Marvel's Dark Shadows

They were lucky enough to finally step into the classroom the school girl told them about at 1:58 p.m.

Today’s class was a small class for the journalism major, but it was held in a lecture theater on the east side of the second floor. Because Professor Yao's classes are not limited to the traditional model of full lectures, and often use open-ended thinking to explore the knowledge of journalism and communication, there are always many students from other majors coming to observe his classes. The school also adheres to the humanistic concept of open schooling, and all classes for "everyone" are held in ladder classrooms.

When Xia Wushuang and the others arrived, they habitually held hands and walked to the back to sit down, but the front row was already full of people.

The school bell rang, and an old gentleman with gray hair on his temples walked in. He was dressed simply in gray cloth. His teaching aids were very simple, a cup of tea was all he had, and he didn't even have any teaching materials in his hand.

This is the great master in the minds of all Chinese journalism and communication students—Yao Baisheng. As a world-famous person, Professor Yao’s “three thousand peaches and plums” is never an empty talk. In recent years, most of the talents who have spread across China's journalism circles, ranging from those in power in the national news system who are the mouthpieces of the country, to leading figures in newspapers across the country, to young reporters who travel to the grassroots to collect first-hand news materials, are mostly From his disciples. Worst of all, I have listened to his teachings to some extent.

When the old gentleman walked into the classroom, it was Xia Wushuang and Guan Qinglin who found their seats and sat down.

The old gentleman coughed, looked around the classroom, and said, "Class!"

All the students present stood up and said hello respectfully, as reverently as when the national flag was raised for the first time in elementary school.

The old gentleman put down the tea in his hand and said loudly: "In today's class, we will not talk about theory, but only about practical combat and news practical combat."

There was an uproar among the students. The journalism majors were okay, after all, they had adapted to their mentor's teaching model, but those from other majors who came out of nowhere were obviously a little disappointed. Quite a few of these people are just joining in the fun and posting updates on social media to show off. Unexpectedly, the old gentleman did not follow the routine and prepared to "bullshit" the whole room.

"Ah, Professor Yao is not teaching professional courses today." Shangguan Qinglin was a little disappointed. Her major was forensic medicine and she really hoped to take a class in the journalism department across majors. Xia Wushuang gently touched her back, trying to calm her down.

The old man continued: "For half my life, I have basically been dealing with the three-foot podium and the students who are eager for knowledge. I also occasionally deal with people from the government, but they are all my own students, Yao Baisheng. In my life, Bo has His name. But the name my late father gave me was Yao Bai. The word Bai means Qu Qiubai’s white. My late father hoped that I could be an aspiring young man like Qu Qiubai who would work hard for the great cause of the country and the nation. At the age of twenty-one, I myself The name was changed to Yao Baisheng, and the name Yao Bai was abandoned. Do you know why?"

As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar.

In our tradition, our body, hair, and skin are all received from our parents, not to mention our names. All of these are gifts from our parents and ancestors. Not only our countrymen, but even in Europe and the United States, which advocate freedom, names are usually given by parents.

Someone immediately stood up and replied: "Sir, you must want to contribute to the national culture, be a true master, learn from the best of hundreds of schools of thought, and establish saints for future generations."

Someone else replied, "I think that my husband's change of name is not necessarily to abandon his father's instructions, but to have high aspirations and further elevate the expectations of his fathers."

For a time, there was a lot of discussion in the lecture theater about the old gentleman changing his name, and their imaginations were getting wider and wider. Some people said that Yao Baisheng changed his name because he met a girl he liked when he was young, and he changed his name to Mingzhi. ; Some people say that Yao Baisheng changed his name because of the national household registration restrictions at that time. In order to achieve a certain purpose, he had to change his name; some even say that the reason why Yao Baisheng changed his name is very simple, based on the Taoist Feng Shui horoscope.

A discussion about changing the name lasted for 25 minutes. The old man stood on the podium and sipped tea, calmly watching all this. Just like an old farmer who has planted a field full of wheat and watched the vast sea of ​​wheat thrive in the sunshine of the dog days: his teaching purpose is very simple, to inspire students to think independently.

No matter how far-flung your thinking is, it is still better than being led by book dogma.

"Where are the journalism students? Do you have any ideas?" the old gentleman put down his tea cup and asked.

Compared with departments in other schools, Fudan's Journalism Department follows an elite path. There are only about 300 undergraduates and master's students in a single class, and it includes all departments of journalism, radio and television. It can be said that the number of people is sparse. Journalism, as one of the departments, has even fewer people.

A boy with an exquisite appearance stood up and said loudly: "Chun Xin believes that the essence of news communication is to be the first to be heard. What I changed my name is not the name, but the momentum of being the first. Newsmen of my generation have been speaking out for the people since the late Qing Dynasty. At that time, the ignorant national character of the people had not yet been awakened, so journalists needed to raise their arms and be the ones to sound the alarm. Now that the world is peaceful and people's livelihood matters are entangled, it is even more necessary for journalists to write reports and return the facts to the audience. Moreover, today A hundred schools of thought contend in China, but our journalism discipline, as an imported niche discipline, has the greatest relationship with the national economy and people's livelihood. From national institutions to all living beings, they are inseparable from the mouthpiece of news."

Chun Xin's speeches were well-referenced and well-informed, and she even brought news theories from foreign developed countries to the classroom. She sometimes spoke Chinese and sometimes English, and her mannerisms were the same as ever.

After Chun Xin, several journalism students from Fudan Journalism School spoke. Their speeches were all well-founded, knowledgeable and generous, which shows the foundation of Fudan Journalism School.

"As expected of a journalism student, all these quarrels and technical terms are falling like raindrops. I can't hear it." Shangguan Qinglin held Xia Wushuang's hand in private and threw a puzzled look at him. The girl's sweet expression. In her eyes, what these academy elites say is nothing more than talk on paper. Xia Wushuang is the real people's reporter. She has specially read Xia Wushuang's past reports, and they are thorough and thorough in analyzing current affairs. When it comes to people's livelihood, Xiao is deeply moved by his emotions and rationality, especially when he exposes social ills, he is bold and fair and unselfish. It is the existence of outstanding young journalists like him that constitutes the conscience of the country's media people.

"Okay, what everyone said is good. It is indeed the hope of the future of the press." The old man smiled slightly, but regretted: "But I didn't hear what I wanted to hear most from your speeches."

"I thought that most of what they said was flattery."

As soon as this statement came out, the entire lecture theater was boiling!

This is naked provocation and disregard, especially since this is the home of the journalism major. The people from other departments who came to listen were fine, but to the ears of journalism students, they were just ignorant, ignorant, arrogant and unscrupulous villagers! After learning calligraphy for a few days, I consider myself a cultural person!

"Who is actually uttering such arrogant words!"

Chun Xin took the lead in retaliating against the provocation, and all the journalism classmates were unhappy: "Who got the advantage of being here to listen, and actually said hurtful words."

A young man dressed with an accent stood up from the back row. He was dressed in a suit that was sharp and strong, and his angular face was clean and resolute. His sharp appearance and the words he just said attracted the attention of the entire classroom. .

"Isn't that Shangguan Qinglin's senior sister who is said to be the one who can hardly reach the sky with her smile?"

"That's right, senior, why are you with that rude person?"

The young man was Xia Wushuang. When he stood up from the back row, he was still holding the peerless beauty Shangguan Qinglin in his hand. Shangguan Qinglin was held by him, with the shyness and pride of a little woman on her face.

This world is too unreasonable!

This idea is in everyone's mind.

"This classmate, what do you think?"

The old gentleman saw Xia Wushuang, just like his wild self when he was young, and said with a smile: "Take a seat in the front row and let me hear your opinions."

Professor Yao spoke and everyone else fell silent.

Under everyone's gaze, Xia Wushuang took Shangguan Qinglin and sat down in the front row.