except for you and a few friends in the literary world, how many people in the literary circle look pleasing to me? Oh, I'm a broadcaster and host from a professional class. , I can’t do literature? I can’t do better than them? They besieged whenever I have something. When I publish any poetry, they say no. What kind of reason I say that they're looking forward to death. Don't you wrong them at all?"

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

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Except for your senior, I haven't seen a few others. When there is something really wrong, when the society really needs them, all of them hide. That is called a quiet, when nothing happens. They all popped out, and they were all in their nests. They were good at excluding dissidents. Holding the banner of seniority and morality, they started to kill their own people. Haha, I don't care about others, you don't want me, buddies don't care about literature. This glorious tradition, if you swipe me, I just swish you. Do you think they swung me or I swung them? As soon as I relied on the host who ate with my mouth, they were better than me? I let them have half a mouth and they also scolded But I want to deal with me in the field of my old profession? Isn't this teasing me? I'm still competing with them."

"This is your mouth." Old Qian shook his head and smiled bitterly. "I have to put this mouth on the spacecraft. The ship can fly out of the galaxy and can't stop it."

Several experts from the history world also entered the arena not far away. After hearing Zhang Ye's words by chance, they all tripped one by one and almost fell to the ground.

There is a word in their minds right now

——The hooligans are not terrible, they are afraid of being 〖culture

This teacher Zhang Ye, it is really rumored that it is better to meet, this is the master who is even more generous than the rumor.