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Chapter 268 It turns out that academic conferences can also be searched

After Gu Xiaobai's performance, the scene was a little bit down. Until the end of the show, Gu Xiaobai came on stage again as the finale. This time, he brought "Zhu".

Gu Xiaobai was beating two drums on the stage, together with the musicians of the folk orchestra, driving the audience.

When the beat of "Fengfeng-da, Fengfeng-da" sounded, the scene turned high directly.

Can you imagine that a group of historians who put on airs every day and participate in various serious academic conferences, shaking their heads and shoulders like young people, danced into a ball of madness in the audience?

When the photos of these old, middle-aged, and young professors of history were sent back to his school, his students felt that they were finished.

It's over, it's over, my teacher is already a master of square dancing!
Chi Zhenqun, chairman of the Northwest Historical Society and president of Xicheng University, is also one of the square dancers at the moment.

He is almost 60 years old this year, and he has participated in [-] or [-] academic conferences, but he has never seen a conference that can be so high.

Is this still an academic conference?

He was very puzzled, Xiaobai was obviously playing the drums, but why did he have such a strong sense of rhythm? Do these two hands have magical powers?
Moreover, when will restored music and lost art be so closely connected with modern people and have such a strong appeal?
For a long time, our art restoration has always been "applause but not popular", holding airs, carrying elegance, and never being willing to put ourselves down?
I am not willing to put myself down because I dare not compete with various modern artists. I am not willing to put myself down because I am worried that once I let go, I will no longer have the "elegant" label and high status in the past , lost the last fig leaf.

Being seen through the reality that it's "just that".

Lost the last bit of advantage of "respecting ancient times" and "traditional culture", and was thrown hard into the quagmire.

But now, he sees art that really has life.

This is a seed from ancient times, but it has been implanted in modern soil, absorbing new nutrients, growing vigorously and overwhelmingly beautiful.

And the one who planted this seed with his own hands is just a child, which is really remarkable.

When he got up just now, he jumped out of the breakdance that he practiced so hard to catch up with his wife three or 40 years ago. His suit pants almost turned into bell-bottom pants, and his big back almost turned into an afro. The whole person seemed to be 30 years younger. age.

Before that, although he had known Gu Xiaobai for a long time, he still had some disdain in his heart.I think Gu Xiaobai is just "children like it", "a kid", "just a bit famous", "it's all online bragging", "I wouldn't come if it wasn't for the popularity", but I really feel Gu Xiaobai After the scene, it almost exploded on the spot.

Whoops, my blood pressure!my heart!My heart stent, my pacemaker!
This is the case when Gu Xiaobai did not soar, otherwise he might die in battle.

After calming down for a long time, he squeezed to the backstage and saw that Gu Xiaobai was surrounded by countless people.

"Student Xiaobai, you must come to our school to perform!"

"Our school sweeps the couch to welcome you!"

"Our cafeteria master, that's a real master, keeping it so you don't want to leave..."

"Le Bu Si Shu seems to be a derogatory term, lingering and forgetting to return! lingering and forgetting to return..."

When the Northwest Historical Society invited him to be the "chairman", Chi Zhenqun still didn't want to be the "chairman". After all, this kind of "learning" work is troublesome, with little actual results, and complicated, and he has to worry about a lot of trivial matters all day long. , can only be regarded as a kind of "jianghu status".

But now he realizes the benefits of the chairman of the society.

Holding his airs, he coughed a few times behind the crowd, and the crowd moved away automatically.

"The chairman is here!"

"Principal Chi!"

Chi Zhenqun gave a serious hum to the crowd, showing full airs of the chairman of the board, then turned his face, saw Gu Xiaobai, immediately stretched his voice, and stretched out his hands, as if the folks behind the enemy had finally seen the Red Army Same, straight out.

"Xiao-bai-student-student~~~~~~"

Finally, two vibratos came out.

If it is not the report performance of the Historical Society, but the performance of the Red Song Club, the square dancing aunts must be waving the red scarves.

After holding Gu Xiaobai's hand, the cameras in the hands of several staff behind him "clicked and clicked", and the cameras kept recording.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh." Beside, Gu Xiaobai's teacher Zou Lao coughed unhappily, you old man, why are you holding on to my apprentice's hand?Look at your rough hands, old pumpkin, and ugly face!
Get away from my Xiaobai!

"Student Xiaobai, this performance is really too successful. As the chairman of the Northwest Historical Society and the president of Xicheng University, I invite you to come to our school to perform again!" Chi Zhenqun ignored him, still holding his hands Xiaobai's hand kept shaking.

Next to him, a group of people who had already started lobbying and inviting Gu Xiaobai murmured in their hearts.

"Excessive!"

"Jumper!"

"no quality!"

"Go, go, go, die, die, don't snatch our Xiaobai!"

Of course, I could only slander in my heart, with professional smiles on all of my faces.

I didn't know who would flatter me, so I clapped my hands, and the applause continued.

After talking about Gu Xiaobai for a long time, Chi Zhenqun returned to Northwest University by car.

After all, he was getting old, and after jumping around for a long time just now, he squinted up in the car, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

But every time he wanted to fall asleep, he heard the assistant laughing in the front co-pilot.

After several times, he opened his eyes wonderingly: "Xiao Zhang, what are you laughing at?"

"Principal, the Weibo we posted just now has more than ten thousand retweets!"

"real or fake?"

"Really, there are tens of thousands of comments, alas, I can't read it, I can't read it..."

I'll go, didn't you post Weibo before, didn't you add up to 200 retweets?

But where does this go?
When he was about to arrive at the school, he was just about to fall asleep in a daze, when he heard Xiao Zhang yelling again: "Principal, principal, principal, the number of retweets exceeded [-]!"

This amount of forwarding is almost as high as the total amount of forwarding on their official Weibo.

In the early morning of the next day, as soon as Chi Zhenqun arrived at the office, Xiao Zhang rushed over with his mobile phone: "Principal, principal, look... we are on the hot search!"

"On the hot search?" Chi Zhenqun first gave a thump in his heart, "Did something happen?"

In this era of eyeball economy, hot searches have long been dominated by various traffic, and if you don’t make scandals or do things that provoke public outrage, how can you be on hot searches?

"No, no, it's our Historical Society! It's a hot search on our Northwest Historical Society!"

Chi Zhenqun put on his presbyopic glasses and looked over, and saw #北西史志学会#, #另一个白马来闻#, #谷小白《骑马谈》#, #谷小白神级重送# and other topics. It exploded on the local topic list and skyrocketed all the way.

"So... academic conferences are really trending..." Chi Zhenqun murmured.

(End of this chapter)