The world of film and television begins with university lecturers

Jiang Nansun walked with composure amidst the crowd, appearing exceptionally elegant and gentle in the bustling flow of people.

When I entered the No. 3 lecture hall, I found that most of the seats in the front row were already occupied by students who had arrived earlier.

Helpless, she could only quietly walk to the third row of empty seats by the window and sit down. But as soon as she took out her phone, a message from her best friend Zhu Suosuo popped up again.

Suo Suo: "Nan Sun, where did you go? Why aren't you answering? Are you angry?"

"Zhang Anren stood you up. I'll teach him a lesson when we meet later. Don't keep sulking by yourself, okay?"

"Nan Sun, are you still in class? How about I take you out for a nice meal tonight to help you relax?"

Seeing her best friend's concern, Jiang Nansun lightly touched the screen and quickly replied, "SuoSuo, you're the best! Really, don't worry, I'm not angry anymore."

"I didn't reply to you earlier because I overheard a really interesting lesson, and now I'm waiting for the next one."

"I'm not angry anymore. We'll talk about dinner after class and see how Zhang Anren is doing."

After sending the message and putting down her phone, she quietly turned her gaze toward the podium, her heart filled with curiosity.

In her memory, military theory classes were always boring. The textbooks were filled with ancient battle examples and rigid theories.

In the past, when she attended this class, she would either be looking down at her book or resting with her eyes closed, and she never listened attentively.

At this moment, I couldn't help but secretly look forward to seeing how Han Tao would explain the course in a way that would break the stereotype of it being dull.

Meanwhile, in the Academic Affairs Office of the Administration Building, Director Wang gently held a white porcelain thermos cup between his fingertips, and the warm tea steamed with a faint white mist.

He casually glanced out the window at the playground, having already made up his mind that Han Tao's two open classes in the afternoon would remain unchanged, and immediately issued a notice of job transfer.

Since he himself is not up to par, I can only transfer him away from his teaching position and assign him to the logistics department to do some miscellaneous tasks.

But just as he was leisurely sipping his tea, his phone started vibrating repeatedly. The screen was filled with pop-up notifications from the school forum, with colleagues and teachers sending links to class videos and trending posts.

Director Wang's wrist, which was holding the cup, suddenly froze, and the tea in the cup almost spilled. His previously calm and confident expression instantly froze on his face.

Suppressing his surprise, he clicked on the online recording of the lecture. Han Tao's calm, clear, and well-organized voice came through the receiver.

Scrolling down into the comments section, tens of thousands of messages were filled with praise and admiration; not a single word of criticism or complaint could be found.

Director Wang frowned deeply. He repeatedly dragged the progress bar, watching the video again and again. The young teacher in the video had an upright posture, spoke fluently, and every explanation was thorough and powerful.

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As for Han Tao, he went back to his office to prepare lessons after the last class and hadn't even had time to check his phone, so he was unaware that he had suddenly become famous.

Suddenly, a system notification sounded in his mind: "Ding! Your lecture videos have been widely disseminated across the internet. Many netizens outside the university have been inspired by the course's viewpoints, challenging their existing understanding. An additional 140 points of recognition have been awarded!"

"Ding! The host currently has a total of 240 recognition points. Please keep up the good work and steadily complete the second military theory class task."

After processing the information from the system, Han Tao walked with increasing ease towards the lecture hall.

This class used to be sparsely attended, with most seats empty year-round, and its truancy rate consistently ranked first in the entire school. As a result, the classroom was often sparsely populated, and skipping class to slack off was an unspoken norm.

But today, the scene was completely different. The corridors of the teaching building were bustling with people, and students from various departments hurried to the lecture halls.

These students, who came in twos and threes, kept bringing up the insightful career planning class from the previous session.

  

Soon, the large lecture hall, which could accommodate 220 people, was completely full. The aisles at the back and both sides of the podium, wherever there was room to stand, were crowded with students who had come to audit the class.

Not only were all the first- and second-year students from this major present, but also many senior students and even students from other departments made a special trip through several teaching buildings to attend the class.

The classroom was bustling with activity, filled with a palpable sense of anticipation. Many students had already set up their phones, pointing the cameras at the podium.

They were convinced that, having experienced the shock of the previous lesson, this military theory class would never be another perfunctory "easy" one.

The bell rang loudly, signaling the start of class. The classroom, which had been noisy just moments before, fell completely silent.

With a creak, hundreds of eyes turned to the classroom door. Han Tao was wearing a clean and neatly washed dark jacket. Although the fabric had slight wear marks, it did not look sloppy at all, but rather exuded a refined simplicity.

His slightly somber attire accentuated his slender posture and straight back. His calm and composed demeanor exuded an aura that blended scholarly refinement with unyielding integrity.

Just like the previous class, he came in empty-handed, without any heavy textbooks or remote control for the projector.

After standing still, Han Tao calmly swept his gaze across the huge, packed lecture hall, a knowing smile flashing in his eyes.

He already knew from the system notification that his previous class, in which he broke away from the rigid teaching methods and spoke frankly about the chaos in the industry, had been uploaded to the internet by several students, which made him unexpectedly popular and attracted many students from the whole school to audit his class.

The biggest change is actually the students' attitude. In the past, most students were drowsy in military theory classes, and many were engrossed in their phones, making the classroom atmosphere dull.

Now, everyone sits upright, backs straight, eyes shining brightly as they focus on the podium, their gazes filled with eager anticipation and heartfelt conviction.

Even several teaching assistants and lecturers who had just stayed on at the school this year were sitting quietly in the audience watching.

In just one short break between classes, Han Tao completely shed his old label as a "teacher of easy lessons" and achieved a brand new image in the minds of hundreds of students.

"Thank you all for your recognition. I didn't expect everyone to be so enthusiastic about the class today." Han Tao smiled broadly, his voice deep and clear, carrying through the loudspeaker to every corner of the classroom.

"I glanced around and almost all the students from the last class are here, along with quite a few new faces who came because of our reputation. In that case, let's start with a brief self-introduction. My surname is Han, and my given name is Tao."

After saying that, he picked up a white chalk, lightly touched the blackboard with his fingertips, and wrote the two characters "Han Tao" with vigorous strokes: "It doesn't matter if you can't remember my full name, but please remember my surname."

Because my surname isn't "Shui" (water), and I'm not called "Teacher Shui." From now on, whether in or out of class, my surname will only be Han.

Hahaha... A self-deprecating yet resounding opening line instantly ignited the entire audience, eliciting a burst of good-natured laughter from below, and the subtle sense of unfamiliarity and tension from before dissipated.

Upon hearing this, many freshmen who had rushed to audit the class at the last minute turned to ask what was going on. They then learned that the entire school had previously regarded this course as an easy "easy" course for getting credits, and even jokingly referred to the instructor as "easy teacher".

Looking at Han Tao, who spoke with composure and exuded confidence, she couldn't help but show surprise, her curiosity piqued.

Han Tao raised his hand and gently pressed down, and the commotion gradually subsided. He put away his smile and his expression turned pragmatic and earnest: "The joke is over, everyone should wake up now."

Some of the students present in the last class had heard it in person, while others learned about it through videos taken by a few classmates.

We've broken free from the constraints of textbooks, unveiled certain superficial aspects of the postgraduate entrance exam and employment circles, and helped many students dispel the fog surrounding their future career choices.

He paused slightly, his tone becoming increasingly firm: "Today's military theory class will still not be a rote recitation of the textbook, nor will we pile up dry legal provisions, nor will we force everyone to memorize scattered test points."

We will set aside heavy textbooks, focus on the international situation, closely examine our national conditions, and speak only the truth and the facts.

These few words, like pebbles thrown into a calm lake, stirred up subtle ripples among the students.

The students, who had been sitting relaxed, straightened their backs, gripped their pens tightly, held their breath, and eagerly awaited the unfolding of the "hard-earned" material.