don't call me singer

Chapter 258 Northwest History Conference

When Senior Brother Xiao Su cruelly threw a small mouse to the four big cats to play with, Xicheng University was decorating with lanterns and festoons, hanging up red banners, and traffic police guarded every intersection, directing and guiding vehicles in and out.

The "Northwest History Conference" has been going on for most of the day. Various universities, museums, and research institutes in the Northwest have sent representatives, and various big names in the domestic history circle have also appeared on the stage.

This can be said to be the largest historical event in the Northwest region in the past ten years, and it is also a rare event in the West City.

Every summer vacation is the peak period of various societies, because domestic professors have teaching tasks, and they have no time on weekdays. Only when they are on vacation can they hold meetings everywhere to gain a sense of presence.

Now that school is about to start, of course I have to hold back my energy and save up a big one.

The bigwigs from various parties were making reports in turn, and at this time a middle-aged man was making the report: "Archaeology in the western region has always had its own characteristics. A civilization often has great mobility, and wants to transfer these civilizations..."

Under the stage, everyone was whispering.

The eyes of the person making the report on the stage flickered slightly, feeling a little upset.

What do you mean?You don't want to hear it anymore, do you?Give me some face and listen to it, okay?
After calming down, we continued to report: "We have re-measured, coded and indexed all the existing cultural relics, and used big data..."

The whispering voices below became louder and louder, and even became a little noisy.

After finally finishing his report, the middle-aged man walked off the stage and asked blankly, "What's wrong?"

I know my report is not exciting, but your report just now is not exciting, don't I still applaud with professional ethics?
Everyone is boasting about each other in business, feel the atmosphere of mutual flattery, what about your professional ethics?Om?What about work ethic?
Want a bad review?

Then he heard a familiar professor say, "Xiaobai has come to the Northwest."

"Xiaobai came to the northwest?" The professor who made the report stared, "Didn't Mr. Zou say that Xiaobai didn't come?"

As he spoke, his eyes drifted to Elder Zou who was sitting in the front row and drinking tea calmly.

"I came here last night. I said I came to support education. Last night I sang a school song at Lanzhou University!"

"Really? I just came from Lanzhou University yesterday! Oh, I left half an hour early! I missed it!"

"Didn't you watch the news last night? You even sang "Yan Yan"..."

It's a pity that I couldn't hear Yanyan from the scene!
"Where is Xiaobai now? In the west city?"

"Teaching in Yamanaka County..."

"Supporting education? This kid is really...emmm..." He wanted to say that it was a waste of time, but he felt that it was not kind, so he endured it and still didn't say it.

"Yanzhong County? I've been there, it's only 30 kilometers away, call Xiaobai!"

Our history conference, if you don’t come to participate, what kind of teaching support are you doing there? Really, why don’t you think of yourself as a historical person?
"Call me? Are you going to call me?" The person who said this was immediately dismissed, "Is Xiaobai paying attention to you?"

Bai is an aunt with big waves on her head. When she mentioned Xiaobai, she immediately had a happy face: "My Xiaobai is still young, so of course he needs to play more. What's the use of coming to this kind of conference? It's a waste of life." , a waste of time, sitting here listening to your nonsense, I am so stupid to hear, if it is not for the beautiful scenery and the reimbursement of travel expenses, I will not come..."

Next to it, the heads of the Northwest Historical Association and Xicheng University, who were the organizers, looked pale.

Hey, don't say we're wasting our lives okay!
We are a serious conference, a conference with historical status, a conference that is pioneering and innovative, and it will certainly be a successful conference!

Why can't we invite Gu Xiaobai to our conference?
However, they really dare not say that. Xiaobai’s teacher, Mr. Zou, is sitting there. Although Mr. Zou is old, he hasn’t retired yet. Moreover, Mr. Zou has a great say in the ruins discovered by Dongyuan University. If they want to study it, they still have to look at Mr. Zou's face.

My precious disciple, when is it your turn to intervene?
But... invite Gu Xiaobai to come?

For example, please invite Gu Xiaobai to hold a special presentation on music history research?

I'll go, will it explode?
The person in charge and the organizer of several meetings are really excited at this time.

That's right, the scale of this conference is quite large, the level is quite high, and all levels attach great importance to it...

But when it comes to the influence on society, on the academic world, and on history, it is really... hard to say, do your best, do your best to obey the destiny...

Seeing such a high-level history conference, a message was posted on the official Weibo, and all the participating units desperately helped, with less than 200 retweets and hundreds of likes.

The reporters who came to interview did not add up to two hands, and the news about a dog biting a person did not get as much attention.

The big media got a bit of coverage, and the local area of ​​West City also had a long live TV broadcast, but the real waves caused were so small that they could be ignored.

In fact, this is also a normal phenomenon in the academic world. The news in the academic world cannot go out of the circle. The big shots in the academic world are all passers-by outside, and their popularity is almost zero.

Only some popular programs in XX lecture halls can become academic stars, but these so-called academic stars often have nothing to do.

After all, real academics are not played by ordinary people, and they cannot be played well.

But everyone is ambitious, who doesn't want to make their influence bigger?If you can have more influence, it will be easier to sell books, right?

The Northwest Historical Society has been preparing for such a conference for several years. Naturally, it does not hope that it will sink without even being able to turn over a wave, and that it will not even be able to sell a collection of papers...

Rather than...

Invite Xiaobai here?
A few people from the organizer came in front of Mr. Zou and euphemistically expressed their desire to take advantage of Gu Xiaobai's popularity.

Old Zou smiled calmly and said: "This kid is usually so busy, it's better to play with his friends more when he has the chance, so don't bother him..."

Kindly like a grandfather holding a grandson.

Bah, why didn't you say that when you squeezed your disciples and grandchildren and left them in the barren mountains to dig soil as coolies!

Don't other people's children need to play? !

But the organizers really didn't dare to turn their backs, so they could only lower their stance and persuade them for a long time.

"Then try it yourself and see if you can invite this kid here." Mr. Zou didn't intend to be a villain, so he waved his hand irresponsibly and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Nonsense, my teacher posted it upside down, okay?

Don't even think about lowering my favorability in Xiaobai's mind!
Several people looked at each other.

"How to do?"

Half an hour later, several cars drove out of Xida University and headed straight for Shanzhong County.

The teachers have already said it, so of course we are going to invite you to take a look.

If you can really invite me, I will print Xiaobai's ultra-high-definition photo on the cover of the thesis collection...

No, it's printed on the front cover, second cover, third cover, back cover, and the color pages in the middle, all printed!
Thinking of the grand occasion of universities and scholars scrambling to buy collections of essays (writing) and texts (true), the few people in the car laughed.

(End of this chapter)