It's almost an hour.

Inside the auditorium of Peking University.

Zhang Ye came in, but even in the lounge in the backstage, he could hear the buzzing noises in the distance. He knew that these people were all here because of him and came to listen to his lectures. For a moment, Zhang Ye also felt a rush of heart, and his heart was constantly boiling. Just like he said, he actually never liked to talk, just like his family, and when he was in school, he was all the relatively low-key people in the class and never attracted the attention of others. But if there was an activity or a stage, Zhang Ye would be energetic. He was a typical live player. The more people, the bigger the scene, the more vigorous the guy became, and the more vigorous he was.

"How many minutes left?" Zhang Ye asked.

"Teacher Zhang, there are ten minutes left." said a staff member in the auditorium.

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

The staff said: "Everything has been debugged, don't worry, make sure it's OK. I've debugged it several times before."

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

"Look at what you said, this is all right." Several staff members were very polite. They also knew how much social gaze was located at Peking University today.

Conference venue.

The cameras are all set up, including Peking University and also the camera staff attending the journalists. They have submitted applications before, but today they are allowed to take pictures. However, if you want to publish videos of open courses, you must have authorization and review from Peking University. This is the premise.

There are seven or eight cameras.

The seats for five or six thousand people were packed, and many students did not crowd in.

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

"Principal Wu."

"Director Wang is here?"

"Principal Chen, long time no see."

This is the school leadership team of Peking University. There are four people in total, each of which is not small at the same level as Wu Zeqing. After a while, everyone sat down.

Of course, those who greet them are not ordinary people.

The ones in the first row are almost all senior experts in the literary and historical circles.

For example, Mr. Qian knew Wu Zeqing and Vice Principal Chen, and maybe he was more familiar with Vice Principal Chen. They chatted for a long time.

Wu Zeqing was talking to a woman.

Yan Yu smiled and said, "President Wu, you Peking University are 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 with the release of new books."

Yan Yu is a vice chairman of the National Writers Association, a writer, scholar, and expert in the Redology.

Yan Yu raised his lips and said, "I'm busy with new books, but there's no way. My new book is about writing Dream of the Building" and your Peking University Teacher Zhang immediately denies it. I can't continue publishing it anymore, so I can only come here to 'study and study,'"

Everyone could hear Yan Yu's sarcasm.

Wu Zeqing smiled dignifiedly, "I can't talk about learning, let's discuss with each other."

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

Mr. Qian interrupted, "Xiao Yang, are you feeling emotional? Haha."

The Red Scholar Teacher Yang said, "Old Qian, I have no emotions. I am just 'I hope to die and walk with you. What emotions can I have?"

Sure enough, the person who came was not good.

There are thorns inside and outside.

Professor Zeng said, "Old Yang, Teacher Xiao Zhang's mouth is indeed a bit like that, but in academics, he is still professional. If there is anything to offend, I will give you a sin for Teacher Xiao Zhang." They are from Peking University's Chinese Department, and most of them are experts in the literary world. They basically know each other. Even if they are not familiar with each other, they have met each other or heard the other's names. The circle is not big and there are many intersections.

Old Yang waved his hand and said, "No need."

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

Professor Ma Hengyuan of the National People's Congress was also among them. Everyone came to form a group to slap Zhang Ye, preparing to see Zhang Ye's jokes come. How could he be missing? "Is the time coming soon?"

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

Ma Hengyuan ignored her eyes and said, "I still have classes in the afternoon. I have to go back after listening for half an hour. Xiao Zhang still has to stop talking? So many old seniors and industry experts are waiting for him as a junior below?"

This is just looking for trouble if you have nothing to do.

Many lecturers from Peking University glanced at him, thinking that no one was asking you to come.

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

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

The applause was sparse, not a lot, not very neat.

Only Yao Mi and some people who like Zhang Ye were screaming and applauding there. Although the applause was limited, it seemed quite lively in the end.

"Teacher Zhang is so handsome," Yao Mi shouted

Yao Mi's roommate also started to cheer, "Teacher Zhang, I love you."

As soon as these words came, the five thousand people suddenly made a laughing sound.

The Redologists and writers in the front row shook their heads slightly. This is to study academic research, not to engage in personality cults or star chasing. What does a good class look like? Anyway, no matter what Zhang Ye is, they don’t like it. This time they come to wait for Zhang Ye to have logical errors in his lecture, and then they can give a fatal blow.

The reporters were all cheered up.

"Come here"

"Quick, the camera is on"

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

Peking University students also looked at the rostrum with excitement. Many people were curious about what Zhang Ye would say today. Many people didn't care about this. They were just watching the mess and wanted to see what kind of bombshell Teacher Zhang Ye could throw out shocking the world.

Hu Fei looked up with a smile.

Zhao Guozhou and Wang Xiaomei also started to communicate in a low voice.

On stage.

Zhang Ye stopped and 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 attention, just like he liked the famous song "I Don't Believe" by Zhang Yuanqi in this world. This song actually talks about himself.

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

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

I don't believe it, I am destined to be alone.

I don't believe it, no one will answer my voice

Now, Zhang Ye's voice has been heard far away, and he has received everyone's response. He has done what he has always been looking forward to, what he has expected, and will shout further in the future - this is the path he is determined to go, the path he is extremely determined to go on and the path he has to keep going.

"Hello everyone." Zhang Ye picked up the microphone with a smile. "Today is a very special open class. Many school leaders came, many senior teachers from the literary and historical circles, many scholars from the education circles, and many journalists came. As a lecturer at Peking University elective courses, I am personally flattered and welcome everyone. Well, because of some special circumstances, the school leaders found me and asked me to change the way of open classes, and I agreed. So I will send some microphones to some of my students and some literary experts. After all, the auditorium is too big, and if I speak below, I can't hear my throat clearly."

Several Peking University staff members came over.

"Give me one."

"I want a microphone, too."

"I'll get one here."

Some people in the literary world rushed to have microphones, such as Yan Yu and Meng Dongguo. The rest were given to the students in Zhang Ye’s class. Everyone was concentrated in the front area of ​​the middle row and arranged together. Yao Cui and Senior Sister Song and Senior Zhou also got the microphones.

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

"Don't interrupt you?"

"What does it mean to talk about important things?"

"What else can I ask questions at any time?"

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

Zhang Ye was also very bachelor and replied: "As for what we should not interrupt me in important statements - this explanation and final decision lies with me."

Hey

OK you guys

Many people in the literary world were angered again

Professor Zeng and Su Na and several Chinese teachers all smiled bitterly. It seems that Zhang Ye is with them.

The students and many reporters were very excited. The class had not started yet, and it was full of gunpowder as soon as it started. There must be a good show to watch next.

"Start the lecture now." Zhang Ye looked at them and said, "If you don't ask questions or speak, it is best for those holding the microphone to turn off the microphone first to avoid noise affecting everyone." After that, Zhang Ye took a deep breath and started with a smile. "In the last class, we talked about Dream of the Tower". I listed a lot of evidence from the materials to prove my point of view. "After 80 chapters, the original writing of Mr. Cao Xueqin, should someone have checked it when you go back. Xiao Song, have you done this?"

When Senior Sister Song saw Zhang Ye calling him, she stood up calmly, opened the microphone and said, "I did it, the evidence you gave does exist, and... I can't refute it for the time being."

Zhang Ye looked at the others, "Dear students, who has other evidence to refute the information I gave yesterday? If so, we can continue to discuss it."

The Peking University students didn't say anything.

Even those people in the literary world wanted to speak but stopped, and finally didn't say anything.

The evidence that Zhang Ye has given out is indeed a little powerful, and they really have no other documents to deny the evidence, but this does not mean that they have recognized the evidence. Those poems are still poor in strength and have little authority.

Zhang Ye nodded and said, "Since no one has any information to refute, we will end the content of the previous class for the first time and will not mention it."

Meng Dongguo was stunned.
To be continued...