Chapter 284: Harvard's Opening Ceremony

An ordinary Chevrolet sedan is driving on Route 2a to Harvard's campus. Inside, there are two people, one fat and one thin. The thin one is in a hurry and says to the fat one in a bad mood, 'Oh damn fat pig, I told you to get ready a long time ago, but you bastard just wanted to chat with that red-haired little bitch a little longer. If we miss it, I'll definitely kick you into the Charles River, I swear!'

The fat guy then unnecessarily spread his hands and said, 'Hey, skinny guy, I think your reaction is a bit too emotional. It's just the opening ceremony of Harvard University. We go every year to observe it, and every year it's the same thing. And now many people up there will send their own people to observe it on site, so it's rare that we need to explore anything.'

'God, I really want to kill you, fat pig. Is your pig brain full of strippers?'

The skinny guy said irritably, 'I'll tell you, this time the Harvard commencement ceremony will be different from the past, because from China, the red China that your grandmother always uses to scare you to sleep, more than 20 people have been sent to Harvard for further studies, and they were approved by the president. It is said that these red Chinese people are extremely arrogant, and they have already had a fight with Brooke when they arrived, the son of that grumpy congressman.'

'This can't be true, can it? How come I haven't heard anything about this big deal? Brighton didn't react either,' the fat guy exclaimed.

'Of course you haven't heard about it, because you're a guy with God knows what on your mind, and it seems that those red Chinese used some kind of trick, so Brook didn't make a big deal out of it,' said the skinny guy.

The fat guy suddenly understood: 'So that's it, in that case, that red China is indeed the kingdom where Satan lives, otherwise how could they do such a thing.'

The skinny guy slapped the fat guy on the head in dissatisfaction and said, 'Okay, fat pig, stop whining. That's why we must go to this commencement ceremony. I have a hunch it's going to be really interesting. If we miss this, our organisation can really be disbanded!'

In response to the skinny guy's words, the fat guy slammed on the gas pedal. The slow-moving Chevrolet suddenly sped up like it had been injected with adrenaline, heading for Harvard campus.

When they arrived at Harvard campus, it was the time for the new students to enter. As the bell of Memorial Church tolled, all the new students were welcomed by the older students as they entered and took their seats in the campus auditorium. After the students were seated, the dean of freshmen gave a welcome speech, followed by a prayer from the chaplain of Memorial Church.

As he watched the scene, Fatso gradually lost his curiosity: 'Look, it doesn't seem to be anything special, just like every other year.'

But Skinny, while holding his camera, shouted at him, 'Damn it, shut up and stand there properly, can't you see that President Lawrence is about to go on stage?'

While Skinny was shouting, a short, stocky man walked up to the podium. He was Lawrence, the president of the world-famous Harvard University. Skinny quickly gave him a close-up.

Lawrence walked onto the stage. He didn't rush to speak, but instead slightly organised his speech before saying, 'Hello, Class of 90, I am your President Lawrence. I am very happy to be able to gather with you all this afternoon to attend the Harvard University opening ceremony. It is very cold outside, but I am sweating here, and I believe this is all because of everyone's enthusiasm.'

'This year we have enrolled a total of 1,000 students, from all 50 states and 43 countries around the world. You come from different places, and your education, habits and ways of thinking are certainly different. But you have come here today and become part of Harvard University. I ask you to treat this place as your home, and your fellow students as your brothers and sisters.'

Lawrence said, 'The pastor said that we are all God's children and that we are all equal in God's eyes. I also want to say that on the Harvard campus, you are all equal, whether you came from a luxurious villa in Lexington or a slum in Zimbabwe, Africa. As long as you are standing here today under our shared Harvard sky, we are all equal.'

'I always say that there are no accidents at Harvard, only hard work. But today I need to tell you about an unexpected situation. This year, among all our lovely new students, there are 26 more students from red China!'

A stone stirs up a thousand ripples. When Lawrence said this, there was an instant uproar. Everyone whispered to each other. Although some of the students already knew the news, hearing it from the president's mouth was still inevitably surprising.

'Oh my god! How could this happen? In the past, Harvard has always had a quota for accepting foreign students, hasn't it? Even if it didn't, Harvard has never accepted so many students from one country at once, except for research. If they were from the Commonwealth, that would be fine, but these Chinese people, what makes them qualified to come in so many at once? There must be a conspiracy here. Just now, President Lawrence also said something about equality for all, but that was a lie!'

The students below were all expressing their dissatisfaction, some even pointed their fingers at Zhou Ming and the others.

President Lawrence stood on the podium unruffled, just letting the students below continue to shout so passionately, and it was only after a while that he raised his hand to indicate silence.

The students below were naturally dissatisfied with the news, but the president was still the president after all, and he had been the president of Harvard for nearly 30 years. His authority was unquestionable, so the dissatisfaction of these students quickly subsided.

Lawrence was very satisfied with the effect. He continued, 'This situation must have been a bit special, but please believe that these Chinese students are all very good and meet the school's admission requirements. So next, we would like to invite the representative of Chinese international students to come to the stage. As the representative of the new students at Harvard University's commencement ceremony, please say a few words.

As Lawrence finished speaking, applause broke out. Amidst the applause, the fat guy, who had been paying close attention to the commencement ceremony, excitedly clapped his hands and said, 'This is great! Lawrence the old guy clearly did it on purpose. Now those Chinese people are the bison running at the front, and there's no turning back.'

The skinny guy nodded and said, 'That's true. Anyone who can get into Harvard is an elite. Now Lawrence has singled out the red Chinese by name, which is clearly intended to make people oppose him. It seems that these red Chinese do have some insider information to get into Harvard, otherwise, with Lawrence's usual deadpan face, why would he play such a smartass today?'

'The fact that those stupid Chinese people can come to Harvard is in itself a very unscientific thing. That place is a closed and barbaric country. It's hard to say whether they can tell the difference between one and two, and they still want to go to Harvard?'

The fat guy said this and laughed unrestrainedly, but the skinny guy frowned. The camera in his hand subconsciously aimed at the area in the crowd where the 26 Chinese exchange students were, because he had a strong feeling that these Chinese exchange students would give something different and surprising.

'Teacher, how could this happen? We asked the student council before, and they said the freshman representative was an American. Why did they suddenly pick our names? We weren't prepared at all!'

Chen Shu said with great concern. The other students in the finance class also looked like they had no idea what to do. Only Zhou Ming remained calm. Zhou Ming said to everyone, 'Actually, it doesn't matter who it is. And don't you think that President Lawrence is giving us this opportunity, but rather it's our opportunity? Look around you, everyone is looking down on us, and they all think that our arrival is an insult to them. If we don't take this opportunity to speak as representatives of the new students, then we will always be outsiders.'

Zhou Ming's words ended with a rhetorical question: 'Have you forgotten the class meeting I gave you a week ago?'

In the face of Zhou Ming's question, all the students in the finance class fell silent. The reason was simple: every word and sentence that Zhou Ming had spoken in that class meeting had been deeply etched in everyone's hearts.

Then Zhou Ming's tone softened as he continued, 'Classmates, our motherland is very poor and backward. As Chinese people, we will also be bullied abroad. I believe you have all seen what happened before. Anyone can jump out and abuse and beat us at will. The American police will only help them and not us.'

'So now we have come to Harvard. We have come here to study, isn't it to revitalise our motherland, so that our compatriots can hold their heads high in the future and will not be bullied in any way? So now, just because we are asked to go on stage as representatives of the new students, do we have to back down? In that case, how can we change ourselves and change our motherland? Our change must start today, and we still have a lot of work to do!' Zhou Ming said.

The students in the finance class were all elites selected from across the country, and naturally they understood the reasoning behind what Zhou Ming had said. But while they understood it in their hearts, whether they could accept it was another matter.

'Don't worry, since President Lawrence has given us this opportunity, then I will seize it. This time, the freshman representative at Harvard will be me.'

Zhou Ming left these words and then strode towards the podium.

Zhou Ming's standing up attracted the attention of everyone, but since everyone was watching Zhou Ming, almost no one noticed that behind Zhou Ming, the Finance class students, who were originally at a loss and at a loss, suddenly became determined after Zhou Ming's words, as if they had suddenly made up their minds.

As the focus of the entire audience, Zhou Ming naturally also attracted the attention of the skinny guy. He paused for a moment when he saw Zhou Ming, and then muttered, 'No way, it's this guy. He seems to be called Zhou Ming. He's a very impressive person.'

Hearing the skinny guy's voice, the fat guy curiously turned his head and said, "What Zhou Ming, what a very impressive person? I said, don't you always talk to yourself over there, China Wang Jian."