"Reporting, Instructor! Wang Yueheng's performance pieces for the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala have been announced—two new songs!"

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

On the Zijing Playground of Tsinghua University.

A group of freshmen dressed in camouflage uniforms were sitting on the ground taking a temporary rest.

Zheng Ruirui, the vice class monitor of Class 1 in the Literature Department, suddenly stood up with her phone in hand and shouted to Xie Minghui, the instructor beside her.

What song?

Upon hearing this, Instructor Xie Minghui turned to look at the deputy squad leader and subconsciously walked over.

Just like the name "Wang Yueheng", it has a special kind of attraction.

"A song called 'May We All Live Long and Prosper' was performed at a CCTV gala. It was an adaptation by Wang Yueheng of the original 'Prelude to Water Melody' from the previous fan meeting."

"Another song performed at the Jiangxi Provincial TV gala is called 'Longing'!"

Upon seeing the instructor arrive, Zhao Ruirui immediately handed over her phone and said...

Only this deputy class monitor was allowed to check his phone during breaks in military training, with special permission from the instructors.

It is used to keep track of the news and activities of Wang Yueheng, the literary and art committee member.

"Longing?"

"The full moon conveys longing and affection; this song title is a perfect match for the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

"What's going on? Wang Yueheng is actually going to perform on stage with world-renowned piano master Richard Clayderman?!"

"The key question is, how did he suddenly go from Jiangxi Provincial TV to CCTV?"

"Are we going to have to use a stunt double for the performance?"...

Upon hearing the news about their class's star arts and culture representative, the freshmen sitting on the grass erupted in an uproar.

He immediately raised the same question as many netizens on the internet.

"The news said that the performance on Jiangxi TV was just a pre-recorded holographic projection."

"Wang Yueheng himself will appear in a performance on CCTV."

The vice class monitor, Zheng Ruirui, explained the news content to the whole class in detail.

"Virtual projection to perform on Jiangxi TV? Is that even possible??"

"It seems that some TV stations have used projection to recreate the images of deceased art masters before, but this is the first time that a popular star has performed in this way!"

"How much must Jiangxi TV value Wang Yueheng to agree to let him perform on stage in this way!"

"Looks like I'll have to stream music on two platforms tonight..."

"Doesn't that mean we have a new song to learn now!"

Upon learning of the situation, the students immediately began discussing it excitedly.

Are the performance times for his two works the same?

Listening to the students' discussion on the grass, instructor Xie Minghui asked curiously while swiping his phone screen.

"Not quite the same."

"According to the program schedule, the performance time of Jiangxi TV will be about five minutes earlier than that of CCTV's gala."

"Perhaps Jiangxi TV doesn't want to compete with CCTV for viewership."

The deputy class monitor, Zheng Ruirui, shook her head in reply.

"That's great! We can watch Yue Heng's performance on Jiangxi TV and then switch to CCTV to continue listening to him sing!"

"That way we won't have to wait to watch the pre-recorded video anymore..."

Xie Xiaoyu, a girl from the Yimeng Mountains, whispered with relief.

This introverted girl, who had never been a fan of celebrities before entering university, gradually developed a fondness for her classmate, Wang Yueheng, after listening to his songs repeatedly.

It's as if just hearing the other person's songs automatically makes all sorts of unhappy things in life and studies disappear.

Furthermore, her originally withdrawn personality gradually became more cheerful through singing, and she got along better with her new classmates from big cities all over the country.

Xie Xiaoyu's thoughts also represent the sentiments of most students at this moment.

Most people's thoughts had already flown away from the military training field, and they were looking forward to the two new works that their own arts and culture committee would bring tonight.