Chapter 1054: Something is Wrong

"Get out of the way!"

Zhang Wengong's hair stood on end, he didn't care about face at all, and he didn't have the cultivation of a professor, pushing the student who was blocking him, and reached out to tear it again.

"Don't move!" Jiang Yeye suddenly appeared, also pushing Zhang Wengong without giving any face, almost pushing the old guy down.

"Ouch!" Jiang Yeye saw Zhang Wengong's face and laughed: "Everyone, look quickly, this person is Zhang Wengong from the School of Liberal Arts, the model of a contemporary traitor."

"Severely punish the traitor Zhang Wengong!" A boy raised his fist and shouted.

"Severely punish the traitor Zhang Wengong!" The surrounding crowd also started shouting along.

University students in this era all had personalities and were fearless. No matter what happened, they would express their demands in their own way, freely displaying and releasing their youthful wisdom.

Looking at the indignant students, Zhang Wengong's flushed face turned pale, and his heart felt empty.

He really didn't expect Zhou Andong to have such a great influence among students, which made him feel that something was wrong.

"Severely punish the traitor Zhang Wengong!"

The shouting became louder and louder, and the students became more and more excited.

This guy had a ghost in his heart, because he still had the manuscript cursing Zhou Andong in his pocket.

If these students discovered it, one spit each, this old life would be gone.

But if he

From now on, anyone who sees him will have to point at his spine and mock him.

"What are you doing? What do you want to do?" Zhang Chenggong shouted sternly: "Do you want to rebel? Huh?"

This old man looked quite frightening with his stern appearance, but not a single student was afraid of him, especially Jiang Yeye.

"What are you shouting about?" Jiang Yeye mocked him without any concealment: "If you aren't a traitor, then who is? During the public lecture, you openly promoted worshiping foreign things and fawning over foreign powers. Could it be that all of this is fake?"

"Fortunately, Zhou Andong issued a warning, letting us see the true faces of you foreign slaves and traitors. Otherwise, once we were slowly brainwashed by you, I really don't know what kind of mistakes we would make in the future."

"Sharp-tongued." Zhang Wengong snorted angrily: "I will notify the Academic Affairs Office to deal strictly with students like you who violate school rules and discipline, slander teachers, and disrupt normal teaching order."

After saying this, the man left in a fit of rage, and he was no longer in the mood to go to the newspaper office.

He had to resolve this matter first; those few large characters posted on the wall really made him feel like he had thorns on his back.

Returning to the office building, he wanted to go to the Academic Affairs Office, but just as he reached the second floor, he ran into Lu Chunyi, the deputy director of the Discipline Inspection and Supervision Office.

"Professor Zhang!" Seeing Zhang Wengong, Lu Chunyi said with a smile: "What a coincidence, I was just about to go find you."

"What do you want with me?" Zhang Wengong was least willing to deal with Lu Chunyi and his kind because he felt they brought bad luck.

"It's not me looking for you," Lu Chunyi said. "It's Director Fan looking for you."

Zhang Wengong frowned: "I'm going to the Academic Affairs Office to handle some business first, then I'll go over."

Lu Chunyi shook his head: "The matter is very important. You had better go over and take a look first."

Zhang Wengong's heart skipped a beat, and he had a very bad premonition.

But since Fan Zhengxiang was looking for him, and Lu Chunyi had come personally to notify him, even if he had the most important matter in the world, he had to go over and see what it was first.

"Fine, I'll go see Director Fan first."

This man went to find Fan Zhengxiang, and no one knew what the two of them talked about.

Someone saw Zhang Wengong come out of Fan Zhengxiang's office with a pale face, his walk a bit unsteady, swaying as he went.

He never imagined that anyone else had seen Chai Guang's thesis. Besides the two students, the counselor Feng Wei had also seen it.

If students testified, he had many reasons to refute them, but if a teacher came forward to testify, the credibility was too high; his defense suddenly seemed a bit pale.

He was finished. The moment this thought appeared in his mind, he stumbled and rolled down the stairs.

Someone heard the scream and ran out, discovering it was Zhang Wengong. They hurriedly called people over to carry him to the infirmary.

The doctor in the infirmary found that Zhang Wengong's fall was quite serious, so after simply treating his external injuries, they had him sent to the hospital.

When Fang Xiaoru heard the news that Zhang Wengong had fallen down the stairs, he was stunned, and then he sent someone to the hospital to visit him.

Fan Zhengxiang was the same; after hearing the news, he had his subordinates go and take a look.

Since no decision had been made on how to handle Zhang Wengong yet, as school leaders, they certainly had to show some concern.

But Zhang Wengong's problem was very serious, so they naturally wouldn't go personally and get shit all over themselves.

In less than two short hours, the news that Zhang Wengong had been summoned for plagiarizing a student's thesis and then fallen down the stairs spread throughout the entire Beijing Normal University.

"Yeye, Yeye!"

A female student ran into the classroom holding a stack of newspapers.

"Yesterday, Zhou Andong accepted an interview with reporters, and he spoke again. You guys hurry up and take a look."

With a rustle, dozens of people in the classroom stood up, and the people in front snatched the newspapers from the girl.

What Jiang Yeye got was the Beijing Evening News, and the front page was the report on Zhou Andong's interview.

"Yeye, you should read it to us." A male student shouted.

"Alright, I'll read Zhou Andong's interview answers first."

Jiang Yeye said, and then she began to read.

"The Opium War ended with China's defeat, reparations, and the ceding of territory, marking the signing of the first unequal treaty in China's modern history..."

Jiang Yeye read aloud, and only her voice remained in the classroom.

"A professor at a university in our country once said such things: that the country is wasting national power and wealth, squandering the people's blood and sweat, and that keeping millions of troops is simply stupid."

"He said we should disband all troops and let the U. S. military station here to protect us, so that we could save huge amounts of funds to develop the economy—killing two birds with one stone."

"Fuck!" A student shouted: "Isn't that exactly what Zhang Wengong said?"

"Yes, he said it during a public lecture. I heard it too."

"Dog traitor!"

A chorus of curses rang out below. It could be said that Zhang Wengong had reached the point at Beijing Normal University where everyone wanted to beat him up.

The commotion lasted for several minutes before it died down, and Jiang Yeye continued to read.

"My life, Zhou Andong's, cannot be called a winner, but I have never lost once on the issue of national righteousness. I was not born during the prosperity of ancient times, nor did I experience the hardships of the past. To the peace and glory of the present, I have pledged my deep affection. Born in the right time, I will not fail this era; in this life, I wish to entrust my heart to China and gift my years to its mountains and rivers."

"Good!"

When she read to this point, applause and shouts of "Good!" rang out in unison, and some people even took out pens to write it down.

"Born in the right time, I will not fail this era; in this life, I wish to entrust my heart to China and gift my years to its mountains and rivers."

The students chanted this sentence over and over, some until their throats were almost hoarse.

Jiang Yeye's pretty face was flushed with excitement. When the applause and shouting stopped, she took a deep breath.

"The last sentence: If we want to stand tall and unyielding, we must have Buddha in our hearts and a sword in our hands."

After this sentence was read, the classroom suddenly became silent, and everyone was carefully pondering the meaning of these words.