Rao’s house.
The two girls were stunned seeing what had happened.
Rao Aimin said in an amused fashion, “Kid, you are stirring up trouble again?”
“They were going to far. Hur. They really think that I’m afraid to mess with them?” Zhang Ye said in a gallant manner, “I even dare to curse the SARFT, would I be afraid of offending them?”
Chenchen said, “Zhang Ye, you are a Peking University lecturer.”
Zhang Ye tsked, “So what if I’m a Peking University teacher. Even a rabbit will bite when things turn nasty!”
Rao Aimin chuckled and said, “But at least he didn’t have any vulgarities in it.”
Zhang Ye had already made his preparations as if he were staking everything on it when he decided to lecture on “Dream of the Red Chamber”. He knew there would be a lot of objections, but he never expected it to be so huge. Furthermore, the objections did not come from the education or history world. It still came from the literature circles that had a prolonged grudge with Zhang Ye. It was again them, still them, and always them. They did not even look for a reason to rebut Zhang Ye and did not provide any evidence or logic. They just used so-called morals or stood on ethical high grounds to attack Zhang Ye, while deliberately misinterpreting the context. How could he endure this?