In the Grand Auditorium.
The Peking University students all revealed expressions of admiration.
Just as Zhang Ye’s theory was increasingly taking the upper hand, and just as he was about to end the second class on a high note, a voice echoed.
“Zhang Ye.” It was the Redologist, Teacher Yang.
Zhang Ye looked at him. “Teacher Yang, please speak.”
Zhang Ye did not know him, but this person had doubted him on Weibo. His tone was not very polite, and he had used his picture for his Weibo picture, so Zhang Ye recognized him at a glance. This person was very authoritative and influential in the world of Redology. It was the same with Yan Yu. Previously when he was questioned, he had used “Vice President Yan”. The Vice President of the nation’s Writers’ Association was naturally famous. Zhang Ye had already adapted to this brand new but slightly different world. He was no longer as unfamiliar to this world’s celebrities. He was no longer like he had been in the past where he did not know anything. He was slowly learning and familiarizing himself with this Earth’s people and matters.
Teacher Yang did not ask him directly, but deliberately paused for two seconds. Maybe it was to let the focus fall on him and for the cameras to train themselves on him.
He was in frame!