It's almost one o'clock.

Inside the auditorium of Peking University.

Zhang Ye came in, but even in the lounge in the background, he could hear the buzzing sound in the distance, he knew that these people were all here because of him, and they were all here to listen to his lectures, and for a while, Zhang Ye also felt a surging feeling, which kept boiling in his heart. As he said, he actually hasn't always liked to talk, at home, and when he was in school, he was the most low-key master in the class, and he never attracted the attention of others, but when there was really an activity, what stage was there, then Zhang Ye was in spirit, he was a typical on-site player, the more people, the bigger the scene, the more energetic this guy was, the more energetic he was.

"A few minutes?" Zhang Ye asked.

"Teacher Zhang, there are still ten minutes." A staff member of an auditorium said.

"Okay, the projection and the microphone and all that?" Zhang Ye said.

The staff said: "It's all debugged, don't worry, I guarantee that there is no problem, I have debugged it several times before." ”

Zhang Ye smiled: "Okay, thank you, thank you for your hard work." ”

"Look at what you said, isn't it all supposed to be?" Several staff members are very polite, and they also know how much attention from the society is in the focus of Peking University today.

……

Venue.

The cameras are all set up, there are photographers from Peking University, and there are also photographers from the reporter side, who have submitted applications before, and today they are allowed to take pictures, but when they want to release the video of the open class, they must be authorized and reviewed by Peking University, which is the premise.

There are seven or eight cameras.

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

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

"Principal Wu."

"Director Wang is here?"

"Principal Chen, it's been a long time."

This is the leadership team of Peking University, a total of four people, all of whom are not small, and the highest should be about the same as Wu Zeqing. After a moment of greeting, everyone sat down.

The people who greet them are naturally not ordinary people.

In the first row, almost all of them are senior experts in the field of literature and history.

For example, Mr. Qian knew Wu Zeqing and Vice President Chen, and he may be more familiar with Vice President Chen, and the two chatted for a long time.

Wu Zeqing was talking to a woman.

Yan Yu said with a smile: "President Wu, your Peking University is really talented. ”

"It's okay." Wu Zeqing said softly: "It's not as good as your Writers' Association, Vice Chairman Yan is also here today?" I heard you're busy with a new book release. ”

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

Yan Yu curled the corners of his mouth, "I'm busy with a new book, but I can't help it, my new book is to write "A Dream of Red Mansions" appreciation, your teacher Zhang from Peking University completely denied "A Dream of Red Mansions", and I can't publish it anymore, so I can only come over to 'learn and learn'." ”

Everyone could hear Yan Yu's sarcasm.

Wu Zeqing smiled dignifiedly, "You can't talk about studying, let's discuss it with each other." ”

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

Qian Lao interjected, "Xiao Yang, are you carrying love?" Hehe. ”

Teacher Yang, a red scholar, said: "Old Qian, I don't have any feelings, I'm a person who is 'looking forward to death', what kind of love can I have?" ”

Sure enough, the one who came was not good.

There are thorns in and out of the words.

Professor Zeng said: "Lao Yang, Mr. Xiao Zhang's mouth is indeed a little bit wrong, but academically, he is still professional, if there is anything offended, I will accompany Mr. Xiao Zhang for everyone." "They teach the Chinese Department of Peking University, and most of the people who come are also experts in the literary field, basically know each other, even if they are not familiar, they have all met each other or heard each other's names, this circle is not big, and there are many crossovers.

Lao Yang waved his hand and said, "That's not necessary." ”

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

Professor Ma Hengyuan of the National People's University is also among them, everyone has come to form a group to step on Zhang Ye, ready to see Zhang Ye's jokes, how can he be missing, "The time is almost up, right?" ”

Chang Kaige looked at him, "Professor Ma is still in a hurry. ”

Ma Hengyuan said with a smile: "I still have classes in the afternoon, and I have to go back after listening to it for half an hour, this Xiao Zhang still has to be stuck in time to speak?" So many old-timers and industry experts are waiting for him below? ”

It's just nothing to do.

Many lecturers at Peking University glanced at him and said that no one begged you to come!

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

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

The applause was sparse, not very much, and not very neat.

Only Yao Mi and some people who especially like Zhang Ye screamed and applauded over there, although the applause was limited, but in the end it was quite lively.

"Teacher Zhang is handsome!" Yao Mi shouted!

Yao Mi's roommate also coaxed, "Teacher Zhang, I love you!" ”

As soon as these words came, the venue of 5,000 people suddenly burst into laughter.

The red scholars and writers in the front row shook their heads slightly, this is a study of academics, not a cult of personality and chasing stars, what does a good class look like - anyway, no matter what Zhang Ye does, they don't like it, this time they are waiting for Zhang Ye's lecture to make a logical error, and then they can give a fatal blow.

The reporters were in good spirits.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

"Quick, the camera is on!"

"Check the picture! Don't miss the shot! ”

The students of Peking University also looked at the rostrum excitedly, many people were curious about what Zhang Ye would say today, and many people didn't care about this, they just came to see the chaos, and wanted to see what kind of bombshell Zhang Ye could throw to shock the world!

Hu Fei looked at it with a smile.

Zhao Guozhou and Wang Xiaomei also exchanged in a low voice.

……

Stage.

Zhang Ye stopped and stood, touched the microphone on the shelf, looked at the seats of thousands of people in the audience with a smile, took a deep breath, and enjoyed this feeling of attention, just like he liked the famous song "I Don't Believe" by Zhang Yuanqi in this world. This song is actually about himself.

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

I don't believe it, I'm not talented at all.

I don't believe it, I'm destined to be under people.

I don't believe it, my voice will never be answered!

Now, Zhang Ye's voice has spread far away, he has received a response from everyone, he has achieved what he has always hoped for, what he has always hoped for, and will shout further in the future - this is the road he is determined to take, and he is extremely determined to go on the road all the time!

"Hello everyone." Zhang Ye picked up the microphone with a smile, "Today is a very special open class, there are many school leaders, many senior teachers in the literary and historical circles, many scholars in the education field, and many comrades in the education field. Well, because of some special circumstances, the school leaders approached me and asked me to change the way of the open class, and I agreed, so I want to send some microphones down to some of my students and some experts in the literary world, after all, the auditorium is too big, and if I speak below, I can't hear it clearly. ”

A few Peking University staff members came over.

"Give me one."

"I'm going to have a microphone too."

"Here, I'll take one."

Some people in the literary world are vying for the microphone, such as Yan Yu and Meng Dongguo. The rest was given to the students in Zhang Ye's class, everyone was concentrated in an area in front of the middle row, and they were arranged together, Yao Cui and Senior Sister Song Zhou also got the microphone.

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

"Not interrupting you?"

"What do you mean by talking about something important?"

"What's that called, and you can 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 disgraceful, and replied: "As for how to tell me not to interrupt me in the middle of an important story-this explanation and final decision is up to me." ”

Hey!

Good boy!

Quite a few people in the literary world are outraged again!

Professor Zeng and Su Na and several Chinese teachers all smiled bitterly, Zhang Ye seems to have done it with them!

The students and many reporters were excited, this class has not started yet, and it smells of gunpowder as soon as it comes up, and there must be a good show to watch next!

"Now let's start the lecture." Zhang Ye looked at them and said, "If there are no questions or speeches, the person holding the microphone had better 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 Red Mansions", and I listed a lot of evidence from sources and documents to support my point of view, "Dream of Red Mansions" is not Mr. Cao Xueqin's original pen after about eighty times, everyone should have checked it when they went back, Xiao Song, have you done your homework in this regard?" ”

When Senior Sister Song saw that Zhang Ye had called herself, she also stood up calmly, opened the microphone and said, "I did it, the evidence you gave is indeed there, and it ...... I can't argue with it right now. ”

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

None of the Peking University students spoke.

Even those in the literary world wanted to speak and stopped, and finally did not say anything.

The evidence that Zhang Ye took out was indeed a little strong, and they really didn't have any other literature to deny those evidences, but this didn't mean that they admitted those evidence, those poems were still not good in strength, and they were not very authoritative.

Zhang Ye nodded and said, "Since no one has any information to refute, then let's put an end to the content of the previous lesson and not mention it first." ”

Meng Dongguo was stunned.

Ma Hengyuan also frowned.

Don't mention it? This is something that these people in the literary world did not expect, Yan Yu, the vice chairman of the Writers Association of the Republic, was also slightly surprised, in all fairness, those evidence can still be obtained, and there is still some research value, they have always thought that Zhang Ye will be stalked in the later courses, so they will grab those few pieces of evidence to prove his point of view, anyway, no one can refute it, and there is no other literature to refute it, Zhang Ye insisted that they couldn't help it, but who would have thought that Zhang Ye would take the initiative to give up these!

What are you doing?

Without that, what else can you talk about?

Only Qian Lao nodded slightly to affirm that in academics, Xiao Zhang is rigorous, does not grasp some and does not let go, but wants to elaborate from all angles, this is the attitude that should be done in learning, and only in this way will the final conclusion be convincing to everyone, otherwise the car will talk back and forth, even if everyone thinks there is a little truth, they will not believe your argument.

Chang Kaige and Zhen Shuquan are a little worried, this Xiao Zhang, don't play with fire!

Zhang Ye was very calm and said lightly: "I know that everyone has doubts about the information I gave in the first class, or don't believe it at all, but because there is no information to refute it, so we didn't speak, so we simply won't mention these today, these materials in the last class are a proof of my point of view from the perspective of historical documents, so in today's class, I will talk to you from the words and stories in the 120th edition of "Dream of Red Mansions", and prove my point from a new angle!" ”

Everyone was engrossed.

All of a sudden, the venue became quiet.

After leaving for a second, Zhang Ye spoke: "Interested classmates may have heard it, some people may be surprised by my words, in my lecture yesterday and today's wording, I will always say "Dream of Red Mansions" after about eighty times, or it is the last forty chapters of "Dream of Red Mansions" in the one hundred and twenty chapters of the popular book, but everyone will know that I have never said how the last forty chapters of Cao Xueqin's "Dream of Red Mansions" are, and some people will wonder, why don't you say the last forty chapters of Cao Xueqin's "Dream of Red Mansions"? ”

Senior Sister Song blinked.

Senior Zhou, they also began to reminisce.

It's really! It seems that Mr. Zhang Ye really didn't say that!

"Why is that, Mr. Zhang?" Yao Mi turned on the microphone and spoke.

Zhang Ye said indifferently: "This is also the topic we are going to talk about today, why don't I say that?" Then I can tell you now that Cao Xueqin's complete version of "Dream of Red Mansions" is not one hundred and twenty times! Zhang Ye looked at everyone, and at the beginning of the second class, he once again caused an uproar in all the media, all students, and people in the literary circles, "The real original version of "Dream of Red Mansions" is actually only one hundred and eight times! ”

Ma Hengyuan was speechless there!

Meng Dongguo and several people in the literary world slapped their heads!

One hundred and eight times? Zhang Ye! Are you going to subvert "Dream of Red Mansions", one of the four famous novels, from top to bottom and from the inside out?

No way!

You're talking more and more nonsense!

The students also fried the pot at once, and the discussion exploded!