Yao Mi turned worried and clasped her hands in prayer, "Hocus Pocus, Uncle Zhang please do f**king well!"
Li Ying burst out in laughter, "Little Mi, why does your prayer include a curse!?"
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"Professor Yan." An old lecturer chuckled.
Yan Jiantao also shook his head. This Zhang Ye was being too presumptuous.
Beside him, an old professor who had good relations with him, added, "I heard this Little Zhang is very articulate. I really don't believe what I've heard. Today, I want to see if he really has the ability."
"Why did they let Zhang Ye do it?"
"The closing statement is such an important thing, it should be left to anyone but him!"
"That's right. He lacks the qualifications. We have been in education for decades!"
"The school's leaders sure trust him. Let's see how he screws up!"
"With Professor Yan's highly educative speech at the beginning, what does he have to say? There's no way to end it. He will appear too weak. The closing statement usually has to be better than the opening speech!"
Many Peking University teachers began discussing!