"Dear friends who have come from afar, welcome to Kyoto University in this midwinter season. On behalf of the faculty and students of Kyoto University, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you..."
The male host beside her gave a speech full of emotion. Liu Ruying stood beside her, her face as sweet and bright as a peach blossom.
The carpet is bright red, the curtains are light, and Liu Ruying's long dress drags on the ground, like the swaying red spider lilies on the banks of the River Styx, with an amazing and mysterious temptation.
From her perspective, the seats in front were filled, and countless students raised their cell phones and aimed their cameras at her.
They would take photos of her, add captions like "Liu Ruying is so beautiful" or "The school beauty is so elegant", and post them on confession walls or Moments.
In fact, she could tell what the students were saying just by their mouth shapes.
"Wow, Liu Ruying's hairstyle today looks really ladylike, so pretty..."
"Is her dress custom-made or rented? It seems to suit her very well."
"No wonder rich people like her. If I were rich, I would choose her too. It would be prestigious to take her out..."
...Liu Ruying has become accustomed to standing in front of people and doesn't care about these discussions at all.
Since she entered junior high school, she has always been known as the class beauty and school beauty.
She was used to being the moon among the stars, enjoying the exclamations and praises, rather than being a small role sitting below and shouting.
She is already very familiar with hosting such occasions. She knows what to say even without holding any script in her hand. Now she holds a card in her hand purely to cooperate with the male host next to her and show her neat antithesis.
However, today she behaved a little unprofessionally.
Her eyes would glance sideways at a 45-degree angle every once in a while, and she would instinctively continue the words of the male host next to her, which was very different from the rhythm during rehearsal, and scared the male host so much that he broke out in a sweat.
She was waiting for Chen Ya and felt a little regretful.
Why didn’t I explain to Chen Ya more clearly what the significance of this salon was?
This is Chen Ya's first time attending such a large-scale event, which is equivalent to "appearing on stage."
If you are late for your "stage appearance", how can you make up for it later and restore the damage to your image?
She secretly looked at the people sitting in the main seats.
Jin Rubing, who was sitting at the easternmost end, had gray hair, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and a kind face.
No one dared to look down on this slightly fat old man with a slightly protruding belly, because he was the dean of the Faculty of Letters at Kyoto University.
He is not only the editor-in-chief of Chinese textbooks for all grades, but also the question setter for the national Chinese exam.
For young people, a word or two of advice or a casual compliment from such a person can benefit them for a long time.
Sitting next to him was the college's rising academic star, Fang Bai.
The youngest professor at Kyoto University, she has a neat appearance, good temperament, and is capable and energetic.
Although her research direction is more towards science and seems to have nothing to do with the theme of this cultural salon, as a young academic leader of Kyoto University, it is appropriate for her to come and take charge of the event.
One seat away from the two of them sat a younger man.
This man's hairstyle was fixed meticulously with styling spray, the hair on his temples was not messy at all, he was wearing a casual suit and looked very handsome.
All the female students present were secretly looking at this person.
His name is Wen Liming. He is not only a graduate of Peking University, but also the president of Qunlan Culture Company. At such a young age, he has a net worth of over 100 million yuan.
Although this achievement can only be considered average compared to Peking University students who are used to seeing big names from all walks of life, Liu Ruying knows that he has a more important identity - his mother is from the Gu family.
In other words, he is actually a member of the Gu family. Having him as a connection would be very helpful in establishing good relations with the Gu family.
There are hidden talents not only among the people on the stage, but also among the students below the stage.
Liu Ruying had planned a perfect way for Chen Ya to make his debut, but in the end, he was late!
He gave a speech absentmindedly, and when the opening ceremony was about to end, finally, there was a sound from the closed door.
A cute head poked out stealthily from the crack of the door.
She looked left and right, and when she realized that most of the people in the room were looking at her, her face suddenly turned red with embarrassment.
She slipped through the door, slipped in, and quickly sat down in an empty seat in the first row.
This is Lu Qianzi, who was late for more than ten minutes.
Chen Ya followed behind her, but did not look around like a thief. Instead, he strode in and paused when he stood in front of Lu Qianzi.
"Okay, then let's invite Teacher Jin to talk about the development of Chinese culture."
"Ruying, it's time for us to go down." The male host next to her turned off the microphone and urged in a low voice.
"……Oh well."
Liu Ruying lifted her skirt and slowly walked to the side, standing quietly there waiting for her turn.
At the same time, his eyes were fixed on Chen Ya.
Jin Rubing took the microphone, coughed lightly, and said with a smile:
"Actually, I'm a literary scholar. There's a world of difference between literature and culture, and I'm a complete novice when it comes to culture. There are many well-known professors and mentors in the academic world who study culture, such as Fei Liqing and Fu Zhengyin. They study traditional costumes and folk customs, which is what counts as culture. But I know that our topic this time is culture in a broad sense, so as a complete novice in this area, I'd like to take the liberty of talking about this indirectly. I hope you will be gentle with your criticism, as my old arms and legs can't handle it (laughter). So, I'd like to start with the recent hot word, 'cultural export'..."
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