You Were Told to Write Songs, Not Dominate Sinology Masters?

Actor Wang Yueheng transmigrates as a street singer participating in a talent show. His on-the-spot creation of "The Lone Brave" ignites the entire internet, helping him rise from a grassro...

Chapter 727 A Visit to Express Gratitude to a Leading Figure, Full of Expectations (2/2)

As a first-time counselor, she initially thought that the students would be too shy to express themselves.

That's why they specially invited Wang Yueheng to sing on stage in advance to liven up the atmosphere of the first class meeting and avoid an awkward silence.

This is also a chance to encourage other students to participate actively.

I didn't expect this year's freshmen to be so accommodating.

If she had known this would happen, she wouldn't have needed to ask Wang Yueheng to prepare the program in advance.

When Tong Hua learned that there were several gifted students in her class who had won numerous awards, she was filled with anticipation for getting to know these gifted students better.

"Since everyone is so proactive, why don't we go in order?"

"Let's start with Wang Yueheng in the first row, and then everyone will take turns to talk about their performance on stage."

"If any student performs exceptionally well, we may consider recommending them for a performance at the 24th Freshman Gala after military training!"

Tong Hua glanced at the faces of the enthusiastic students in front of her, then looked at Wang Yueheng sitting by the window and smiled.

Wow~~

"I'm so excited!"

"Our counselor really pulled out all the stops right from the start!"...

Upon hearing this, the other students who hadn't raised their hands to watch the commotion erupted in an uproar.

Those top students who raised their hands to go on stage were surprised to learn that Wang Yueheng would be the one to perform.

Logically, shouldn't his performance be reserved for the finale?

"Let's give a round of applause to welcome Wang Yueheng for his performance of the first class meeting in college."

"Please invite Wang Yueheng to come to the podium!"

Then Tong Hua led the applause and invited Wang Yueheng to be the first to step onto the stage.

"Splash!"

A round of enthusiastic applause erupted from the classroom once again.

Despite harboring resentment, Guo Chonghao, who couldn't show it openly, could only applaud and welcome him.

After glancing at Wang Yueheng, who picked up his guitar and walked onto the stage, Liang Yuhang, who wasn't particularly interested in singing or entertainment, continued to look down at the book in his hands.

In the past, during every evening party or physical education class in high school, he would bury himself in his homework or do practice tests amidst the laughter of the students around him.

The gene of poverty seemed to be etched into his bones, making him dare not waste any time on entertainment.

The thought of wasting time playing makes me feel guilty.

Even after entering university, the subconscious belief that not reading is a waste of life still lingers.

"Yue Heng, do you need a little bee?"

Tong Hua, who was standing to the side, looked at Wang Yueheng, who was sitting on the podium with a guitar in his arms, and handed him a piece of equipment and asked him a question.

The "little bee" she mentioned is the headset-style amplifier used by university lecturers.

After all, university classrooms are more than twice the size of high school classrooms, and if you don't use a megaphone, you won't be able to hear anything from below the stage.

"No need, the space here isn't large, the original vocals will suffice."

Wang Yueheng politely declined Tong Hua's offer with a smile.

"Okay...this place isn't very big..."

Tong Hua looked around the 400-square-meter classroom and said with some embarrassment.

Although it was an enclosed space, I wanted everyone in the classroom to hear my singing clearly, even without the little bee.

In particular, having to drown out the sound of the guitar is quite a test of one's singing skills.

It would be extremely difficult for an average person to sing.

Under the eager gaze of the entire class.

Wang Yueheng sat on the stool at the podium, picked up the guitar, and made a simple adjustment to the pitch.

Just then, in the corridor of the teaching building.

A group of well-dressed, imposing figures hurried closer to the classroom.

It was Chang Guohua, president of Tsinghua University; Li Kaihong, academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences; and Ma Hong, vice mayor of Kyoto City in charge of education.

And Professor Wang Yueheng, who came specifically to express his gratitude, and others...