Zhang Ye said in amusement, “You can ask anything. There are no taboo questions in my class.”
The underclassman grit his teeth and bolstered his courage to say, “Then, I have seen all your programs. We have also heard about you on the news, and I do not believe that I’m the only one who is curious about your legendary experiences. You have cursed your unit, been put in reprimand, derided the SARFT, and even saved a fan. Many people evaluate you in different ways, but I especially want to know, what’s your evaluation of yourself? What sort of person do you think you are?”
This question was very standard, but was also very difficult to answer.
Zhang Ye thought for a second before gently laughing. Seeing how all the students were watching him with unblinking eyes, he could not help but use the words from his world’s ‘In Memory of Norman Bethune’ on himself. It was shameless boasting, yet subtle in every way, “My evaluation of myself is — ‘a noble-minded person, a pure person, a man of moral integrity, and above vulgar interests. A man who is of value to the people.’ Just that.”
A pure person?