It's more accurate to call it copying than writing.

Wang Yueheng directly copied the existing sheet music onto paper from the mental exchange interface.

While writing songs.

He also kept reciting the song silently in his mind to deepen his understanding of its meaning.

Besides writing new songs.

Wang Yueheng also had to keep track of the serialization of "Scarlet Heart".

The goal is to finish serializing the novel and enter the pre-production stage by the time "Raging Storm" officially begins filming.

A busy day passes quickly.

The next morning, Wang Yueheng dialed the phone number Bai Haisheng had left behind.

I told them that the new song was finished.

I learned that Wang Yueheng really did finish revising the work in such a short time.

Even though I had prepared myself mentally in advance.

But Bai Haisheng, Meng Yujia and others were still greatly shocked.

She hurriedly arranged a meeting place with Wang Yueheng.

An office of the Kyoto Theater Association located in Chaoyang Ward.

The puppeteers who are preparing to participate in the Qixi Festival opera gala are currently rehearsing their performances here.

It is less than four kilometers away from the Jianguo Hotel where Wang Yueheng stayed.

"It seems pretty close, how about we ride our bikes over there?"

"It's a good opportunity to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Kyoto metropolis."

Standing in the hotel room, looking at the bright sunshine outside the window, Wang Yueheng made a suggestion.

"Great! I was just worried about not having a chance to exercise."

Mo Zixue, who hadn't done outdoor sports in a long time, readily agreed.

The two then each scanned an electric bicycle downstairs at the hotel and rode to their destination.

"Hey, that guy on the electric bike looks familiar?"

"It seems to be Wang Yueheng, who came to Kyoto to participate in 'I Want to Be on the Spring Festival Gala'!"

"What the heck? Why is Wang Yueheng riding a bike on the main streets of Kyoto?"

"Is that beautiful woman next to him his manager? She has such long legs!"

"Quick, don't block me, I need to take a picture!"...

Despite wearing a mask, I was waiting at a red light at an intersection.

Wang Yueheng was quickly recognized by passersby.

Several young men and women standing near the zebra crossing shouted excitedly and took out their phones to take pictures.

"Are you Wang Yueheng?"

"Could you please take off your mask and take a look?"

"Wow, that beautiful woman must be Mo Zixue!"

"Xuemei, you're so beautiful!"

On the bus next to them, someone even opened the window and shouted at Wang Yueheng.

Interspersed with shouts from Mo Zixue's male fans.

The traffic police officers on duty nearby also noticed the commotion.

Curious, he turned his head and looked in Wang Yueheng's direction.

But it's clear that the other party is already used to seeing celebrities on the streets of Kyoto.

After the red light turned green, the traffic policeman waved to Wang Yueheng, signaling him to quickly ride away.

Otherwise, they might be surrounded by passersby on the road.

Just as Wang Yueheng was riding his bicycle past the traffic police.

The young traffic policeman, who was also wearing a mask, suddenly spoke up: "You sang great, keep it up!"

The traffic police officer's voice was not loud; it was just loud enough for Wang Yueheng to hear.

After saying that, the traffic policeman immediately turned around and went back to his post.

"Thanks…"

Wang Yueheng, who was riding an electric bike, was also somewhat surprised.

Unexpectedly, a Kyoto traffic policeman I met by chance turned out to be a fan of my music.

This sudden encouragement seemed to infuse Wang Yueheng with an invisible force.

It instantly gave him a burst of energy.

It's a pity he was riding an electric bike instead of a bicycle, otherwise Wang Yueheng, full of energy, would have loved to pedal hard for a couple of rounds.

In less than ten minutes.

Wang Yueheng and his companion then rode their electric bikes directly to the entrance of the Chinese Opera Association building.

Before you stands a stylish and modern seven-story building with a glass curtain wall.

"Hello, this is an internal office area and is not open to the public."

I saw a man and a woman wearing masks riding a shared bicycle here.

The security guard sitting in the guard booth immediately became alert and came out to stop them.

Recently, most of the actors and leaders who come and go here arrive by bus or private car.