Yan Yu looked at Zhang Ye, and no longer held contempt towards him in her heart. She began considering Zhang Ye’s theory from an academic perspective for the first time.
Elder Qian smiled and said to Yan Yu, “Little Zhang isn’t bad, is he?”
Yan Yu remained silent for a moment before commenting, “Brilliant, but his views are too radical.” In the end, she still did not believe Zhang Ye’s theory.
Elder Qian said, “Let’s carry on listening then. Hur Hur.”
A Historian from another school said objectively, “What Teacher Little Zhang said really makes a lot of sense. One has to know that the cultural beliefs in historical heritage, the ancients valued tradition a lot. They paid attention to structure. Such as five-word poems, seven-word poems that required them to rhyme. This can all be seen.”
Professor Zeng also nodded slightly while stroking his beard. Teacher Little Zhang had really lived up to the expectations of Peking University!
Wu Zeqing, at another side, still had that mild expression. She never gave a look of doubt from beginning to the end. It was as if she always believed Zhang Ye would be able to lecture well.