Chapter 206 This battle for honor and dignity: Is it surrendering or full of confidence?
at the same time.
News broke that Wang Yueheng had made a bet with a Japanese artist to compete.
The official Weibo account of the China Quyi Association was also bombarded with mentions by countless netizens.
Everyone wants to know.
What will the official response be to Wang Yueheng, a new member of the Chinese Folk Art Association, being challenged by a foreign singer?
"Ring ring~"
Late at night in Kyoto, the phone rang suddenly at the home of Feng Gong, director of the Chinese Opera Association.
"What? Wang Yueheng is going to compete against Japanese performers, and if he loses, he'll voluntarily withdraw from the opera association?"
"This is utterly ridiculous!"
Upon hearing the phone call from Zhao Wenlang, the secretary of the Chinese Opera Association, Feng Gong's first reaction upon learning the situation was anger.
How could King Yueheng fall for such a low-level provocation?
If they really lose, not only will Wang Yueheng lose face, but where will the reputation of the Quyi Association be?
However, after learning that Wang Yueheng agreed to the competition and made a bet in order to protect the reputation of the Quyi Association because the other party had insulted it, he was surprised.
Feng Gong suddenly realized what was happening, and his angry expression immediately turned into one of worry.
"He was a bit impulsive."
"If I can write a song in ten minutes, and it's not good, someone with malicious intent might use it for their own purposes..."
"Where is he streaming? I'll go check it out."
After saying that, Feng Gong, director of the Chinese Opera Association, put down the phone and immediately opened the Douyin app to find Wang Yueheng's live broadcast room.
In the video, Wang Yueheng and the Japanese entertainer with dyed white hair are sitting on opposite sides of the bar.
Wang Yueheng remained calm and composed, fiddling with something on his phone.
Kitahara Sousuke frowned as he scribbled on a piece of white paper, looking extremely anxious.
At this point, half of the ten-minute songwriting time had already passed.
The paper in front of Wang Yueheng remained untouched.
Upon seeing this, Feng Gong, the director of the Quyi Association, immediately felt a pang of anxiety.
This kid isn't just going to give up and quit the game, is he...?
Or are you planning to just go on stage and sing without even writing a script?
At this moment, it wasn't just Feng Gong, the director of the Quyi Association.
Upon receiving the news, Tong Hua, a tutor in the Department of Literature at Peking University, also stood in front of the screen, his hands clasped tightly.
He watched Wang Yueheng's performance with a tense expression.
She has submitted her resignation to Kyoto University and has also applied for a position at Mizuki University.
All this was so that I could get into Tsinghua University and become Wang Yueheng's teacher when school started on September 1st.
If Wang Yueheng loses this competition, he might be so discouraged that he won't even go to university.
"I hope you can show your true abilities in the exam!"
I think of Wang Yueheng writing his famous prose poem "Saying Goodbye to the Broken Bridge Again" in one go during the exam.
And the incredible song "Red-Clad Girl" created on the spot.
Tong Hua's eyes, which were originally filled with tension, now held a hint of anticipation.
Wang Chuncheng, president of the Education Publishing House; Hua Shiyou, president of the Longguo Writers Association; Ni Yongying, producer…
And the employees at Bubble Music's headquarters.
Upon hearing the news, everyone rushed to Wang Yueheng's live stream, anxiously watching the unfolding events.
They were afraid that this talented Chinese singer might accidentally backfire due to provocation from a foreign artist.
Inside the Lilac Tavern.
"Thirty seconds left..."
Gao Dingxiang stared at the timer on her phone and reminded her.
She was worried about Wang Yueheng, and her hands were already covered in sweat.
Even Mo Zixue, who knew Wang Yueheng best, felt a worry she hadn't felt in a long time.
At this moment, there was still a blank sheet of paper in front of Wang Yueheng.
It seems he has no intention of even putting pen to paper.
"Time's up!"
Just as the timer countdown reached zero.
Gao Dingxiang gritted her teeth and shouted suddenly.
Upon hearing the bar owner's shout, Wang Yueheng immediately put down his phone and then turned to look at Kitahara Sōsuke on the other side.
The Japanese singer's forehead was covered in a thick layer of sweat.
The white paper in front of me was covered with messy musical notes.
Kitahara Sousuke, who was holding a pen and wanted to continue revising his work, hesitated for a moment and had to put down his pen when he saw that everyone's eyes were on him.
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