
“Why are young people today like this? The world is really slumping.”
“I remember when I was young, I didn't even have a chair when I attended college. I could only stand in the last row near the wall. I still feel that it's a great honor. I'm not like people now. Ck ck.”
Before the conversation started, everyone whispered behind her, and their voices reached Xia Wanyuan's ears.
Principal Yang frowned. As the organizer, he could not comment much to the teachers who had come from this far away. He could only turn around and comfort Xia Wanyuan. “Wanyuan, don't take heart. This old scholar is very sour.”
Xia Wanyuan smiled. “School Head, I don't mind these words.”
The meeting finally began. This meeting was mainly to discuss the renewal of school materials.
To ensure that university teaching materials improve over time, they will gather experts and professors from all over the country every year to discuss.
Knowledge is being updated, and there may be errors in the content of previous textbooks. Everyone discussed item after item, and the meeting room went smoothly.
Xia Wanyuan listened to everyone's discussion seriously and felt like she had learned a lot.
“Wanyuan, what do you think?” When they faced a problem that they could not convince, they subconsciously asked Xia Wanyuan.
“Teacher Zhang, do you still need to ask someone who has been fired and does not even have a position?” The teacher from Nancheng University looked at Xia Wanyuan with disdain.
The University of Nancheng and Qing Datong are the top universities in China. Qing University specializes in science and can be said to be China's industrial talent machine. Nancheng University, located in Jiangnan, has always been good at literature and has produced many masters.
The two universities face each other in the north and south. Both never bow to the other.
“Teacher Lin, what are you saying? Although Wanyuan did not have a professional degree, he was well-rounded and talented. The ancient people even said that there should be a teacher in three people.” Professor Zhang rolled his eyes in his heart.
Nancheng University has always been arrogant because of their excellence in the humanities. Every time they interacted, they would display a tall and mighty appearance. The teachers of Qing University smiled, but they were actually troubled by these people in their hearts.
“For many years, everyone wondered. You said that the science department of Qing University is leading the way in the country, but the humanities department is like a sprained ankle. From the looks of it, if Qing University wants to improve the humanities department as soon as possible, but you still have to raise the standards of selecting professors.”
Professor Lin Yu's words not only mocked Xia Wanyuan, but also scolded the Qing University professors.
The reason why Qing University's liberal arts majors are bad is because the standards for professors are low. Doesn't that mean the standards of Qing University's liberal arts teachers are also poor?
The teachers of Qing University were furious, but everyone present was a scholar who wanted a face. They smile and communicate with each other.
Because of Professor Lin's words, in the meeting later, everyone spoke with a gun and a stick.
Scholars do not scold each other directly. They use all sorts of allusions and innuendos. They were so angry that their faces and necks were red. They even smiled and spoke softly.
“That's it for today's meeting.”
Finally, it's time to get home from work. The teachers, who had long debated, temporarily calmed the war.
“Everything, please follow the staff to the restaurant. Qing University has prepared a hotel room for everyone.”
As soon as Principal Yang finished speaking, the staff led the teachers from Nancheng University out of the meeting room.
Qing University and Nancheng University not only compete in the academic field, but they also have to compare in other aspects. For example, this time, when they received a delegation from Nancheng University, Qing University gave them a very high standard of admission, afraid that Nancheng University did not know that they were rich and impressive.
The amount that the state allocates to Nancheng University each year is similar to Qing University, and the admission rate of Nancheng University is not low. However, when the delegation from Nancheng University arrived at the villa area that Qing University had prepared for them, they were still dumbfounded.
“Don't tell me the budget Qing University used to do these shallow projects?” Lin Yu looked at these villas wryly. People in academia should be willing to be poor. Doing these fancy things, it was no wonder Qing University produced some fools who only knew science.
“Professor Lin, you must be kidding.” Professor Zhang laughed. “These villas were prepared for everyone by Professor Xia from our school. Originally, the school set up the hotel for everyone, but after Professor Xia heard about it, he automatically donated these villas as the residence of the teachers for the exchange.”
Lin Yu frowned. “Professor Xia? The wife of the businessman smelled of copper?”
Professor Zhang's expression darkened. “Professor Lin, your words are a little impolite.”
Lin Yu pursed his lips aimlessly. “As academics, we must be willing to be poor and not be confused with external things. If we just want to enjoy ourselves every day, how can we have the mood to learn and educate people? I'm not gonna live in this house. We have a subsidy for business travel, and I follow it strictly.”
As soon as Lin Yu finished speaking, he flicked his sleeve and left.
The remaining teachers from Nancheng University also left. Even if a small portion of them wanted to stay in the villa, after Lin Yu's words, they were unable to show their thoughts and leave with Lin Yu.
“Professor Zhang, this?” The staff looked at each other and finally looked at Professor Zhang.
“Who cares about them?” Professor Zhang could not be bothered to chase after them. “Because they want to stay in a hotel, let it go. What's wrong with being rich? They're really rambling.”
At the entrance of the school, Xia Wanyuan stood by the roadside and waited for Jun Shiling to come.
“Are you cold?” Jun Shiling was finally able to get out of the car openly to pick up Xia Wanyuan. With a smile in her eyes, she pulled Xia Wanyuan's hand.
“I'm fine. Let's go,” Xia Wanyuan said as she leaned on Jun Shiling. Beside Jun Shiling, Xia Wanyuan was always boneless.
Just as the two of them were about to get into the car, a timid voice suddenly came from behind.
“Sister, Brother, can you lend me a dollar?”