"Teacher Xiaoye, you should be more energetic today, the school has already cast a net, if you can't collect anything, then the school's face will not be wiped off. "Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" On the phone, Ning Wushan called again to keep an eye on it, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was not long before the online open class, there were only four hours left.

He wanted to ask Ye Chen what he was talking about tonight, but who knew that this kid had always been very mysterious, and he didn't let go of a word, which really made him grasp his fingers and be secretly anxious, and Ye Chen was helpless.

However, I have a little understanding of Ye Chen's strength, and I am not too worried, but in order to open up the name before the college entrance examination, the school's senior management has established the image of a famous school with an online open class for the public and increased the influence of the school, which has a good effect on improving the school's ranking.

But whether this succeeds or not depends on the business card launched by the school, Ye Chen, who fired the first shot, how his performance is. The only thing to worry about is that this guy doesn't know if he takes it seriously, he, who is an elder and a dean, can't help it, and can't figure out what he thinks in his heart.

"Okay, okay, Dean Ning, you just put your heart in your stomach, even if it is related to the reputation of the school, you don't need this urging!" Ye Chen reluctantly agreed a few words, and hung up the phone.

At this time, he sat cross-legged, on a stage, which was an academic lecture hall of the Modu Drama Academy.

In front of him, there was a piano table with a guzheng on it.

Behind him, stood a "woman" with a carmine fandel, a phoenix crown on her head, and a colorful robe.

"Okay, okay, Zhao Niangcang, re-arrange, you started eight beats slower than me just now."

It turned out that the person with rouge pink on his face and like a "woman" was Zhao Wenyu's "anti-string" role.

And on the right side of the stage, Old Man Murong sat on a chair with an antique flute in his hand.

"Lights, attention!"

Fuda played the sign of an online open class facing the society to enhance the social influence of the school and pushed him out as the number one seed; He happened to have no intention of watching "Sycamore Rain", so he happened to have the theme, and it was not bad to take it seriously.

……….

At half past six in the evening, in a teaching building of Fudan University, the four classes of Chinese language and literature once again walked into the classroom one after another with excitement and anticipation, chattering and discussing.

"I don't know what Teacher Ye will talk about today, this time the school held an online open class and pushed Teacher Ye, a big-name teacher, out, which is really amazing."

"I guess, Mr. Ye should still talk about the Three Kingdoms this time, he is really good at talking about the Three Kingdoms, humorous, and knowledgeable."

"I hope Mr. Ye will make a big move, this time it is broadcast live on the weibo live broadcast platform, there are more weibo fans and users, maybe there are millions of people watching this live broadcast, it is not surprising, if you don't come to something powerful, how can you control the three teachings and nine streams on the Internet."

"Yes, I hope Mr. Ye will have a surprise, just like "to read Journey to the West" is as unheard of. If that's the case, hehe, our school's literature department doesn't have a reputation yet. ”

After a while, a large group of school leaders and teachers came to the classroom.

The classroom computer is turned on, and the live broadcast counterpart room is entered, the projector is turned on, and the main screen of the live broadcast is pitch black.

The students quieted down, staring at the projection screen, waiting for Ye Chen to appear.

“……..”

At the same time, at this point, many people began to go to Weibo and logged in to the room number of "Ye Chen's Lecture Hall", most of them were Ye Chen's fans, and a small number were interested netizens.

After entering the room, the main screen is pitch black, and only the small screen in the lower right corner shows a classroom, which is occupied by students from Fuda.

Soon, the number of online followers displayed in the upper right corner of the screen reached 560,000, and it is rapidly increasing.

At the same time, the scroll slot of the message in the lower left corner of the live broadcast is tumbling wildly.

"A touch of green tea: 6666, sit back and wait for Ye Chen's live broadcast to pick your feet."

"The bitter sea is endless, and it is the shore: give our husband a reward, and the true love fans are here."

"Heartthrob beautiful girl: I really want to see Ye Chen's handsome appearance in lecturing."

"Drone: I'm not Ye Chenfan, I'm just curious to come and hang out."

Fans in the live broadcast room are leaving messages and swiping the screen, and there are all kinds of rewards, and five or six hundred thousand people are online at the same time, which can be imagined.

In the classroom of Fudan University, the students were excited and noisy as they watched the number of fans who kept jumping online and the messages that kept tumbling.

This means that at least more than 500,000 people are now "in class" with them, and they can be seen, which makes a group of students participating in the "live broadcast" feel new and excited.

However, the teacher quickly turned off the live comment area on the classroom computer, which made the students disappointed for a while, and it was also very fun to read the messages.

By the time it was close to seven o'clock, the number of fans online had exceeded the million mark, and in all corners of the country, in every place, there were people who paid attention to Ye Chen's online open class, although many people came to his name.

But this is awesome, the reputation of a ghost talent in the literary world and a national husband is not just talking.

As soon as seven o'clock arrived on time, the main screen of the live broadcast room lit up, and Ye Chen stood on a stage next to the lectern.

"Welcome to the Hundred Schools, hello everyone, I'm Ye Chen!"

There must always be a name in the classroom, and Ye Chen copied the name of the Hundred Pulpits, although it is a lecture, but the Hundred Books are also appropriate.

By the way, I introduced myself simply and straightforwardly, and my voice was not hurried, calm and powerful.

"Bai Juyi's "Song of Long Hatred" has clouds: The Yang family has a woman who has just grown up, raised in the deep boudoir and is unknown, and it is difficult to give up her natural beauty, and she was once chosen on the king's side'', today we will not talk about the Three Kingdoms, let's talk about the Yuan Dynasty opera "Wutong Rain".

Many people still thought that Ye Chen was going to continue to talk about the Three Kingdoms, but when they heard that it was the Yuan Dynasty opera "Wutong Rain", they were confused and disappointed, the first was that they had not heard it, and the second was that how many people went to study and watch the opera now.

"What the hell is "Wutong Rain", I thought it was the Three Kingdoms, it's boring."

"I've taken off my pants, you show me this, I've never heard of it."

"[Funny] [Funny] [Funny]"

"It doesn't matter what, just watch my husband give a lecture!"

“……..”

When Ye Chen said that he was going to talk about the opera "Wutong Rain", in the classroom opposite the live broadcast, even many leading teachers were confused and had never heard it.

Ning Wushan sighed in his heart, what is this kid talking about "Wutong Rain"? He knows this opera!

He couldn't help muttering in his heart, what is there to tell about the love story between Yang Guifei and Tang Xuanzong, from the perspective of literary research, just one opera, the literary connotation is limited, and it is not like the four famous novels, there are endless topics in it.

What is this stinky boy playing, he always makes others scared!

Ning Wushan sighed in his heart and was depressed! (To be continued.) )