Insufficient balance

  It's unclear whether it was intentional or not, but after Ye Yizhe left the office, he didn't reply to that previous text message, and Yu Zitan also stopped bothering him, as if nothing had happened.

  Everything seemed calm and peaceful, in Ye Yizhe's view, the middle-aged counselor who had reached menopause no longer harassed him.

  Ye Yizhe wouldn't know about it naturally. Not long after he left the counselor's office, Luo Jinfeng made a phone call.

  "Hey, Dean, I just spoke with Ye Yizhe and he doesn't want to go for the new student representative speech. As soon as I mentioned it, he vetoed me. In my opinion, the school should choose someone else. By the way, Dean, what's Ye Yizhe's status anyway? Is being a high school exam top scorer enough to be treated like this? I won't bother you anymore, Dean, you have things to attend to first."

  Listening to the "beep" sound coming from the phone, Luo Jinfeng sneered, let's see you fight with me.

  If Ye Yizhe knew, he would definitely slap his chest and cry out in regret. Such a rare opportunity to attract the attention of beauties has been missed, it's absolutely a mistake.

  Two days passed, and on Monday morning, Ye Yizhe followed the crowd to the stadium. Today was supposed to be the entrance ceremony, but in Ye Yizhe's opinion, it was just a ritual where leaders would boast and talk nonsense. Every year on this day, those leaders would dress up and think they were glorious. Ye Yizhe had always disliked this scene and didn't want to attend, but Peng Bengong persuaded him for half a day. Finally, he was awakened by the sentence "We can see how many beauties there are in school" and came with them with an attitude of just taking a look.

  These two days, although I also strolled around many places in the school, I have a general understanding of the school's layout. However, the scene with so many people gathered here is still spectacular, with a sea of black heads, each department forming a square array in its own place.

  Ye Yizhe walked to the location of the Philosophy Academy, and suddenly felt a refreshing feeling, as the oppressive male aura around him instantly changed to the sweet fragrance of pink girls. Looking at their smiling faces, Ye Yizhe felt a pang in his heart, he was the only man here, yet he hadn't even had a chance to talk to them, this was a shame.

  With that mindset, Ye Yizhe walked over with what he thought was his most sincere smile and greeted the crowd with a puzzled expression: "Hi, I'm Ye Yizhe, hello."

  He regretted it as soon as he said it.

  After he shouted, nearly two hundred people in the Philosophy Department turned their heads and looked at him. The boys from other departments who were also paying attention to the girls in the Philosophy Department also looked over.

  It can be said that Ye Yizhe suddenly became the core of the sports field.

  Damn it!

  Ye Yizhe's mind was a complete blank, leaving only this thought behind.

  For the girls in the Philosophy Department, they had just met each other and the most talked-about topic for the past two days was Ye Yizhe. When they first entered school, their seniors mentioned that this year's batch would have boys joining, but only one, and it was said that he was a pretty good-looking guy. These girls wanted to gather more information about him, but unfortunately, they didn't have any other means of finding out more about Ye Yizhe himself in school, so all their thoughts about him were just speculation.

  Who says girls can't fantasize? In the philosophy department, when the female students didn't see Ye Yizhe, all their thoughts about him were fantasies. Some of the girls who didn't get along with each other argued and cursed at each other over the past two days, saying things like "What are you, how could Ye Yizhe possibly look up to you?" or "Ye Yizhe is mine!" This shows just how much they yearn for Ye Yizhe.

  This can't be said to be falling in love, it can only be said to be a curiosity about strange things.

  If he knew about this situation, Ye Yizhe would rather die than speak out at this time.

  "Is this Ye Yizhe?"

  "It's pretty good, just like what I dreamed of."

  "You can just dream on, because I've already made up my mind, he's mine."

  “……”

  In the midst of the noisy voices, only these few clear sentences entered Ye Yizhe's ears, while the others slowly filtered out. However, it still startled Ye Yizhe, wondering when he had gained such fame. He could only awkwardly say: "Hello everyone... hello..."

  He then turned around resolutely and ran, escaping what seemed to others as an infinite paradise but was in his eyes a place more torturous than hell.

  Watching him flee, the area where the philosophy department was located burst into a fit of laughter, and the boys around looked dazed, beautiful girls are indeed more lovely when they smile.

  Ye Yizhe ran under the shade of a tree, still feeling a lingering fear in his heart. He patted his chest and muttered to himself: "It seems that from now on, I won't be able to have a quiet class."

  "Cough...cough..."

  It wasn't until he heard a coughing sound beside him that Ye Yizhe discovered an old man lying on a rocking chair under the shade of the tree, looking at him with a smile as if amused by his sudden intrusion.

  "Ah, old sir, am I disturbing your rest?" Yeyizhe noticed that the old man's eyes were slightly drowsy, and judging from his sporty attire, he must have been exercising here in the morning and then moved a rocking chair over to take a break.

  Although the old man's smile was kind, Ye Yizhe still felt a bit rude.

  The old man shook his head and said, "No, young people have vitality, it's better to be young."

  At this time, a wave of collective voices came from the playground, followed by the very traditional "The entrance ceremony is about to begin, next we have...".

  Upon hearing this voice, Ye Yizhe revealed an impatient expression and sat down abruptly. The old man looked at him with confusion and said: "Young fellow, judging from your appearance you're also a freshman, why aren't you going to your college?"

  Ye Yizhe shook his head like a rattle drum, and said with lingering fear: "No, no."

  The old man listened and looked him up and down before saying, "Why don't you go listen to what those leaders have to say?"

  Ye Yizhe patted his chest, and naturally didn't notice the old man's gaze pause on his wrist. Upon hearing this question, he turned his head to glance at Tai Shang, then smiled slightly with a hint of disdain: "Them? Just those clichés, from elementary school to middle school, high school, all the way until now, every opening ceremony has the same content, whether you listen or not is irrelevant."

  "Oh? You seem to look down on me?" The old man said with interest.

  "This can't be said, it's just doing its job," Yiyue felt that he might have spoken too much and made the old man think he was arrogant, so he explained, "If I were in their position, I would also say something grandiose and not express what should really be said. Look at these students, how many are listening carefully? They're either yawning or chatting, who will remember what they said? Who will care about what they said? As a prestigious school like this, although the opening ceremony every year is not as prepared as Yanjing Huqing because it needs to be recorded, such official language does not match the connotation of this school. To be honest, I was disappointed when I heard the beginning just now."

  "What should they state then?"

  "For contemporary students, the foundation of test-oriented education has undoubtedly led to a decline in overall quality. University is the last stage of learning career, if we don't correct some views at this time, our national education can be said to be thoroughly failed. This is also what I think contemporary universities should do, especially for famous schools like Fudan University, it must be put into practice. Many university graduates, when they graduate, no longer have the spirit and style of their youth, even degenerate, although it's their own responsibility, but can't universities take some responsibility to guide them? The education itself has problems, but all the blame is pushed onto students' lack of self-control, these problems are obvious, but nobody wants to mention them."

  "In my opinion, the first thing colleges should do is to make freshmen understand that they are not entering an ivory tower without worries, but a new and very cruel challenge. This will awaken their passion and rekindle the ideals that may have been forgotten due to the cruelty of exam-oriented education. When one has ideals, they can go further."

  The old man looked at Ye Yizhe with a spirited and proud expression, his face emotionless, and quietly said: "Then what is your ideal?"

  The old man seemed to look down on him slightly, Ye Yizhe opened his mouth wanting to explain, but stopped. He didn't speak, the old man also didn't speak, just looking at him. After thinking for a moment, Ye Yizhe said with a somewhat dull expression: "Originally I really didn't have any grand ideals, I just wanted to come to this place to find some people, whether or not I found them, I only wanted to live a simple life, like Master wandering the world, and then use my own inner cultivation to win everyone's respect, until that day when I entered the Mu family."

  "Although I said that with my own strength, I can completely surpass them, but how could I not know how difficult it is? At this time, thinking carefully, in fact, people like this who are calm and have no desires or demands also have desires. It's precisely because of having no desires or demands that they have the most unimaginable ideals."

  Yi Zhe stared intently at the old man and said in a low voice: "I want this day, I can no longer restrain my heart! I want freedom!"

  The old man was taken aback, then pointed at him with his finger and shook his head with a smile: "Freedom requires strength."

  After finishing, he put away the rocking chair and threw it aside, walking slowly towards the podium, his curved back, step by step, as if stepping on Ye Yizhe's heart. Watching his back, Ye Yizhe suddenly had an epiphany.

  It was him, Ye Yizhe muttered to himself, then looked at the Buddhist beads in his hand and smiled wryly. Ye Yizhe knew that the old man must have already known his identity. This master who made him want to leave a good impression on the principal of Fudan University probably had a very bad first impression of him. However, after thinking about it, Ye Yizhe felt relieved. His personality was just like this, and if he didn't speak directly, he would still be discovered sooner or later, so it was better to be straightforward.

  In fact, Ye Yizhe had another sentence when facing the old principal, but he didn't say it not because he didn't want to say it, but because he couldn't express that feeling at all.

  I want to go home.