Oh, oh, oh, oh, before the car even turned into the school gate, there were three waves of four students waving brightly and saying hello. Which other teacher and leader in the school could be so popular with the students? The former night watchman in the North Tower even gave up the steering wheel in response. Hurry up.

I parked the car and strode on the way to the composition department.

Alas, those previous classmates were probably just surprised by the most expensive car in Puyin. Director Yang only received polite or even perfunctory greetings as soon as he walked on the road.

Vice President He, who will lead a team to visit Curtis the day after tomorrow and will not be able to return to school until a week later, is very busy now. In his office are a teaching assistant, a lecturer, the Academic Affairs Office and the Scientific Research Office, all looking very serious.

Director Yang knocked on the open door: "Report."

He Hongchui glanced at the students and continued working: "Music rhetoric cannot be separated from linguistics. You can't just study the past but also focus on development trends..."

Zheng Jinyu, the former counselor, is now a lecturer. When he saw the students, he stood up happily and said, "Here comes Director Yang." He was also in his early thirties, so he was a bit mature and steady.

Director Yang still said the same: "Teacher Zheng." He also nodded and smiled at the others.

The deputy director of the Scientific Research Office wanted to give face to the vice principal, so he stepped forward to shake hands with the students: "Director Yang, I just want to discuss something with you."

Vice President He has always been serious about his words: "Don't be in a hurry for long-term work."

The Scientific Research Office nodded vigorously and took a step back. The person from the Academic Affairs Office shook hands with Director Yang and sighed that he was really busy at the beginning of the school year. Vice Principal He also just came back from a meeting in the Municipal Social Science Planning Office. The older people didn’t sit down anymore. After graduating from the Musicology Department,

The female teaching assistant who studied for a postgraduate degree in the Department of Composition and is now a Ph.D. student also stood up to accompany him, but she didn’t seem to regard the undergraduate student as a fellow student.

He Hongchui looked a little tired: "Think again, don't put old wine in new bottles. I read the new standard system for teaching evaluation very well. My suggestion is to add a link between disciplines, don't follow the formalities and do more detailed work.

.My suggestion for the Cultural Tourism Innovation Project is to let the Department of Engineering and Media Arts take the main focus, and you can discuss it further."

This is called efficiency. The assistant teacher and the two departments must be ordered to leave.

He Hongchui started a new round before anyone could go out: "Do you still want to finish the paper? Can I help you write it?"

Yang Jingxing nodded repeatedly: "No trouble, please give me a few more days of grace."

Zheng Jinyu didn't seem to be afraid of the vice principal, and even smiled: "Director Yang, sit down." He even played with his mobile phone.

He Hongchui liked to be neat and tidy, so he began to sort out the paperwork on the table: "When will the Pingjing concert be about?"

"What do you mean about me?" Yang Jingxing shook his head repeatedly: "There is no hope. There is still no news about what we said years ago."

Zheng Jinyu seemed to be in trouble: "Director Yang, I'll wait for you outside."

"You waited two minutes, when did you wait?" He Hongchui was very stern and strange: "No news? Who told you that?"

Yang Jingxing was also curious: "Who did you listen to?"

He Hongchui, who had just put a pile of scattered pieces into order, was so angry that he threw away his hands with all his strength, and his eyes almost bulged: "I don't know who said this!"

Director Yang has now been able to distinguish a bit of the leader's speech art: "Don't be angry, and it's not embarrassing. Professor Feng Nan gave me a call and said that there is a shortage of manpower there and the three strings can't be put together. Don't blame me."

He Hongchui reorganized the documents, as if trying to calm down his anger, but it was difficult: "You want to say that Vice President Feng can't find the manpower?"

Only then did Yang Jingxing use his brain: "Probably not. I don't know the specific situation, so I don't have the nerve to ask more."

"I don't know..." He Hongchui didn't want to ask, but he was still a teacher after all: "What did Dean Tong say?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "No, I met Professor Feng and Professor Xiao that day, and had a phone call with Secretary Qin, saying that he went back to his hometown to celebrate the New Year, which is probably the 27th of the twelfth lunar month."

He Hongchui didn't know yet but he verified: "Where is Secretary Qin from?"

Yang Jingxing recalled quickly: "It was Baoding."

He Hong nodded, even the small folded corners of the paper were flattened, and then he had nothing more to ask: "You go ahead."

Yang Jingxing did not forget the main purpose of this trip: "Have a nice journey. I won't see you off the day after tomorrow. I want to go back to Quhang."

He Hongchui still cares about the students: "Is there something going on at home?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "Go and see your friends."

"Over there in Pingjing..." He Hongchui still seemed uneasy and thought about it for a moment: "It doesn't matter if you don't take it seriously, Pu Yin won't ask anything."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Oh."

"Go ahead."

Zheng Jinyu came out with the students and followed them. He could still see Yang Jingxing's intentions and reminded: "Professor Gong is not in the office. He has gone to Tongji to give lectures."

Yang Jingxing trusted the teacher: "Then I'll make a call."

The former counselor was still so considerate for the students: "They should still be in class, just wait a moment."

Yang Jingxing didn't waste any more time: "I'll leave first, you're busy."

"Oh..." Zheng Jinyu paused and nodded, then remembered: "Director Yang, the students are waiting for you."

Yang Jingxing didn't understand: "Who is waiting for me?"

Zheng Jinyu was really angry that he almost forgot: "Vice Principal He wanted you to give a speech to everyone to encourage you. Didn't I tell you?"

"Brother and younger brother, why should I encourage you? We are not going to fight." Yang Jingxing complained a little, but did not dare to disobey: "Where is it?"

"I asked them to wait in the north building." Zheng Jinyu thought for a while: "Fourth floor."

Yang Jingxing had to confirm: "402? I didn't bring my key. How long have they been waiting?"

Zheng Jinyu is really courageous to take responsibility: "It's my fault. I just informed Zhang Mingjie...I asked them to go to the art center?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "I'll go find them."

The counselor followed up again: "Sorry, I should confirm with you before making arrangements. I made a mistake..."

Is Yang Jingxing looking for

Back to the innocent school days: "Lao He is really troubled."

"It's my fault." Zheng Jinyu blamed himself and took a deep breath: "Lao He means well. Zhang Mingjie and the others also want to hear your suggestions..."

"It's a waste of time." Yang Jingxing felt it: "I used to be tired of waiting for a long time to listen to some nonsense and didn't talk about you."

Zheng Jinyu smiled awkwardly and nodded twice before resolutely objecting: "What you said is not nonsense!"

Yang Jingxing walked so fast that he would stop for a moment when meeting professor-level people. Zheng Jinyu could keep up and didn't talk nonsense to the students. The Scientific Research Office came here today to report to the vice-president on applying for cultural tourism innovation projects, but

The thing I wanted to discuss with Yang Jingxing before was the "Chinese Composers Manuscript Collection and Protection Research Center" that the school started this semester. It was led by the Party Secretary and personally visited many old composers and musicians.

Yang Jingxing’s level of understanding of scientific research is: “Basically no one writes by hand now, and there are fewer and fewer.”

Teacher Zheng, who has been to the Morgan Library twice, told his students about his feelings. When he saw the handwriting of the masters for the first time, he was so excited that he trembled all over. For a musician, it is a pilgrimage, and Beethoven

It was nearly two hundred years after his death that his manuscripts were listed as world cultural heritage. Unfortunately, students two hundred years later will not be able to admire the style of modern composers. Scientific and technological progress is not always a good thing...

Yang Jingxing actively discussed: "Images and recordings are no better than a few pages of manuscripts."

Zheng Jinyu did not categorically deny the students, but shook his head after thinking for a while: "No, the manuscript has more research value. If you leave the first draft of the manuscript for students to compare and study with the published work, the students will definitely benefit a lot. Of course, you are also very valuable."

It may be done in one go without changing a single note. I don’t understand and have no say.”

Yang Jingxing was amused: "The manuscript I revised can't be loaded on the hard disk."

Zheng Jinyu was about to praise: "The edge of a sword is sharpened, and only the works polished in this way can arouse such a wide resonance. The day before yesterday, I assisted the film crew, and they specifically asked to see Classroom 402..."

The information is getting worse and worse. Yang Jingxing still doesn’t know: “Has the film crew arrived?”

Zheng Jinyu was surprised again: "I don't know? There are only four of us here, mainly to get to know each other, and we haven't taken any pictures yet. They said they would do some filming the day after tomorrow, mainly because after we get there, the main manpower is also in the United States."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "It seems that we pay more attention to it."

"We take it very seriously." Zheng Jinyu nodded as if he could see Director Yang's disappointment again, and comforted him: "But Teacher You won't bother you with such a small matter."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "I can't help either."

Zheng Jinyu would like to talk about some important things that Director Yang should know. After being selected as a national key discipline construction project last year, the school has made several big moves this year. It has newly applied for three first-level discipline doctoral programs, Puyin's doctoral authorized disciplines

It will be doubled, and there are also high-level university-sponsored graduate programs...

Okay, okay, as an undergraduate, Yang Jingxing's pace became faster.

However, in terms of personal feelings, what Zheng Jinyu is more looking forward to is that the high-level honor "National Model of Teaching and Educating", which was released last year, will be awarded to Puyin this year. The award covers primary schools, middle schools and universities across the country. Only ten people are awarded a year, and the selection criteria are extremely strict.

The procedure is very fair, but it is countless times more valuable than the "Famous University Teacher Award" that is given out hundreds of times a year.

"Are you doing it again?" Director Yang was simply unhappy: "Professor Li didn't like it in the first place. He kept doing it again and again, but in the end he didn't get any comments and he was very disappointed."

This has nothing to do with being a lecturer. Zheng Jinyu told Director Yang that the Municipal Education Committee wants to recommend Professor Li, so you should go find them.

When he arrived at the north building, Zheng Jinyu asked Director Yang to go up first. He went to find the building manager, but it was almost lunch time and no one might be there. Director Yang was still young. He could climb three steps at a time and climb six easily.

Six composition departments outside No. 402 were chatting casually, five undergraduates and one graduate student. The number of people visiting this time was much higher than originally planned. Yang Jingxing saw at a glance: "Senior brother."

"Hey." Han Yiming, who can be said to be quite familiar, agreed and then seemed a little embarrassed: "Peng Yiwei just called."

"I haven't seen him for a long time." Yang Jingxing was more concerned: "How long have you been waiting?"

They all arrive a while ago or just arrived, so there is no impatient attitude.

Yang Jingxing was not polite anymore and complained to his classmate Xu Xuesi: "You could have informed me earlier. I went to the department to take a look and was about to leave before they told you that you were here. I didn't even take the keys today."

After saying this, everyone became happier. Xu Xuesi also laughed: "I thought Director Yang wanted to lecture him."

"Teach me a fool!" Yang Jingxing said angrily: "My students are not like the student leaders, and the leaders are not like the leaders. The bosses don't even discuss it with me."

Second-year girl Xu Liu Anzi smiled the most happily: "Senior brother, Fang Hang asked me to help him take a leave. He has something to do at home and can't get through it."

Xu Xuesi explained helpfully: "We were notified only last night. It might not be in time. There must be a lot of things at home."
To be continued...