Chapter 82: Ye Xuan: I don't need the recognition of the Nobel Prize; the Nobel Prize needs my recognition!

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

Is this even a university lecture right now?!

It is simply like a large-scale fan meeting!

Even the principal on the side was looking at Ye Xuan with burning eyes, still unable to hide the excitement within.

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

"Though the road is long, one will arrive if one travels; though the task is difficult, one will succeed if one does it. I look forward to your performance."

These words were clearly meant to cheer Liu Bo on.

And Liu Bo below the stage reacted immediately as well.

Listening to Ye Xuan's words, he only felt a wave after wave of deep pride and sense of mission surging continuously from his chest.

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

At this moment, Liu Bo had made a decision in his heart.

From now on, he would absolutely be Ye Xuan's number one fan!

No one could fight him for it!

And as this scene fell into the eyes of the others, wave after wave of applause rang out one after another.

At this time, the principal on stage looked at the rowdy students below, and he also approached the microphone, saying slowly.

"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 was once ours, and the future is yours..."

The principal first expressed a wave of his own excitement, then immediately took control of the scene.

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

As soon as the voice fell, the students below couldn't wait to raise their hands.

Looking at it, almost all the students were scrambling to raise their hands.

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

No one was willing to let this great opportunity slip by!

Seeing the incredibly enthusiastic atmosphere below, the principal gestured slightly, letting Ye Xuan choose for himself.

Ye Xuan nodded, scanned the entire venue, and then 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 surrounding students cast looks of envy, jealousy, and hatred, along with obvious urging, that he realized.

He had actually been chosen by Ye Xuan?!

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

Meeting Ye Xuan's gaze, his face flushed with excitement; he took several deep breaths, and only after a long while did he begin to stammer.

"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 Huaxia's first Nobel Prize in Literature, an unprecedented honor..."

Once this question was asked, the students nearby nodded one after another, and even the principal couldn't help but look over.

Clearly, this was the doubt in most people's hearts.

Winning the Nobel Prize in Literature was a significant step for Huaxia literature to go global!

How could Ye Xuan think of refusing it?!

At this time, hearing this question, Ye Xuan did not hesitate much, and after a faint smile, he gave his reply.

"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.

Against the backdrop of this culturally backward era, the cultural works he casually brought out were existences that could leave the current ones ten thousand miles behind.

These works had long since received hall-of-fame recognition in later generations; why bother with the small honors of the present?!

Take the simplest example: having already passed the palace examination to become the top scholar, why would one still need to take the small exam for a budding talent?!

It is the Nobel Prize in Literature that needs 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 firmly on Ye Xuan.

Among them were shock, stupefaction, and deep disbelief.

For a moment, in the large auditorium, only the buzzing sound of the microphone remained.

No one had expected to get such an answer.

Such an arrogant answer!

If it were anyone else, saying this would be nothing but wild talk.

But coming from Ye Xuan, everyone just felt it was arrogant in a good way!

Arrogant in a reasonable way!

Arrogant in a way that was only right and proper!

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

And only Ye Xuan is qualified to say these words!

The facts are indeed so!

If Ye Xuan were to win the Nobel Prize in Literature, the biggest winner would not be Ye Xuan, but the Nobel Prize in Literature!

It is the Nobel Prize in Literature that needs these works that can be recorded in history to maintain its status, to ensure its gold content, and to ensure its authority!

And Ye Xuan's works are always there!

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

The next instant, the students in the audience boiled over.

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

"I announce that I am Ye Xuan's loyal fan 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 is regretting..."

"Yeah, even the next winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature will have to weigh whether they compare to Mr. Ye Xuan..."

And at this moment, the male student who asked the question had eyes shining, and the thick lenses on his nose couldn't 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.

One could see that this female student's eyes were full of worship, but the smile at the corner of her mouth revealed a hint of mischief.

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