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Chapter 246-0243 [The Graduation Ceremony of President Guo and President Ao]

This summer vacation, Jiang Jun went on a trip to Shandong Province, where his girlfriend's hometown is located.

My roommate, Li Heng, returned to Central China Province.

Another roommate, Tong Zhihong, was from Lingnan, which was too far away. He was too lazy to go back, so he simply went to intern at Game Science.

Serving tea and water, doing odd jobs, and incidentally learning how to make games.

"President Chen, take me with you!" Tong Zhihong shouted, chasing after Chen Guiliang.

It's barely understandable for an intern to commute in the company CEO's car. The problem is, the CEO rides a bicycle.

This bizarre phenomenon has been going on for several days now.

Chen Guiliang said, "I'm not going to the company today. You can walk there yourself."

"Oh." Tong Zhihong stopped in his tracks.

Today is Peking University's graduation ceremony and degree conferral ceremony. Science and engineering students will be in the morning, and humanities students in the afternoon.

Ao Yanzhen and Guo Feng both invited Chen Guiliang to attend.

As Chen Guiliang rode his bike there, he saw many graduates in their graduation gowns. They were taking photos in small groups, some even with their parents.

A very small number of parents, not minding the hassle, flew directly to attend their child's graduation ceremony.

The most people were taking photos outside the Centennial Hall, but as they were taking pictures, time was running out, so they rushed inside.

"Look, that person's graduation gown is different. It's ancient costume!" a parent exclaimed.

The term "Hanfu" is clearly not widely used yet; parents simply refer to it as "ancient costume."

But then Guo Feng swaggered in, his Chinese academic gown drawing everyone's attention.

Guo Feng's goddess-like senior sister is a graduate student and is also accompanying him to the graduation ceremony today.

The senior sister looked somewhat helpless, because Guo Fengzi was being too flamboyant at the moment. He wasn't ashamed at being surrounded by people; instead, he smiled and waved at everyone.

"Hey, where did you rent this graduation gown?" Immediately, students and parents gathered around.

Guo Feng said proudly, "We had it custom-made by a master craftsman. This is called a Chinese academic gown, which combines elements of Hanfu and Western academic gowns."

"Jingle Bell……"

Chen Guiliang rode over, ringing his bicycle bell, and joked, "You can hug a sign. The sign says, 10 yuan for a photo."

"roll!"

Guo Feng cursed.

"Hahaha." Chen Guiliang laughed to himself.

Some students and parents actually came over to take photos with Guo Feng, mainly because it's such a rare sight to see him.

Three years ago, in winter, a power worker from Central China went out on the street wearing Hanfu that he had sewn himself.

It would be normal ten years later, but at the time it caused a sensation. Not only did domestic media compete to report on it, but it even made it into Singapore's Lianhe Zaobao.

This is the "Hanfu on the street" incident.

Now, two and a half years later, although wearing Hanfu on the street no longer causes a sensation, it still attracts attention wherever it goes.

Contrary to popular belief that most people who wear Hanfu are women, in the early years of the Hanfu revival movement, the majority of participants were men.

Moreover, they are generating electricity for love with a sense of mission.

Chen Guiliang took out his phone to take a picture, logged into the WAP overseas website, and posted the photo on Weibo with the caption: "Guo, the CEO of ByteDance, officially graduated from his undergraduate program today. Does he look good in his Chinese graduation gown?"

At this time, there were about 2 users who had opened mobile Weibo accounts, forming a small circle where they followed each other closely (except for some celebrities).

After Chen Guiliang posted this Weibo post, many users received text messages and MMS messages.

Since they couldn't forward the content directly from their phones, they copied the text and images to their Weibo accounts and posted them. They also sent text messages and MMS messages directly to their real-life friends.

The main reason is that I find this very unusual. It's the first time I've ever seen a Chinese-style academic gown, especially one worn by the co-founder of ByteDance.

Sometimes, even when faced with mundane matters, they like to go to the trouble of "forwarding" them.

For example, if a celebrity posts a Weibo update while walking their dog, users who receive the message will also spread it around. They think it's a way to show off and get inside information about the celebrity's life.

In their own words, they are "distinguished mobile Weibo users"!
Incidentally, Twitter also appeared in the United States at this time, with functions very similar to those on Chen Guiliang's end.

And because it wasn't profitable, the guy who proposed the Twitter model has already been fired by his boss.

After being fired, he simply started his own Twitter account and is currently looking for investors all over the world.

"The ceremony is about to start, let's take photos this afternoon!" a student shouted.

People began to flood into the century-old lecture hall.

Today's host is the Executive Vice President, and we have also invited two academicians to attend.

The Party Secretary and the Principal each delivered a speech.

Next came choral singing, recitation, dance, and a documentary screening, all of which were introduced this year.

There are even talk shows, much like "Art Life," inviting students, parents, teachers, and alumni representatives onto the stage. They say goodbye to the past, discuss the present, and look to the future.

Chen Guiliang suddenly thought of Baiyun Heitu's yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

The Party Secretary read out the list of outstanding graduates on the spot, which included more than 300 undergraduates and more than 300 graduate students.

Guo Feng was also an outstanding graduate, and even gave a speech on behalf of the award-winning students.

"Hahahaha!"

Guo Feng hadn't even gone on stage yet; he was only halfway there when the audience burst into laughter.

Because his clothes were different.

"Distinguished leaders, fellow students, parents, and alumni: With great excitement, I deliver this speech on behalf of our outstanding graduates..."

Guo Feng spoke for two paragraphs in a serious tone. Hearing the murmurs from the audience, he tugged at his clothes and said, "I know this outfit looks great, but you don't need to discuss it for so long."

"Hahaha!"

Another burst of laughter followed, quickly silencing the crowd. Guo Feng continued, “Life is truly amazing. I was a student in the Yuanpei Class, randomly selecting a whole bunch of courses. I’ve studied humanities, sciences, engineering, and even arts. At first, I wanted to major in architecture, but then I haphazardly chose biology, and only switched to computer science in my junior year…”

Peking University students weren't surprised; they were already used to it.

The students and parents present were completely bewildered. Could they really enroll in courses like this? Could they really change their majors so easily?

"Is this person someone with connections?" a parent asked their child.

The student explained, "That's how the Yuanpei Class is. You can study whatever you want, and you can change your major as you please."

Guo Feng said, "At the time, I didn't know what I wanted to do in the future. Until the first semester of my junior year, I met a roommate. He had just entered the university as a freshman and asked me to start a company with him. I agreed out of boredom, and then I found that my life had changed from then on..."

Another parent asked, "What kind of company does he own?"

The student said, "ByteDance. His roommate is now worth 12 billion. He himself is worth 1 million."

"How much?" The parent's eyes widened, thinking they had misheard.

The student sighed, "Sigh. One is 12 billion, the other is 1 million. But these are both valuations based on shareholding, so it won't be easy to cash them out."

The parents immediately inquired about the details.

Guo Feng's speech gradually turned into a motivational, inspirational segment.

But he's a successful person, and people are willing to listen to his motivational speeches.

At the end of the ceremony, the leaders took photos with graduates from different departments one by one.

Then, they proceeded to the "Degree Gate" in batches, organized by department.

This thing was a temporary structure, with the full name of Peking University on the lintel. Graduates went over one by one, and their advisors "removed the tassels" from their graduation caps.

Chen Guiliang was too lazy to wait, so he left and went back to his dormitory.

In the afternoon, he went to attend Ao Yanzhen's graduation ceremony.

Ao Yanchen also wore a set of Chinese-style academic gowns, but with Guo Feng's appearance in the morning, the sensation caused by Ao Yanchen was not as great.

That evening, Chen Guiliang had dinner with the two of them.

"Ah, I've finally graduated!" Ao Yanchen exclaimed, unusually with a daughter's voice, waving her little fists incessantly.

Chen Guiliang laughed and said, "Senior sister, your tone and actions are a bit affected. The tomboy image suits you better."

"cut!"

Ao Yanchen spat.

"Let's drink and eat meat!"

Guo Feng picked up a lamb skewer: "This is the last day I'm indulging myself as a student outside the South Gate."

Ao Yanchen reminded him, "You're not a student anymore."

"There are still a few hours left in the day," Guo Feng said.

Ao Yanzhen retorted, "But you were no longer a student this morning; I said goodbye to my student status this afternoon."

Guo Feng fell silent.

Chen Guiliang asked, "Old Guo, why don't you invite your girlfriend over for dinner?"

Guo Feng corrected, "That's my senior sister, and also a friend. But we haven't officially started dating yet."

"What? You two went to the movies together last Christmas?" Chen Guiliang said in disbelief.

Guo Feng asked in surprise, "How did you know?"

Chen Guiliang said, "I was sitting nearby at the time, watching you buy the half-price student ticket."

Guo Feng explained, "I didn't formally confess my feelings, and she didn't mention it either. We just occasionally ate together, and went shopping and to the movies on holidays. That doesn't count as a formal relationship, right?"

Ao Yanchen rubbed his forehead, not wanting to talk to this deity.

Chen Guiliang asked curiously, "Did you kiss?"

Guo Feng shook his head.

"Hugging?" Chen Guiliang pressed.

Guo Feng shook his head again.

Chen Guiliang didn't want to say anything more: "You guys are pretty awesome."

Guo Feng said, "I think this is great. Every time we eat or go shopping together, we have endless topics to talk about. I used to not know how to talk to my senior sister. This is already a huge improvement."

Ao Yanchen couldn't help but exclaim, "I've never heard of such a thing. You should just eat your barbecue; I don't want to talk about this kind of topic with you."

Chen Guiliang raised his glass: "Come on, let's celebrate your successful graduation. From now on, you're all adults in society!"

"cheers!"

A full cup.

Chen Guiliang shouted to the barbecue stall owner, "Boss, give these two gangsters twenty skewers of kidney each."

"Okay!" the stall owner replied loudly.

That night, both of them got drunk.

Chen Guiliang couldn't help it all by himself, so he called Yang Shuo to come and help.

Ao Yanzhen could barely stand, but she was still somewhat conscious. Supported by Chen Guiliang, she walked through the campus, gazing sadly at the night: "This place... no longer belongs to me."

Chen Guiliang complained: "Stand still and walk properly, I didn't realize you were so heavy."

Guo Feng suddenly roared, "I am the king of the world!"

From somewhere in the distance, or from who knows where, came the shout: "Jump! Jump!"

Chen Guiliang said, "They're all crazy. They're still using such old jokes."

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(There was a mistake before; Dong Qianqiu graduated last year.)
(End of this chapter)