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Chapter Eighteen: Sold Out

The old principal staggered onto the podium, and the noisy people stopped talking. They all looked at the old man who suddenly broke into the podium with curious faces. They didn't know his identity. They all stopped what they were doing.

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Everyone on the podium stood up hurriedly when they saw this scene. The host didn't know what happened yet. This scene had not been rehearsed at all. No one expected that the old principal would suddenly appear. The host was stunned on the spot.

There, it wasn't until a leader walked up to him and poked him that he realized what he was doing, picked up the microphone and said, "Now I'd like to ask our respected old principal to say a few words."

Old principal?

Except for Ye Yizhe, who had already guessed it, everyone else covered their mouths and looked surprised. The old man was very plainly dressed. Anyone walking on the street would think that he was just an old man shopping for groceries.

, there are still a few patches on the pants, and the clothes are made of fabrics that can be bought everywhere on the street. I don’t know which alley I got them from.

Looking at the noisy crowd, the host on the podium looked a bit ugly. He picked up the microphone and wanted to speak out to stop it, but the old principal blocked it with his hand.

"Hello everyone." The old principal waved to everyone, "My name is Jiang Shiyou, and the whole world is our friend."

After hearing the old principal's explanation, the whole audience burst into laughter. Ye Yizhe couldn't help but smile and looked at the podium, wanting to hear what kind of person this old principal, who was highly praised by both Zhe and Yang, was like.

"As the host introduced me, I am your old principal. I will retire when your class graduates. Originally, I was not included in today's arrangements, so they did not consider me coming, but I was with a person before.

After the little friend had a conversation, I felt that it was necessary for me, as an old man who is dying, to say a few words as an old man who has been in Fuda for nearly forty years.

It doesn't matter. Didn't Mr. Lin Yutang say that speeches are like women's pants, the shorter the better? I understand it very well. Every time there are some leaders who are not big but not small and say some manuscripts prepared by others.

, you are disgusted, and so am I."

Hearing this, the commotion in the audience became even louder, but the leaders on the podium remained silent and motionless, not even daring to make a sound.

"This is Fuda. I believe many of you have heard this name since you were young. It is considered a prestigious school in China and has a certain reputation even in the world. Although it is still far from being world-class.

But this is Fuda, where you have finally arrived after spending more than ten years studying hard."

"Perhaps many of you are rejoicing right now. You are glad that you have defeated many people, fought your way out of ten thousand armies, and finally come here. This has put you at a higher starting point than others.

So those students who are worse than you, in your opinion, they have been eliminated by you from now on. Maybe some of you are upset that you were not able to go to Yanjing Huaqing, which is higher in the rankings, because of a momentary mistake.

In your opinion, the international famous school is just a mediocre university, and naturally it is not worthy of your strength. However, history has no chance to repeat itself, so you have no choice but to come here. To be honest, I can understand your thoughts.

, if it were me, I would be the same as you."

The bustling sounds became much quieter, and most people calmed down, listening to the speech of the old principal: "I have stayed in this school for decades, or to exaggerate, a lifetime. Over the years, I have sent away many batches of people.

This group of graduates can also be said to have seen all kinds of students, so I really understand you."

"I originally had a question to ask you before I came here today. I have always wanted to ask your generation but never asked the question. Do you really understand why you come to college, or are you just doing it to cope with it?

Is it just the dream about the ivory tower that the teacher mentioned? But I don’t want to ask now. I can see that you all have dreams. Maybe you haven’t discovered it yourself, but deep down in your heart, you all have your own dreams. This dream has been

So many years of education have been squeezed into a small space in my heart, but it will never be erased. Fuda is not an ivory tower. It does not mean that you have entered a bright future after entering. You will not be able to find a job after graduating every year.

They are everywhere. They were just like you when they entered school. They came with good prospects and the expectations of their families, but in the end they were stepped down compared to those who had been looked down upon by them. Not more, but not less, very much.

The irony is true."

"How come those who are not as good as you now will be much better than you in the end? A toad who enriches himself day by day for ten years will eventually crawl out of the pond and eat swan meat one day. Some of you may say, many of them

People rely on their parents. If you are given the same conditions, you will definitely do better than them. Then let's change the comparison method and compare your 20 years old with the 20 years old of other people's parents? In that era

They didn’t have a good environment, so they got up early and stayed in the dark, and got there step by step on their own. And you are here today. Fuda has a more spectacular building than more than 90% of colleges and universities, and has more than 90% of colleges and universities.

Universities above 99 have many master-level professors, with profound historical background and policy support. Can you give me a reason why you will not be as good as them in the future? Are you willing to give this reason?

"

The whole place was silent, and after a while, thunderous applause broke out. The old principal stretched out his hand to stop everyone, and said with a smile: "Maybe the generation gap between me and you is too big, and many things cannot be expressed clearly.

, I met a very interesting classmate before, who was also your freshman. Like me, he didn’t want to listen to nonsense, so he went to the side to rest. Many of the things he said made me, an old man, deeply agree with him. "

When Ye Yizhe heard this, he knew something was wrong and turned around to run away. The old principal's voice rang again: "As for the classmate under the tree over there, come over and say a few words."

Everyone in the audience looked in the direction of the old principal's finger. Seeing this, Ye Yizhe could only bite the bullet and walk up, "Old principal, hello." Ye Yizhe said the word "good" very hard, but the old principal seemed not to care.

As if hearing it, he handed the microphone into his hand.

Seeing Ye Yizhe's appearance, many leaders on the stage recognized him at first sight and communicated with each other with their eyes. A burst of shouting broke out from the direction of the School of Philosophy. They did not expect that the man who was shy in front of them

The young man actually called the old principal to the stage. Seeing the state of the philosophy school, any fool could guess the identity of the person on the stage. Everyone who was originally curious started to cheer and shout.

The one with the most unkind expression was Luo Jinfeng. She had no intention of letting him stand out and even maliciously complained to the leader. She felt like she was riding a tiger. She never thought that Ye Yizhe would do this, and she couldn't help but feel a little bit in her heart.

Regretful, she has been coming to the school for many years. She knows the personality of the old principal. He is definitely not the kind of person who follows others. Is Ye Yizhe really not who she thinks? Although Luo Jinfeng is unwilling to admit it, she still has a feeling deep in her heart.

Silk expectations.

Ye Yizhe held the microphone like a duck, looked around the crowd, coughed twice, quickly reorganized the words he wanted to say in his mind, and then said: "We have always been the best students, and now we are even more important.

We have the best university environment, but what I want to say is, if nothing else happens, we will become the worst college students, because we have the best environment and the worst university at the same time.”

The whole place was in an uproar.

After hearing his first words, many leaders behind Ye Yizhe stood up immediately and opened their mouths to speak. However, they saw the old principal turned around and glared before sitting back down. The old principal also did not expect that Ye Yizhe would speak so sharply.

I was startled for a moment, but after thinking about it, I felt relieved. For a young man who could say such things, it shouldn't be too strange to say anything.

Ye Yizhe, who noticed the movement behind him and sneered, never noticed that among the dark crowd, there was a beautiful figure. She ignored the looks of the boys around her and looked at him in the center of the podium with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, humming softly.

He made a sound and said: "Humph, let's see how you fool me."


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