Ye Chen glanced at the invite for the University Presidents’ Social Gathering.
The University Presidents’ Social Gathering is held once every year.
In essence, it’s just university presidents coming together to flaunt their literary prowess, compete in poetry, and show off their cultural heritage.
Moreover, the gathering is broadcast live, serving as a showcase for each university’s elegance.
Originally, Star University wasn’t qualified to attend, but recently, Star University has been extremely popular.
It has even become a prestigious school comparable to Huaqing University, so Ye Chen is naturally on the invite list.
Ye Chen smiled lightly, he really isn’t afraid of such gatherings.
Isn’t it just writing poetry?
Modern poetry, ancient poetry, back in school in the previous life, Ye Chen memorized quite a few.
In this world, these poems don’t exist, so as long as Ye Chen uses them, they’re his own.
Comparing cultural prowess with him, they’re just asking for humiliation. Content orıginally comes from 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚫𝙣𝙚𝙩
Ye Chen understands that now Star University is too popular, so naturally, many people are displeased.
This time, many people get invited just to watch the spectacle.
After all, Ye Chen’s educational model at Star University is too avant-garde, many other schools simply cannot keep up.
Some schools even regard Star University’s success as mere opportunism.
As for Ye Chen as the principal, many people are even more disdainful.
Just a recent undergraduate graduate, what cultural heritage could he have?
Ye Chen said to Lin Shiyin: "Shiyin, send me the acknowledgment, I’m attending."
Hearing Ye Chen attending, Lin Shiyin was a bit worried and said: "Principal Ye, now many university presidents have big opinions about you, so be careful this time."
Ye Chen smiled lightly: "Can they devour me? In front of me, they’re just trash, don’t worry."
If it were someone else, they might think Ye Chen is bragging, but Lin Shiyin didn’t feel that way at all.
She’s already accustomed to Ye Chen’s confident gaze, if Ye Chen says it’s fine, then it definitely is.
This university presidents’ gathering is being held at Modu University. Students were given an advance vacation, so the entire school has only guests and school staff.
Ye Chen was just walking into the school when he was stopped by security at the gate.
"Sir, your entry pass!"
Ye Chen was stunned: "Entry pass? I don’t have an entry pass?"
Indeed, they only sent a notification, but didn’t send him an entry pass.
The security guard shook his head: "Sorry, without a pass, you cannot enter."
Ye Chen’s eyes narrowed slightly: "They invited me but didn’t mail me a pass, these guys indeed want to mess with me."
"I am the principal of Star University, invited. They might have forgotten to send me the pass." Ye Chen explained.
"Sorry, without a pass you can’t enter," the security guard said.
Ye Chen’s eyes narrowed, the less you want me in, the more I want to go in.
He understood that if he didn’t go, they would surely make a big fuss, claiming he was too afraid to show up.
Ye Chen called Lin Shiyin.
Lin Shiyin said: "These people are too much, I’ll contact them immediately."
Soon, Lin Shiyin’s call came back.
"I couldn’t reach them."
"Alright, I understand."
He’s already certain this is definitely a conspiracy.
In reality, they simply don’t want him to come.
Otherwise, why not mail him the pass?
Ye Chen turned to the backyard.
The walls of Modu University aren’t very high, but this height is difficult for ordinary people to climb.
Ye Chen is not ordinary.
He took a few steps back and then leapt directly over the wall.
Since you won’t let me in, I insist on entering.
Ye Chen leisurely walked to the auditorium.
By now, many guests had already arrived.
Ye Chen saw quite a few familiar faces.
Including the presidents of those eight prestigious schools he had previously outwitted.
At this moment, Modu University’s Principal Shen Qiang saw Ye Chen and paused.
From the other’s gaze, Ye Chen could tell this guy definitely had issues.
Shen Qiang awkwardly smiled: "Principal Ye, welcome."
But Ye Chen said indifferently: "Welcome? I feel you’re not very welcoming; the security guard at the gate wouldn’t let me in."
"Ah, how could that be? Wasn’t there a pass?" Shen Qiang played dumb.
Ye Chen said lightly, "Pass? I only got the invite in my mail, no pass."
"How could that be? It must be a work mistake by our staff, sorry." Shen Qiang continued to feign innocence.
Ye Chen laughed lightly, "No matter, I’ve already come in."
Shen Qiang awkwardly asked: "Principal Ye, may I ask how you got in?"
Ye Chen pointed to the back wall: "Oh, climbed over. If I want to come, no one can stop me."
At this point, a hearty laugh sounded from behind: "Principal Ye, we meet again."
The speaker was Jiangsu University’s Principal Zhou Kun.
Last time, he sent his school’s five best talents to Star University.
Originally intended to discreetly learn, but they ended up as dumplings for a dog, gone for good, it nearly pained Zhou Kun to death.
Now, seeing Ye Chen made Zhou Kun’s heart itch with vengeance.
Ye Chen gave a light smile, "Principal Zhou, I must thank you; the students you sent to our school are really excellent and have become key members of several projects."
Zhou Kun felt a pang in his heart.
This was indeed a sore spot for him.
Losing those five elites made Zhou Kun heartache for more than half a month; just when he was about to forget, Ye Chen brought it up again.
Zhou Kun awkwardly smiled, "Principal Ye, please don’t mention it, every time you do, it pains me. By the way, the theme of this gathering is a poetry contest; let us witness the elegance of Star University’s principal."
Upon hearing Zhou Kun’s words, the other presidents all cracked a subtle smile.
In their school days, they highly regarded ancient literature and had some accomplishments in poetry.
Ye Chen is different; being in his early twenties, how proficient could he be with ancient poetry? Ye Chen attending is merely making a fool of himself.
Soon, the University Presidents’ Social Gathering began.
This gathering is grander than ever.
There are even live broadcast platforms streaming it nationwide in Hua Country.
Many university students sat in front of computers wanting to see the elegance of their principals.
Chen Mu walked onto the stage, "Everyone quiet. Today’s theme for this gathering of principals is poetry. We will draw a theme, then each university president will create poetry on-site. The poems will be published on our website for voting, aiming to promote our national culture; the contest ranks first, friendship second."
As the host, Shen Qiang approached a box.
He smiled and said, "This box contains ten topics. I’m going to draw one now."
Saying this, Shen Qiang reached inside and deliberately stirred it.
Ye Chen snorted coldly, fooling ghosts; as the host, who would know if he tampered with it?
Finally, Shen Qiang took out a piece of paper, opened it, and smiled: "Everyone, today’s poetry theme is ’moon,’ composing based on the moon, coincidentally fitting the current mood with the approaching Mid-Autumn Festival."