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Chapter 503 - 446 graduates

Chapter 503: 446 graduates

In the following period, Shi Qianxi really calmed down and stopped harassing Li Shuru.

Jiang Chen was able to put his mind at ease for the time being.

"Jiang Senior, you look really handsome today."

On campus.

Jiang Chen and Luo Li’er bumped into each other.

He had once promised Pei Yunxi to take care of this girl, but obviously, he hadn’t been particularly responsible.

"So what you’re saying is that I wasn’t handsome before?"

Jiang Chen’s words made the girls around Luo Li’er laugh.

In the past, such a statement would definitely have been shameless flattery, but at this moment, coming from Jiang Chen, who had become a prestigious figure at Dong University, it was no doubt witty and humorous.

"Jiang Senior, happy graduation!"

Luo Li’er gave a sweet smile.

Graduation always comes unexpectedly yet punctually, and youth always comes to an abrupt halt amidst stumbles and falls.

That’s right.

Today was the day of Dong University’s Thirty-sixth Graduation Ceremony.

As one of the graduates, Jiang Chen was meticulously dressed in his cap and gown, radiating a strong scholarly aura.

"Thank you."

"Jiang Senior, we’ll go on ahead then."

Knowing that Jiang Chen was hurrying to the graduation ceremony, Luo Li’er didn’t chat much longer. She left with the girls, still discussing as they walked away.

Jiang Chen continued on his way to the ceremony.

"Why are you just getting here?"

Even Luo Gongzi, typically carefree, was nervously dressed in his academic attire at this moment.

As an important milestone in life, it’s probably difficult for anyone to stay calm at a time like this.

After today, it meant they would leave the ivory tower behind and step into the harsh reality of society, without a place to shelter them from the elements.

"Chen Bro, are you going to give a speech on stage?"

Bai Zheli adjusted his glasses and asked expectantly.

Jiang Chen shook his head.

As an outstanding graduate, he did indeed have the chance to represent his class in giving a speech, but due to the impact of the previous scandal with Koda Kaoru, the school had canceled that arrangement.

However, for Jiang Chen, it turned out to be a good thing; he had never been one to seek the limelight anyway.

The ceremony took place in an open-air venue. If Yue Buqun was the least popular teacher at Dong University, then Professor Zhao Mingqing, who was about to take the stage to represent the teachers, was the most adored person in the students’ eyes.

When this professor took the stage, there was a thunderous applause.

After reaching the stage, the professor bowed to the whole audience, then walked to the microphone and straightened his tilted hat.

Just like the students, the teaching staff and university leaders participating in the graduation ceremony were all dressed in formal attire without exception.

This move immediately drew a kind laughter from the students below.

Professor Zhao, known for his humor and amiability, stood with his hands on the podium, wearing a pair of presbyopic glasses, his face looking very friendly.

"What’s the mood like at a graduation farewell? Extremely complex. You could say it’s a mix of all sorts of feelings. It’s like the rush of water when the gates are opened—thousands of Chinese sturgeons streaming into the Yellow River, into the Yangtze, rushing towards the sea!"

As Professor Zhao spoke, his hands couldn’t help but wave around, dancing to his unique inflection, prompting non-stop laughter from the students.

"My apprentices have all descended the mountain, stepping into the rivers and lakes, out of the school gates, where the sky and sea are vast. There are thousands and thousands of doors waiting for you. There are doors to office buildings, to universities; there are doors to factories, to government agencies, military camps; and even the nation’s border. Right, there’s also the prison’s big gate, always open."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Jiang Chen was no exception.

He subconsciously glanced to his left front.

Ai Qian, also in a bachelor’s robe like everyone else, was looking at the podium, listening intently. Although her face was not visible, she was presumably smiling too.

I still remember.

The first class after confirming our relationship was apparently Professor Zhao’s public lecture.

"Folks, the rivers and lakes are deep with deception, society is very dangerous, one must face it bravely. Of course, you’ll be very tired; when tired, you can lie flat and rest for a while, but you can’t stay flat forever. You might lie flat on the first day of the lunar month, but you won’t get away with it on the fifteenth. When you encounter those who lie flat, just walk around them. Society is complicated, but I hope you can keep it simple. Remember, being simple is not being naive. Unchanging in response to myriad changes is simplicity, to act or not to act is simplicity."

"For a long time, I’ve been pondering two questions at my own expense: one is the secret to a long life, and the other is, the secret to making a fortune... Oops, I accidentally let that slip. You certainly didn’t hear that."

The professor cautiously covered his mouth.

"Hahaha..."

Luo Gongzi put his funny finger to his lips and whistled.

"The one whistling, repeat a year."

The laughter grew even louder.

"The secret to a long life is to have a regular lifestyle, your own routine. The secret to success is perseverance. To succeed, you sometimes don’t need to be clever, being too clever might actually prevent success. In a perfunctory society, staying calm is the victory, being firm and steadfast is success. If you’re swept up in the frenzy, you’ll end up becoming froth."

Professor Zhao went completely off-script and didn’t espouse any obscure, esoteric philosophies, being incredibly straightforward and understandable.

"As the ancients said, a scholar is the precious utensil of a country. Whether you become intellectuals or business owners, I hope you never lose the inherent kindness you were born with; do not lose the purity hidden in your heart. Innocence can fend off greasiness. Kindness can ward off evil!"

The applause was unceasing.

"To establish a heart for heaven and earth, to establish a life for the people, to follow the great learning of the ancient sages, to open peace for all time. In summary, that means the spirit of exploration, the spirit of dedication, the spirit of mission, the spirit of responsibility. I just can’t stand those without responsibility. If you’re a man, you have to take responsibility; if you’re a tomboy, you also have to take responsibility! And if you’re a lady, you have your own kind of responsibility to uphold."

"Ah, teacher, I’m very girly..."

Professor Zhao waved his hand, "For that kind of person, I only have one thing to say. There, there, you don’t need to take responsibility. Go wipe your nose and play."

All burst into hearty laughter.

As the laughter subsided, Professor Zhao adjusted his tone, switching from a humorous and witty elder to someone who instantly became a profoundly respected scholar.

"Of course, I want to see all students succeed, but I know it’s not possible. Smooth sailing, after all, is only enjoyed by a very few lucky ones. In the future, beyond the school gates, you may encounter all sorts of trouble, some so serious that you feel you can’t make it through. But let me tell you something."

"Every soul has seen the script before reincarnation, only to forget it all at the moment of birth. Therefore, it’s not strange to have premonitions, and it’s not surprising to have foreshadows in life. When you meet difficulties in the future and feel you can’t stand it, you have to remember, you chose this script because there’s something in it you deemed worthwhile."

Professor Zhao left the podium and once again bowed deeply to the entire audience.

"Students, farewell."

Everyone stood up spontaneously and with enthusiastic applause paid their highest respects not just to this true professor, but also to all the mentors who had offered them guidance during their formative years.