"When I was in college, Professor Zhang taught us. He was only transferred to his current unit later. My relationship with him really isn't as close as you imagine."
"That's not very decent of you, Li Ye. It's not like we brothers never went to college. After a professor finished teaching, would he even know who we were? You graduated seven or eight years ago, yet Professor Zhang still loves you deeply and hates you bitterly. And you say your relationship is ordinary?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Little brother, you really hid yourself well. With Director Zhang looking after you, we'll have to call you Brother from now on."
Because of Zhang Qiyan's appearance, Li Ye and Duan Jiajun's dorm room became even livelier. Li Ye's "achievements" in socializing during this visit to D School were completed ahead of schedule. Even people who disagreed with him had become nodding acquaintances with him and exchanged contact information.
Everyone knew that Zhang Qiyan was no longer the academic giant from Peking University that he had once been. Now, he was one of the representative figures riding the crest of the waves. He might ultimately be smashed to death by the waves, but what if he was not? What if he rode the wind and broke the waves, soaring straight into the blue clouds instead?
On the mainland, teacher-student relationships had always been exceedingly subtle. Some people even mocked the corrupt elements in academic circles with the saying, "Whether you're truly awesome or not ultimately depends on who your teacher is."
So many young talents fought desperately to enter the schools of certain academic warlords. Was it truly for the pursuit of truth, or for something else?
Thus, although many classmates usually appeared indifferent to worldly matters, once they arrived at Li Ye's dorm