The Red Era, the Opening University Speech

Chapter 1 I'm not interested in success!

1960, Kyoto Institute of Technology, Auditorium.

Li Mu stared at the old-fashioned auditorium in front of him and was stunned.

There were photos of four leaders hanging on the front wall, and two antique speakers were hung on both sides. The passionate march gradually came to an end.

There is a banner with black and white words on the wall: [5th Individual Mechanical Competition Award Ceremony and Experience Sharing Session]

At the podium, a short-haired female student wearing a blue cotton coat read out a script: "Next, please let Xu Jianxin share his experience with us, and please let Zhang Miao get ready."

"What's going on?" Li Mu was a little confused.

He just took a nap and suddenly found himself here when he woke up.

At this time, a boy wearing round-frame glasses and a cap walked up to the podium:
"Hello, teachers and classmates, I am sharing the blueprint of the generator I improved!"

……

Li Mu looked around.

The students sitting around were wearing cotton-padded jackets in three colors: gray, black, and blue. They wore caps on their heads, and their clothes had rows of large black and white buttons. Many of them also had army green shoulder bags in their hands.

"Is this the university auditorium in the documentaries from the 1950s and 1960s?" Li Mu thought it was a bit ridiculous.

What's even more ridiculous is that he was wearing the same thing, a gray cotton coat, a jacket with a cap, and a school badge on his chest.

Li Mu picked up the school badge and read the words on it: "Kyoto Institute of Technology?"

"Isn't this the predecessor of Beijing Institute of Technology?" His mind became even more confused.

He studied psychology at Kyoto University and was no stranger to Kyoto Institute of Technology.

"What on earth is going on!" Li Mu had a strong bad premonition in his heart.

"A prank show? Or did I travel through time?"

He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

"Well, isn't this the Qiuqiu chat box between Ask and me?" Li Mu was surprised to find that a huge glowing screen appeared in his mind.

He blinked rapidly, and the screen disappeared every time he opened his eyes, and reappeared when he closed them.

"Isn't this an illusion?" Li Mu muttered to himself while looking at the screen.

He is a playboy and was addicted to all kinds of entertainment during college, including mountain climbing, off-roading, fishing, arcade games... Not only was he good at playing, he was also very good at it.

When playing, he would also take videos, edit them and share them online, thus accumulating a large number of fans.

Ask is a fan from the United States.

Ask's last message still remained on the chat box: "Li, we lost this game, it's all my fault!"

"Did I really travel through time? Otherwise, why would there be a Qiu Qiu chat box in my mind?" An absurd thought popped up in Li Mu's mind.

"If I really traveled back to the 1950s and 1960s, I heard that people couldn't even get enough to eat, and every meal was cornmeal steamed bread..."

Li Mu was a little desperate, he didn’t want to travel through time!

Someone touched him and reminded him, "Li Mu, you're being called."

"Why are you in a daze!"

Li Mu subconsciously raised his head and looked around blankly.

"Li Mu, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" The square-faced young man beside him reminded him in a low voice.

Li Mu gathered his distracting thoughts and responded, "It's okay! I'm just a little nervous."

The most important thing now is not to be discovered by others.

"Why are you so nervous? Just read according to the script." said the square-faced young man.

"Manuscript?" Li Mu was overjoyed.

He quickly found a few folded pieces of letter paper in his pocket.

Before he could look, the host on the stage began to urge: "Student Li Mu, where is student Li Mu?"

Li Mu gritted his teeth and stood up.

Walking in the aisle leading to the podium, Li Mu quickly scanned the contents of the manuscript.

On the paper was a manuscript written in pen.

The manuscript is filled with a large number of professional terms and symbols.

I groaned in my heart: What kind of devil are science students? Why do they have to write so many weird characters in a speech?
Li Mu was numb. If he followed the instructions above, he would definitely be exposed. Although the corridor was long, it only took a few seconds to walk through it. He hesitated and stood on the podium, facing hundreds of eyes staring at him, and his heart rate gradually soared.

After all, I studied psychology, so I am qualified in controlling facial expressions.

Li Mu began to read the script expressionlessly:

"Hello everyone, I'm Li Mu, a sophomore in the Department of Mechanical Engineering!"

"I was able to win the first place in this mechanical design competition. This is inseparable from the cultivation of the school, the guidance of the teachers, and more importantly,..."

Three minutes later.

“That’s all for my sharing, thank you everyone!”

Li Mu read the entire passage without any stumbling blocks, and simply omitted the entire paragraph when he saw a symbol he didn't understand.

The audience fell into an eerie silence.

"Okay, next is the question-and-answer session. Students who didn't understand what was said just now can ask Li Mu now." The female student who was acting as the host spoke up to save the situation.

A boy with surprisingly thick glasses stood up and said, "Li Mu, you just said so much, why didn't you say anything practical?"

"What are the practical things?" Li Mu asked back.

Anyone who studies psychology knows that you must never show weakness at this time.

"At least there should be principles, data, verification process and ideas, right?"

Many people found this strange:
"Yes, I listened for a long time, but I didn't find any clues."

"You completed all the improvement processes yourself, why don't you tell me?"

……

Li Mu said calmly:
"The principles, data, and verification process are all things that you can work out on your own in just a little time. I don't think it's necessary to go into detail."

"At the same time, rather than giving a direct answer, I think it's better to leave some questions for everyone to think about."

"Only by thinking for yourself and doing the calculations yourself can the harvest leave a deeper memory for everyone!"

Some students seemed to be thinking about it.

The man with the glasses frowned and questioned, "But if we just give you the experience of success, wouldn't it save more time?"

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have any successful experience!”

“But Li Mu, you’ve won the award, isn’t that a success?” someone shouted from below.

Li Mu smiled: "This is just a small affirmation of my learning achievements. How can it be considered a success?"

"not to mention!"

"I never liked success, and I'm not interested in success!"

The students were stunned.

A professor in a Zhongshan suit leaned back and almost fell off his chair.

Li Mu's vest was soaked with sweat, and he quickly made amends:

"What I mean is - as an engineering student, the process of pursuing a successful result is the most important thing compared to a correct result once!"

"Because it allows me to summarize methods and obtain more correct results!"

The auditorium was completely silent, and everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

After a dozen seconds of silence.

"But when we study textbooks, isn't it also a process of directly gaining experience? Is there any difference?" the man with the bottle-bottom glasses continued to ask.

In order to get more time to think, Li Mu subconsciously borrowed the master's words: "This is a very good question, classmates, please give him a round of applause."

Sparse applause broke out.

Many people find this confusing. Is this a good question?

Li Mu already had a solution, and continued: "The difference lies in the experience gained and whether it becomes your own."

"Just like you know the whole process of farming, but you have never done it yourself, does that mean you know how to farm?"

The man with glasses at the bottom of the wine bottle was speechless.

(End of this chapter)