I’m Really a Superstar

It’s almost a little faster.

Inside the Great Hall of the North.

Zhang Wei came in, but even in the back room lounge, he could hear the hustle and bustle of the distant. He knew that these people came from him and came to listen to him. For a time, Zhang Wei also felt the feeling of a heart, and kept boiling in my heart. As he said, he has never been too fond of talking. He is at home, and when he is at school, it is a relatively low-key master in the class. He never gets the attention of others, but what kind of activities do you really have? There is a stage, and that Zhang is a spirit. He is a typical on-the-spot player. The more people there are, the bigger the scene is, the more they come, the more they work.

“How many minutes?” Zhang Wei asked.

"Mr. Zhang, there are still ten minutes." The staff of an auditorium said.

"Well, are projections and microphones all right?" Zhang said.

The staff said: "They are all debugged, you can rest assured that there is no problem, you have debugged several times before."

Zhang Xiao smiled and said: "Well, thank you very much, hard work everyone."

"Hey, you said, this is not all right." Several staff members were very polite, and they also knew how much social attention they had today.

Meeting place.

The cameras are all set up, there are Peking University, and there are also cameramen who are attending journalists. They have submitted applications before, and today they were allowed to take pictures. However, when they want to publish videos of public classes, they must have authorization and review from Peking University. This is the premise.

There are seven or eight cameras.

The seats of five or six thousand people were also packed, and many students did not squeeze in.

Wu Zeqing and a few faces that Zhang Wei didn't know were the last ones. As soon as they came, many people sitting in the front row greeted them.

"President Wu."

"Wang Director is here?"

"Chen Chan, I haven't seen you for a long time."

This is Peking University's school leadership team, a total of four people, each level is not small, the highest should be similar to Wu Zeqing. After a moment of chilling, everyone is seated.

Greeting with them is naturally not an ordinary person.

Most of the first row, almost all of them are senior experts in the history of literature.

For example, Qian Lao, who met with Wu Zeqing and the vice president Chen, may be more familiar with Vice President Chen, and they talked for a long time.

Wu Zeqing is talking to a woman.

Yan Yu smiled: "President Wu, you are really talented at Peking University."

"It's okay." Wu Zeqing said softly: "I can't compare with your association. Vice President Yan is here today. I heard that you are busy selling new books."

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

Yan Yuyi squinted his mouth. "I am busy with a new book, but there is no way. My new book is a dream of writing a dream." Your teacher Zhang of Peking University gave a total negative to the dream. I can’t post it. Ah, so I can only come over and learn to learn."

Everyone can hear the irony of Yan Yu.

Wu Zeqing has a dignified smile. "Learning can't be talked about, let's discuss each other."

Next to another dark-skinned middle-aged man spoke. "We can't discuss it with Zhang Wei. President Wu, you and I are respectful, but Zhang Hao..." Shaking his head.

Money has inserted a sentence, "Xiao Yang, are you feeling with emotions? Hehe."

This red scientist Yang teacher said: "The old money, I have no emotions, I am, ‘I am looking forward to the death of my peers, what can I have?”

Sure enough, the person who came is not good.

There are thorns in the words.

Professor Zeng said: "Old Yang, Teacher Xiao Zhang is really a bit stunned, but academically, he is still professional. If there is anything wrong with it, I will give everyone a sin for Xiao Zhang." It is taught by the Chinese Department of Peking University. Most of the people who come to the university are experts in the literary world. They all know each other. Even if they are unfamiliar, they have met each other or heard each other's names. This circle is not big, and there are many crosses.

Lao Yang waved: "That's not needed."

Meng Dongguo, vice chairman of the Beijing Writers Association, also came and looked at the watch: "Not yet?"

Professor Ma Hengyuan of the National People's Congress is also among them. Everyone came to the group to step on the call, and I was ready to see Zhang Xiao's joke. How can I get him less? "Time is coming?"

Chang Kaige looked at him. "Professor Ma is very anxious."

Ma Hengyuan did not look at it: "I still have classes in the afternoon. I have to go back after listening for half an hour. Does this Xiao Zhang have to take time to talk about it? So many seniors and industry experts are waiting for him to be a junior? ”

This is nothing to look for.

Many lecturers at Peking University are jealous of him, and he says that no one is asking for you.

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

At the last minute, Zhang Wei walked from the back to the rostrum.

The applause is not very much, nor is it very neat.

Only Yao Mi and some people who like Zhang Wei especially screamed and applauded there. Although the applause was limited, it turned out to be quite lively.

"Mr. Zhang is handsome," Yao said.

Yao Mi’s roommate also squats, “Mr. Zhang, I love you”

When the words came, the meeting place of 5,000 people suddenly made a sneer.

The red scientists and writers in the front row shook their heads slightly. This is to study academics, not to engage in personal worship and chase stars. What does a classroom look like? Anyway, Zhang Hao, no matter what, they don’t look good, this time Just waiting for Zhang Wei to make a logical mistake in the lecture, then they gave a fatal blow.

The reporters have all spirited.

"I'm coming"

"Fast, the camera is on"

"Check the screen and don't miss the lens."

The North University students are also looking excitedly at the podium. Many people are curious about what Zhang Wei will say today. There are still many people who don’t care about this. They just look at the chaos and want to see if Zhang Wei can still lose. What kind of blockbuster shocked the world?

Hu Fei looked at it with a smile.

Zhao Guozhou and Wang Xiaomei also whispered.

On the stage.

Zhang Wei stood still and touched the microphone on the shelf. He smiled and looked at the seats of thousands of people under the stage. He took a deep breath and enjoyed the feeling of mass speculation, just like he liked this world chapter. The famous song "I don't believe" from Yuanqi. This song actually refers to himself.

I don't believe that I was born worse than others.

I don't believe it, I don't have any talent at all.

I don't believe that I am destined to be under people.

I don't believe, my voice will never answer.

Today, Zhang Wei’s voice has spread far and wide. He has received a response from everyone. He has done what he has been looking forward to, what he hopes for, and will shout further in the future. This is his determination to go. The road is so determined that it has to go on the road

"Hello everyone." Zhang Wei smiled and picked up the microphone. "Today is a very special open class. I have come to many school leaders. I have come to many senior teachers in the history of the literary world. I have come to many scholars in the education field. I have also come to many journalist comrades. As a lecturer at the Peking University Elective Course, I am personally flattered and welcome everyone. Well, because of some special circumstances, the school leaders found me to change the way I open the class, I also agree So, let's send some microphones down, give some of my students, and some experts in the literary world. After all, the auditorium is too big. If you speak below, the meat dumplings can't be heard clearly."

Several Peking University staff members came over.

"give me one."

"I want a microphone too."

"Here, I will take one."

Some people in the literary world are rushing to come to the microphone, such as Yan Yu, such as Meng Dongguo. The rest is given to the students of Zhang Wei class. Everyone is concentrated in an area in front of the middle row. They are arranged together. Yao Cui and Song Xuejie Zhou Xuechang also got the microphone.

Zhang Weidao: "Today's class, you can always ask questions, not just my students, but please be careful not to disturb the class when asking questions, and it is best not to interrupt me when I have not finished important things. ”

"Do not interrupt you?"

"What is important to say?"

"What is it called at any time to ask questions?"

Several people in the literary world are chilling, and Zhang Wei’s words are obviously for them.

Zhang Wei was also a bachelor and replied: "As for how to tell me not to interrupt me in important narratives - this interpretation and final decision is right in me."

Hey

Ok, you kid.

Many people in the literary world have been angered again.

Professor Zeng and Su Na’s Chinese teachers all smiled and did not fall. Zhang Wei seems to be with them.

The students and many reporters are very excited. This class hasn't started yet. When it comes up, the smell of gunpowder is full. Then there must be a good show.

"Now start the lecture." Zhang Wei looked at them: "If you don't ask questions and speak, the person holding the microphone should turn off the microphone first to avoid noise and affect everyone." After that, Zhang Hao took a deep breath and laughed. The beginning of the "first class, we talked about the dream of the building", I listed a lot of evidence in the literature to support my point of view, Lou Meng" is not the original pen of Mr. Cao Xueqin after eighty times, everyone goes back Someone should have checked it, Xiao Song, have you done this in your homework?"

Song Xuejie saw Zhang Hao calling himself, and stood up calmly. He opened the microphone and said: "I did, the evidence you gave did exist, and... I can't refute it now."

Zhang Wei looked at other people. "Everyone, who else has other evidence to refute the information I gave yesterday? If so, we can continue to discuss."

The North University students did not speak.

Even the people in the literary world have stopped talking and stopped, and finally did not say anything.

The evidence provided by Zhang Wei is indeed a little bit strong, and they really have no other literature to deny the evidence, but this does not mean that they have admitted the evidence. The poems are still poor in strength. And the authority is not big.

Zhang Hao nodded and said: "Since no one has refuted the information, then we will draw a full stop on the content of the previous lesson, not to mention it first."

Meng Dongguo has a glimpse.

Ma Hengyuan also frowned.

Not mentioning? This is what the literary circles have never thought of. The vice chairman of Yan Yu, the republic of the Republic, is also slightly surprised. In all fairness, the evidence is still in hand, and there is still some research value. They always thought that Zhang Wei would be behind. In the course of stalking, he seized the evidence and did not put it to prove his point of view. Anyway, no one refutes it, and there is no other document to refute it. Zhang Yi has no way to bite this, but whoever thought Zhang Hao actually gave up these

What do you want?

If you don't have this, what else can you say?

Only the old money nodded affirmatively. In academics, Xiao Zhang is rigorous. He does not grasp the past, but wants to elaborate from various angles. This is the attitude that should be learned, and only in this way. The conclusions will make everyone convinced, otherwise the car will go back and forth, even if you feel a little reasonable, you will not be convinced of your argument.

Chang Kaige and Shu Shu are all worried. This Xiao Zhang, don’t play with fire.

Zhang Wei was very calm and faint: "I know that everyone has doubts about the information given in my first class, or I don't believe it at all. It just because there is no data to refute, so I didn't speak, then we are crisp today. I don’t mention this. The information in the last class is a proof of my point of view from the perspective of historical documents. So today I will take the class from the dream of one hundred and twenty. Talk to you in words and stories and prove my point with a new perspective."

Everyone is engrossed.

The meeting suddenly became very quiet.

After staying for a second, Zhang Yucai said: "The classmates who have the heart may have heard it. Some people may be surprised by my words. I will always say that after 80 years of general lectures and today’s wording. The "Dream of the House", or else the last forty times of the passage of the 120-year-old dream, but everyone will recall, I never said how the last forty times of Cao Xueqin's Lou Meng" Some people will wonder, why do you not say the last forty times of Cao Xueqin's "Dream of Red Mansions"?"

Song Xuejie blinked.

Zhou Xuechang, they also began to recall.

Really, it’s like Zhang Wei’s teacher didn’t say that.

"This is why Teacher Zhang?" Yao honey turned on the microphone and spoke.

Zhang Yan said in a light way: "This is also the topic we want to talk about today. Why didn't I say that? Then I can tell everyone now that Cao Xueqin's full version of Lou Meng" is not one hundred and twenty times." Everyone, at the beginning of the second class, once again, all the students in the media, all the literary circles, are in vain. "The real original building dream" is actually only one hundred and eight times."

Ma Hengyuan is speechless there.

Meng Dongguo and several people in the literary world have taken their brains.

One hundred and eight times? Zhang Hao, are you going to subvert all the four famous masterpieces from the top to the bottom?

I rely on

You are getting more and more nonsense.

The students also froze over there, talking about the sound of violence