After Gu Xiaobai's performance, the scene was a little unhigh, until the end of the show, Gu Xiaobai took the stage again as the finale, this time, he brought "Writing".

Gu Xiaobai beat two drums on the stage, and together with the musicians of the Chinese Orchestra, he led the audience.

When the beat of "every time-click, every meeting-click" sounded, the scene directly turned over.

Can you imagine a group of historians who usually hold shelves and attend various serious academic conferences every day, shaking their heads like young people, crossing their shoulders, and dancing like crazy demons in the audience?

When the photos of these old professors, middle-aged professors, and young professors of history were sent back to his school, his students felt that they were finished.

It's over, it's over, my teacher is already a square dance master!

Chi Zhenqun, chairman of the Northwest Historical Society and president of Xicheng University, is also one of the square dance masters at this time.

He is almost sixty years old this year, and he has attended not a thousand but eight hundred academic conferences, but he has never seen a conference that can be like this.

Is this still an academic conference?

He wondered, Xiaobai was obviously playing the drums, why was the sense of rhythm so strong, did these two hands have magic?

Moreover, when will the restored music and lost art be so closely related to modern people and have such a strong appeal?

For a long time, our artistic restoration has always been "applauded or not", holding a shelf, carrying elegance, and never willing to put ourselves down?

I am reluctant to put myself down because I dare not compete with various modern artists, and I am reluctant to put myself down, because I am afraid that once I put it down, I will no longer have the "elegant" label in the past, and I will lose the last fig leaf.

People see through the reality that it is actually "nothing more than that".

Lost the last bit of superiority of "reverence for the ancients" and "traditional culture", and was thrown into the quagmire.

But now, he sees art that really comes to life.

It's a seed from antiquity, but it's been planted in the soil of the modern day, absorbing new nutrients to thrive and overwhelm the crowd.

And the one who planted this kind of thing with his own hands is just a child, which is really amazing.

When he got up just now, he danced out the break dancing that he had practiced hard thirty or forty years ago in order to chase his wife, his suit pants were almost thrown into bell bottoms, his big back was almost thrown into an explosive head, and the whole person seemed to be thirty years younger.

Before this, although he had known Gu Xiaobai for a long time, he still had some disdain in his heart. felt that Gu Xiaobai was just "children like", "a little kid", "just a little famous", "all bragging on the Internet", "I wouldn't have come if it wasn't for the heat", but after really feeling Gu Xiaobai's scene, he almost exploded on the spot.

Oops, my blood pressure, my heart, my heart stent, my pacemaker!

This is still the case that Gu Xiaobai did not soar to the top of the pitch, otherwise he might have to die in battle.

After calming down for a long time, he squeezed to the backstage and saw that Gu Xiaobai had been surrounded by countless people.

"Xiaobai, you must come to our school to perform!"

"Our school is ready to welcome you!"

"Our canteen master, that's a real master, keep it so that you can't eat......"

"Lingering seems to be a derogatory term, lingering! lingering and forgetting to return......"

When the Northwest Historical Society invited him to be the "chairman", Chi Zhenqun still didn't want to be it, after all, this kind of "society" work has a lot of trouble, few actual achievements, and is complicated, and he has to worry about a lot of trivial things all day long, which can only be regarded as a kind of "status in the rivers and lakes".

But now he realizes the benefits of being the president of this society.

He held the shelf and coughed a few times at the back of the crowd, and the crowd automatically moved out of the way.

"The chairman is here!"

"Principal Chi!"

Chi Zhenqun hummed solemnly at everyone, showing a full chairman's stand, and then turned his face, and when he saw Gu Xiaobai, he immediately stretched out his voice, stretched out his hand, and rushed out straight as if the villagers behind the enemy had finally seen the Red Army.

"Small-white-same-learning~~~~~~"

At the end, two trills came out.

If this is not a performance by the Historical Society, but a performance by the Red Song Society, the square dance aunts must have waved their red scarves.

Holding Gu Xiaobai's hand, several staff members behind him, the camera in his hand "clicked", and the camera kept recording.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh. "Next to him, Gu Xiaobai's teacher Zou Lao coughed unhappily, you old man, what are you doing holding my apprentice's hand? Look at your old rough hands, old gourd, old ugly face!

Get out of the way of my little white!

"Xiaobai, this performance is really a success, as the chairman of the Northwest Historical Society and the president of Xicheng University, I invite you to perform in our school again!" Chi Zhenqun ignored him, still holding Xiaobai's hand and shaking it non-stop.

Next to him, a group of people who had already begun to lobby and invite Gu Xiaobai muttered in their hearts.

"Excessive!"

"Cut in line!"

"No quality!"

"Go, go, die, die, don't rob our Xiaobai!"

Of course, I can only slander in my heart, and my face shows a professional smile on my face.

I don't know who will pat the sycophants, crackling and clapping, and suddenly the applause will not stop.

After talking to Gu Xiaobai for a long time, Chi Zhenqun took the car back to Northwest University.

After all, I'm older, and I jumped for a long time just now, and I squinted in the car, closing my eyes and recuperating.

But every time he wanted to fall asleep, he heard the assistant laughing in front of him.

After a few times, he opened his eyes in wonder: "Xiao Zhang, what are you laughing at?"

"Principal, the Weibo we just posted has been reposted more than 10,000 times!"

"Really?"

"Really, there are already tens of thousands of comments, and I can't read it, I can't see it......"

I'll go, didn't it work on Weibo before, and it didn't add up to 200 retweets?

But where is that?

When he was about to arrive at school, he had just fallen asleep in a hazy mood when he heard Xiao Zhang shouting again: "Principal, principal, principal, the forwarding has exceeded 100,000!"

This number of retweets is almost enough to catch up with the total number of retweets on their official Weibo.

Early the next morning, as soon as Chi Zhenqun arrived at the office, Xiao Zhang jumped over with his mobile phone: "Principal, principal, principal, look...... We're on the hot search!"

"It's on the hot search?" Chi Zhenqun first sighed in his heart, "Is something wrong?"

In this era of eyeball economy, hot searches have long been controlled by all kinds of traffic, and you don't have any scandals on weekdays, and you don't do something that makes the crowd angry, can you be on the hot search?

"No, no, it's our Historical Society! Our Northwest Historical Society is on the hot search!"

Chi Zhenqun put on reading glasses and looked over, and saw #Northwest Historical Society#, #另一匹白马来袭#, #谷小白"The Ballad of the Horse"#, and #谷小白神级即兴#等等话题, which swept up the local topic list and soared all the way.

"Original...... Academic conferences, can it really be on the hot search......" Chi Zhenqun muttered.