Chapter 42

"Mr. Ye Xuan, I was wrong! What I should be doing is not going to the United States, but witnessing our Huaxia become the true number one in the world!"

Saying this, he promised with trembling hands.

"I'm not going to Wall Street anymore; I'm staying in Huaxia!

I believe that in my lifetime, I will definitely see with my own eyes Huaxia surpass the United States and become the world's premier power!"

As Liu Bo’s trembling voice faded, the students in the audience began to express their stances one after another.

"Right! Stay in Huaxia!"

"Going out is only to return better!"

"Letting the Huaxia nation stand among the advanced nations of the world is the responsibility of our generation!"

Countless people had Ye Xuan’s final words echoing in their hearts.

How beautiful is our youthful Huaxia, ageless as the heavens!

How magnificent are our Huaxia youths, boundless as the nation! ===== CHAPTER 84 =====

At this moment, countless students looked at Ye Xuan with eager eyes, their gazes full of fervor.

How could this be a university lecture?!

It was simply like a massive fan meeting!

Even the principal on the side looked at Ye Xuan with burning eyes, unable to hide his excitement.

And Ye Xuan, bathed in everyone's gaze on stage, nodded slowly at Liu Bo.

"Though the road is long, one will arrive if one keeps walking; though the task is difficult, it will be done if one acts. I look forward to your performance."

These words were clearly meant to cheer Liu Bo on.

Liu Bo, in the audience, reacted immediately.

Listening to Ye Xuan's words, he felt a continuous surge of deep pride and a sense of mission welling up in his chest.

Under the impact of this emotion, he stood up again, bowed earnestly three times, and then sat back down.

At this moment, Liu Bo had made a decision.

He would be Ye Xuan's number one fan from now on!

No one could fight him for it!

As this scene played out in the eyes of the others, waves of applause erupted one after another.

At this time, the principal, seeing the commotion among the students, approached the microphone and said softly.

"As the principal of Peking University, I am very grateful for Mr. Ye Xuan's wonderful speech just now.

If the youth are strong, the nation is strong; the world once belonged to us, and the future belongs to you..."

The principal first expressed his own excitement, then proceeded to control the room.

"Since Mr. Ye Xuan has finally come to Peking University, does anyone have any questions for him?"

As soon as the voice fell, the students in the audience raised their hands impatiently.

At a glance, almost every student was scrambling to raise their hand.

After all, this was a rare opportunity to communicate face-to-face with Nobel laureate Ye Xuan!

No one wanted to let this great chance slip by!

Seeing the incredibly enthusiastic atmosphere, the principal gestured for Ye Xuan to choose for himself.

Ye Xuan nodded, scanned the entire room, and looked at a male student in the second row.

"This student in the second row wearing the blue striped T-shirt, what is your question?!"

The student pointed out by Ye Xuan didn't react at first.

It wasn't until the students around him cast envious, jealous, and hateful gazes, accompanied by obvious urging, that he realized.

He had actually been chosen by Ye Xuan?!

Swallowing hard, the male student stood up abruptly, not knowing where to put his hands, his palms sweating.

Meeting Ye Xuan's gaze, he flushed with excitement, took several deep breaths, and after a long while, stammered.

"I... I... I want to ask Mr. Ye Xuan a question.

Do you... not feel regret for refusing the Nobel Prize in Literature?

After all, this is the first time Huaxia has won the Nobel Prize in Literature; it is an unprecedented honor..."

Once this question was asked, the students nearby nodded one after another, and even the principal looked over.

Clearly, this was a doubt held by most people.

Winning the Nobel Prize in Literature was a significant step for Huaxia literature to reach the world!

How could Ye Xuan think of refusing it?!

Hearing this question, Ye Xuan did not hesitate and gave his answer with a faint smile.

"Actually, there is nothing to regret, because it is not that I need the recognition of the Nobel Prize in Literature, but that the Nobel Prize in Literature needs my recognition!"

Ye Xuan's thinking was quite simple.

In this context of backward literature and entertainment, the cultural works he casually produced were existence that could leave the current ones ten thousand miles behind.

These works had long been recognized at a hall-of-fame level in later generations; why care about the current minor honor?!

To give a simple example, having already passed the palace examination to become the top scholar, why would one need to take the minor exam for a budding scholar?!

It was the Nobel Prize in Literature that needed him, not him needing the Nobel Prize in Literature!

As Ye Xuan's unhesitating voice rang out, the entire audience suddenly fell into silence.

Countless eyes were fixed on Ye Xuan.

Among them were shock, bewilderment, and deep disbelief.

For a moment, the large auditorium was left with only the buzzing sound of the microphone.

No one expected to get such an answer.

Such an arrogant answer!

If it were anyone else, saying this would be pure grandstanding.

But coming from Ye Xuan, everyone felt it was wonderfully arrogant!

Arrogant, yet reasonable!

Arrogant, yet justified!

There was no one more suitable to say this than Ye Xuan!

And only Ye Xuan was qualified to say these words!

The facts were indeed so!

If Ye Xuan won the Nobel Prize in Literature, the biggest winner would not be Ye Xuan, but the Nobel Prize in Literature itself!

It was the Nobel Prize in Literature that needed these works that could be recorded in history to maintain its status, to ensure its value, and to guarantee its authority!

And Ye Xuan's works would always be there!

Let the wind blow from the east, west, north, or south, I remain unmoved!

The next instant, all the students in the room erupted.

"How can he be so cool?! What he said is so inspiring!"

"I declare that I am a loyal fan of Ye Xuan from now on!"

"I didn't understand before, thinking Ye Xuan would regret refusing the Nobel Prize, but now it's clearly the Nobel Prize in Literature committee that should regret it..."

"Yeah, even the next winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature will have to weigh in their own heart whether they measure up to Mr. Ye Xuan..."

At this moment, the male student who asked the question had eyes shining, the thick lenses on his nose unable to hide the excitement in his eyes.

"Thank you... Mr. Ye Xuan for the answer."

After another deep bow, the boy suppressed his excitement and sat down slowly.

Ye Xuan on stage also nodded slightly, then continued to ask.

"Next question."

This time, Ye Xuan randomly selected a female student wearing a bright yellow dress.

The female student's eyes were full of admiration, but the smile at the corner of her mouth held a hint of mischief.

"Hello Mr. Ye Xuan, I am your loyal fan. I only have one question. ===== CHAPTER 85 =====