“About that…” Yao Mi licked her lips, “The most interested classic would definitely be ‘Dream of the Red Chamber’.”
Zhang Ye was surprised, “Oh? Everyone has similar views on this?”
Yao Mi said, “At least for me. I really like ‘Dream of the Red Chamber’ too much. The romance in it is too beautiful. Besides, not many people lecture on ‘Dream of the Red Chamber’. Even Professor Wang has never taught it. I heard from a few seniors who had taken this class that over the many years of teaching ‘Appreciation of the Classics’, Professor Wang has at best, only mentioned the accomplishments of ‘Dream of the Red Chamber’. However, there was no detailed lecture about it. When someone asked a crucial problem about ‘Dream of the Red Chamber’, Professor Wang would also shrug it off, like he did not wish to talk about this classic.”
Zhang Ye blinked, “Is that so. Alright, I got it.”
“Are you really going to lecture on ‘Dream of the Red Chamber’? That would be great!” Yao Mi was looking forward to it.
Zhang Ye smiled, “Not necessarily. I need to go back and think, and also prepare for it. Alright, go prepare for your other class. I’ll be leaving.”
Yao Mi waved her hand, “Go busy yourself. Bye, Uncle Zhang.”