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"Jiao Shou, you've finally arrived!"

A large-scale gathering is currently taking place in the main square of Origami University.

On stage, the current president of the Praise the Sun Club is promoting the club's philosophy to the many students below.

Apart from a small number of students who had witnessed the sun's magic and were silently supporting it from below, most of the other students were just there to watch the spectacle.

Many others came here after hearing that joining the club could earn them extra credits, and they immediately called their friends and family to join them.

At this moment, the banana fans surrounded the sleeping banana monkey. Around him, even more students holding various support props surrounded the area.

Their presence was far more powerful than those praising the sun on stage.

"Banana Master, I just contacted the Dream Builder and the Wealth Builder, but there has been no response. Could it be that someone from the family has called?"

The only remaining Tyrannosaurus Rex-shaped musician bowed his head and reported to the musician.

"Hmph, dare to attack us? Pinocone is truly unreasonable. Aren't they afraid of attracting the Doctor's attention? Forget it, let's deal with what's going on here."

"Report to Professor Banana: This is a forbidden society that promotes praise of the sun, violating our Banana Studies syllabus."

We have already sent disciplinary officers and assistants to issue warnings, but they have repeatedly ignored the warnings and continued their gathering.

"Hmph, not even afraid of bananas, this is no ordinary student. We have to strike hard!"

As he spoke, Jiao Shou led the monkeys forward toward the stage.

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Chapter 302 All Like the Proud Sun

Upon seeing Jiao Shou leading a group of people in a menacing manner, the students surrounding them quickly parted to form a human wall.

This is the acting president of Origami University. The teachers and assistants under his command have jointly built the school's authority.

For most students, authority is unquestionable.

"Hey everyone, what are you all doing gathered here? I've come to join in the fun."

Jiao Shou's voice echoed all around, momentarily drowning out all other sounds.

It walked to the front of the stage, looked up at the young man on the stage, and asked a question with a slight movement of its lips.

"Child, you're standing so high, you must be spouting some profound theories. Let me hear them too!"

"What profound theories? He's promoting a cult, saying that praising the sun is the only way to achieve spiritual purity and escape desires and noise. Utter nonsense!"

The audience cheered him on.

“That’s right, he also said all sorts of bad things about Sleeping Banana Monkey. My little monkey is the cutest, how could he say such a thing!”

Many female students holding up signs supporting the sleeping banana monkey spoke out indignantly; this was spontaneous.

"No, no, no, children."

Jiao Shou chuckled softly and turned around.

"Origami University is free! Every thought has the right to express itself, and every word has the right to be spoken."

Just as any banana seedling has the potential to bear fruit, everyone has the right to receive equal opportunities for growth and development. I welcome everyone to express themselves!

Jiao's remarks immediately drew praise from many students.

That's right, their Origami University is all about freedom. Freedom of speech, freedom of expression, freedom of choice. The Sleeping Banana Monkey is their own choice, their free self!

"I...."

The young man on stage was about to speak when he was interrupted by Jiao Shou.

"Therefore, in this hallowed hall of thought and wisdom at Origami University, we need a debate. Let the students—the masters of this school—judge which culture is more popular. It's fair and just, what do you all say?"

"it is good!"

"The banana is a wise gift!"

The enthusiastic support rose to a crescendo, while those who felt the comparison was unfair were instantly drowned out.

"In that case, let's have this student on stage and myself serve as the debaters for both sides."

Jiao Shou walked leisurely onto the stage.

"The Sleeping Banana Monkey, as the most popular culture in Origami University today, naturally represents the students' own wishes."

These little guys from the banana-sleeping time, they are leisurely and carefree all day long, eating bananas and living freely. Doesn't that represent your attitude towards life?

Arriving in Pinocchio, facing this noisy dream, we don't care about the heavy workload of the future or the complicated studies of today. We just need to enjoy the present and pursue happiness now.

In this way, everyone can better discover their own strengths and develop their interests, instead of suffering from the huge gap between their ideals and reality. This is what I wanted to share with everyone at Origami University.”

Jiao Shou spoke in a gentle and soothing tone, just like a true teacher imparting knowledge, teaching skills, and resolving doubts.

The students below were immediately moved; this new acting principal truly understood them.

For students, their primary task is, of course, to have fun!

Behind them, the female students, forming the Sleeping Banana Monkey Support Group, spontaneously began humming the Sleeping Banana Song. The song spread and soon affected every student.

"Banana, banana, banana, banana. Banana, banana."

Looking at the scene below the stage, a satisfied look flashed behind the round glasses of the banana.

"This is such a great opportunity! So many students, such a great collective communication effect. I really should thank you, student."

Banana smiled and looked at the president of the Sun Praise Society standing to the side.

At this moment, the young man was covered in cold sweat, watching the crazy scene below with extreme tension.

He discovered that, amidst this collective fervor, even his classmates who had initially followed his praise of the sun were now involuntarily humming the "Sleeping Banana Song."

"Students, students!"

The young man took the microphone and spoke in a hoarse voice, trying to drown out the voices below.

Unfortunately, the students in the audience were all engrossed in singing the "Sleeping Banana Song." His voice was like background noise, a disruptive din that disturbed everyone's happiness.

"Students, haven't you ever wondered why our Origami University is held during the hour of the sun?"

The young man struggled to speak through the noise:

"That's not just because this is a place where wisdom and ideas converge."

It is because of us, us college students, that we are like the rising sun!

As the sound faded, the song of sleeping bananas continued to play, but it seemed to have weakened.

Banana, standing to the side, looked at the young man with interest in his eyes:

"What an interesting experiment! Let me think if there are any new topics that would suit him?"

The young man continued:

We are the sun because we are energetic. We are the sun because we are powerful. We are the sun because we have a future.

The Sleeping Banana Monkey may have been a hit for a time, but it absolutely cannot represent us!

His voice grew louder and louder, even momentarily drowning out the rest of the audience.

Seeing that the time was ripe, a gleam of joy flashed in the young man's eyes. He stood with his feet together, raised his arms, and loudly proclaimed:

"Students, praising the sun is praising ourselves; praising the sun is praising our pure selves. Please join me in praising the sun!"

After the sound faded, there was a moment of silence, but soon people started to move.

First the front row, then the middle row, and finally the back row. Hands, some firm, some hesitant, rose to the ground; they chose to praise the sun, they chose to believe in the future.

"What a pity, what a real pity, banana."

Jiao Shou clicked his tongue. Looking up from the high platform, the raised arms seemed abrupt and few in number, like discordant notes in a group.

"Classmates, let everyone hear the sound of the sleeping banana monkey!"

As Jiao Shou's voice fell, a massive wave of sound instantly engulfed the arms, making them sway precariously like small boats in a giant wave.

"Look, classmate, in the end, the minority submits to the majority. The majority is the most popular and the most correct."

Since it's wrong, it needs to be corrected, and it needs guidance. Come to the principal's office later, and I'll have a good talk with you about it.

Seeing the somewhat disappointed young man, Jiao Shou smiled.

"Is the minority necessarily wrong?"

The young man muttered to himself.

"Of course, our school should represent the majority of students and speak for the students' voice."

At that moment, on the rooftop of the teaching building not far away, a figure was taking in the entire scene that had just unfolded.

"The Way of Heaven does not judge the many by the few, nor the few by the many."

Lin Yuan spoke calmly, a gleam appearing in his eyes.

"I say, praise the sun."

On stage, the young man suddenly felt a surge of courage and power, and his expression changed from frustration and hesitation to determination.

He strode forward and shouted loudly:

I say, praise the sun!

Upon hearing the sound, the students below the stage instinctively looked up. Instantly, they all saw a light.

“I said, praise me.”

Lin Yuan casually uttered his second sentence.

In the blink of an eye, a purple-gold light appeared in the minds of all the students.

The light simply fell, erasing the incessant babbling of the monkey and wiping the hazy, dreamlike image of it from view.

"Give up, classmate, it's futile."

Jiao Shouchun opened his mouth, wanting to offer some advice, but suddenly realized something was amiss.

Below the stands, the echoing song of the sleeping banana tree slowly ceased, replaced by—