I’m Really a Superstar Chapter 320: [The Dream of Red Mansions is only 108 times! 】

It's almost one o'clock.

In the Peking University auditorium.

Zhang Ye came in, but even in the lounge in the background, you can hear the humming sound of distant whispers. He knows that these people are all because of him, and they all come to listen to his lectures. time, Zhang Ye also felt a surging feeling, constantly boiling in my heart. Like he said, he has n’t always talked very much. Yes, he was at home, and he was at school. They were all low-key masters in the class. He never attracted the attention of others. What stage is there, then Zhang Ye can be energetic. He is a typical live player. The more people, the bigger the scene, the more powerful and full of energy.

"A few more minutes?" Zhang Ye asked.

"Teacher Zhang, there are ten minutes left," said the staff of an auditorium.

"Okay, everything like the projection and microphone?" said Zhang Ye.

The staff said: "It's all debugged, rest assured, there is no problem, it has been debugged several times before."

Zhang Ye laughed: "Okay, thanks a lot, everyone has worked hard."

"Look at what you said, this is not what it should be." Several staff members were very polite, and they also knew how much social attention the Peking University has today.

The venue.

The cameras are all set up. There are Peking University and cameramen who are present reporters.They have submitted applications before, and today they were allowed to shoot, but they must have Peking University authorization when they want to publish public class videos. And audit, this is the premise.

There are seven or eight cameras.

Five to six thousand people are also full, and many students haven't crowded in.

Wu Zeqing and several faces that Zhang Ye didn't know came last. Once they came, many people in the front row greeted them.

"Dean Wu."

"Where is King Director?"

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

This is the school leadership team of Peking University. There are a total of four people at all levels. The highest one should be similar to Wu Zeqing. For a moment, everyone is seated

Hello to them, naturally, not ordinary people.

In the first row, almost all the Senior experts in Literature history.

For example, Old Qian, I knew both Wu Zeqing and Vice Chancellor Chen, and I was probably more familiar with Vice Chancellor Chen.

Wu Zeqing is talking to a woman.

Yan Yu laughed: "Dean Wu, you Peking University are really talented."

"It's okay." Wu Zeqing said softly: "Compared to your Writer's Association, Vice President Yan is here today? I heard you are busy selling new books."

Yan Yu, a deputy chairman of the national Writer's Association, a writer, a scholar, and an expert in red science.

Yan Yu said, "I'm busy with the new book, but I can't help it. My new book is written by Lou Meng." I appreciated it. Your Peking University Teacher Zhang was completely rejected by Lou Meng. It ’s gone, so I can only come over, 'Learn, study.'

Anyone can hear the satire of Yan Yu.

Wu Zeqing has a dignified smile, "It ’s impossible to learn, let ’s discuss each other."

The other dark-skinned middle-aged man next to him spoke, "We can't discuss with Zhang Ye, Dean Wu, you and I are respectful, but Zhang Ye ..." Shaking his head.

Old Qian inserts a sentence, "Little Yang, are you feeling emotional? Hehe."

This Redologists Teacher Yang said: "Old Qian, I have no emotions, I am,‘ the person who is looking forward to death, can I have any emotions? '

Sure enough, the visitor is not good.

It's thorny inside and out.

Professor Zeng said: "Old Yang, Teacher Little Zhang is really a little bit wrong, but academically, he is still professional. If there is anything offending, I will accompany everyone for Teacher Little Zhang." They are teaching Peking University In the Chinese department, the people's congresses are also experts in the Literature field. They basically know each other. Even if they are not familiar with each other, they have met or heard each other's names. This circle is not large and there are many intersections.

Old Yang waved: "That's not necessary."

Beijing Writer's Association Vice Chairman Meng Dongguo is also here. Look at the table and say, "Not yet?"

Professor Ma Hengyuan of the National People's Congress is also among them. Everyone has come to organize a group to step on Zhang Ye, ready to watch the joke of Zhang Ye, how can he be missing him, "time is coming soon?"

Chang Kaige look at him, "Professor Ma is still anxious."

Ma Hengyuan said, "I still have lessons in the afternoon, I have to go back after listening for an hour and a half. This Little Zhang has to be stuck with time? So many old Senior and industry experts are waiting for him below Junior? "

That's all right.

Peking University's many lecturers glanced at him, saying that no one begged you to come

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

Last minute, Zhang Ye stepped onto the podium from the back.

The applause is sparse, not many, and not very neat.

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

"Teacher Zhang is handsome" shouted Yao Mi

Yao Mi's housemates also cheated, "Teacher Zhang I love you"

At this moment, the meeting of five thousand people suddenly issued a laughing Voice.

The Redologists and Writer in the front row slightly shook their heads. This is a research academic, not a personal worship and a star chase. What does a classroom look like? Anyway, Zhang Ye, they are not pleasing to the eye. Just waiting for the Zhang Ye lecture to have a logical error, and then they gave a fatal blow.

The reporters are all excited.

"Come here"

"Quick, the camera is on"

“Check the screen and do n’t miss the scene”

Peking University students are also looking at the podium with excitement. Many people are curious about what Zhang Ye will say today. There are many people who don't care about this. They just look at the mess and want to see if Teacher Zhang Ye can be lost. What a bombshell shocked the world

Hu Fei looks up at it with a smile.

Zhao Gouzhou and Wang Xiaomei also whispered.

On stage.

Zhang Ye stood still, touched the microphone on the shelf, smiled and looked at the seats of thousands of people in the audience, took a deep breath, and enjoyed this feeling of eye-catching, just like he liked this That famous song 《I Don't Believe》 of the world Zhang Yuanqi. This song actually says about him one's own.

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

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

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

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

Today, Voice already of Zhang Ye has reached a long distance. He has received everyone's response. He has achieved what he has always hoped for, achievements he has expected, and will shout farther in the future. This is what he is determined to do. The way to go is unwaveringly firm.

"Hello everyone." Zhang Ye picked up the microphone with a smile, "Today is a very special public class, many school leaders, many Senior Teacher in the historical world of Literature, and many scholars in education Many comrades also came. As a lecturer of the Peking University elective course, I am personally flattered and welcome everyone to come. Well, because of some special situation, the school leader found me asking me to change the way of public courses, and I also I agreed, so I will send some microphones to some of my students, and also to some Literature experts. After all, the auditorium is too large. If you speak below, the voice will not be heard clearly. "

A few Peking University staff members came over.

"Give me one."

"I want a microphone too."

"Here, I'll take one."

Some people in the Literature community are rushing to come to the microphone, such as Yan Yu, such as Meng Dongguo. The rest was given to the students in class Zhang Ye. Everyone was concentrated in the area in front of the middle row and arranged together. Yao Cui and Senior Song Zhou Xuechang also got the microphone.

Zhang Ye said: "My class today, you can ask questions at any time, not only for my students, but please be careful not to disrupt the class when asking questions, and it is best not to interrupt when I have not finished important things. Me. "

"Don't interrupt you?"

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

"What else can I ask at any time?"

Several people in the Literature community snorted, Zhang Ye obviously said to them.

Zhang Ye is also a bachelor, and replied: "As for how to tell me not to interrupt me in important talks-this interpretation and the decision of finally rest with me."

Hey

Okay kid

Many people in Literature industry have been provoked again

Professor Zeng and Su Na are all Chinese Teacher with a bitter smile, Zhang Ye seems to follow them.

Students and a lot of journalists are thrilled. This class has not yet begun. The smell of gunpowder is full when it comes up, and there must be some great shows next.

"Let ’s start the lecture now." Zhang Ye looked at them and said, "If there is no question or speech, the person holding the microphone should first turn off the microphone to prevent noise from affecting everyone." Then, Zhang Ye took a deep breath and laughed. Hehe started, "In the last lesson, we talked about Lou Meng", I listed a lot of evidence of documents and documents to support my point of view. After 80 times, Lou Meng is not the original writing of Mr. Cao Xueqin. Everyone Someone should have checked it back, Xiao Song, did you do your homework in this regard? "

Senior Song saw that Zhang Ye called one's own, and he stood up calmly, opened the microphone and said, "I did, the evidence you gave are indeed existence, and ... I can't refute it for now."

Zhang Ye looked at others, "Classmates, who has other evidence to refute the materials and documents I gave yesterday? If yes, we can continue the discussion."

The Peking University students are silent.

Even those in the Literature world talked and stopped, but at last they didn't say anything.

The evidence and materials provided by Zhang Ye are indeed a bit strong, and they really have no other literature to deny those evidences, but this does not mean that they acknowledge those evidences. The strength of those poems is still Poor and less authoritative.

Zhang Ye nodded and said: "Since no one has the materials for refutation, we will first put a full stop on the content of the last lesson, and leave it alone."

Meng Dongguo for a moment.

Ma Hengyuan also frowned.

Not to mention? This is something that these people in the Literature world did not expect.The vice chairman of Republic Writer's Association, Yan Yu, was also slightly surprised. To be fair, the evidence is still take action, and there is still some research value. They always thought that Zhang Ye would die in later courses. In the fight, I grabbed those few evidences to prove his point, and no one refuted it anyway, and there was no other literature refuting it. Zhang Ye had no way of deciding this, but who ever thought that Zhang Ye took the initiative Abandoned these

What do you want?

Without this, what else can you say?

Only Old Qian slightly nodded in affirmation. Academically, Little Zhang is rigorous. It doesn't hold on to what has been before, but wants to elaborate from various angles. This is the attitude that should be learned, and only in this way. The conclusions you draw will convince everyone, otherwise the chatter will go back and forth. Even if you think there is some truth, you will not be convinced.

Chang Kaige and Zhen Shuquan are a bit worried. This Little Zhang, don't play with fire

Zhang Ye is very calm, and said lightly: "I know that you are skeptical of the information given in the first lesson, or do not believe it at all, just because there is no information to refute and so do not speak, then we are today Yu Jian will not mention these. The materials in the previous lesson are a proof of my point of view from the perspective of historical documents. Then, for this lesson today, I will pass the hundred and twenty passes from Lou Meng. In the text and story, I will talk to you, and use a new perspective to prove my point of view.

Everyone was fully absorbed.

The venue suddenly became quiet.

Zhang Ye only spoke for a second: "Well-known classmates may hear already. Some people may be surprised by my words. In my lecture yesterday and today's wording, I always say roughly eighty. After returning to "Floor Dream", otherwise, the in other words Passbook will return to the second forty of the "Floor Dream", but as you recall, I never know what happened to the last forty of the "Floor Dream" of Cao Xueqin. How about, someone wonders, why did you not say the last forty times of Cao Xueqin's A Dream of Red Mansions?

Senior Song blinks.

Xue Xue Zhou, they also began to recall.

Really, it seems like Teacher Zhang Ye never said that.

"Why is this Teacher 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 do I never say that? Then I can tell you now that the full version of Lou Meng by Cao Xueqin" is not a hundred and twenty times "Zhang Ye Looking at everyone, at the beginning of the second lesson, I once again made everyone in the media, all students, and all the people in the Literature world uproar. "The real original building dream" is actually only 108 times.

Ma Hengyuan is speechless

Several people in the Meng Dongguo and Literature worlds have shot their heads

108 times? Zhang Ye Ah, do you want to upend one of the four masterpieces from the top to the bottom?

Shit

You're getting more nonsense

Students fry the pan over there, the rumors are loud.