Chapter 7 If Heaven had not given birth to Wang Yueheng, the Dragon Kingdom would have been plunged into eternal darkness.
Wang Yueheng's impassioned and inspiring arguments resonated throughout the venue.
The scene returned to deathly silence.
Everyone was pondering and processing what he had just said.
This boy.
There was no resentment, no anger, and no shouting throughout the entire process.
But every word he uttered struck everyone like a thunderbolt.
I was so shocked that I couldn't tear myself away.
Some people even began to have doubts.
Is the boy on stage a singer, or the reincarnation of the God of Literature?
Such literary talent.
Ordinary people can only look up to it!
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Wang Yueheng learned about this through the system.
This world has a similar history to the previous one, and many historical figures have even appeared in it.
However, due to certain factors, the culture has become barren and poetry has become scarce.
Many literary figures and writers, before they could showcase their talents in poetry, lyrics, and prose, vanished like shooting stars in the long river of history.
Even masters of Chinese studies can only offer a bunch of classical Chinese sayings and abstract principles uttered by historians.
They only know how to refute absurdity, but they don't understand what deductive argumentation is.
This has indirectly resulted in a severe shortage of musical melodies and song material in this world.
The quality is even more appalling.
Most of the songs on the charts are sentimental love songs.
Or it could be a fast-paced rap song interspersed with foreign words.
This world.
Western film and television songs and music have become very popular and have become a mainstream trend.
Countless Asian artists have desperately tried to break into Hollywood, Broadway, and perform at the Vienna State Opera.
They take pride in performing on Western stages.
Having learned about this world, Wang Yueheng had only one thought in his mind at this moment.
If Heaven had not given birth to me, King Yue Heng, the Dragon Kingdom would have been shrouded in eternal darkness!
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At the same time, in a three-bedroom apartment in the family compound of the Jiangxi Provincial Public Security Department.
Jiang Chun, a Chinese language teacher and class advisor at a key university, is sitting in the living room preparing lessons for the next semester.
Her son, Qi Hu, who is in junior high school, is watching the live stream of "The Voice of China" on her phone.
Hearing the shouts and cheers coming from inside, Chinese language teacher Jiang Chun frowned and said with dissatisfaction:
"Xiao Hu, watch less of these mindless variety shows and watch something useful instead."
The child, nicknamed Little Tiger, turned around and said, "Mom, I just want something useful! Have you ever heard the story of Yangchun Baixue?"
"What highbrow stuff? There's no such story."
"That's a rather novel term; it gives off a clean and pure feeling. Where did you hear it?"
Jiang Chun couldn't help but ask.
"That's what this contestant said! The master of Chinese studies said he was uncultured, so he argued with the master. That's amazing!"
"His singing is also very good. Our classmates are all searching for the recording of 'The Lone Warrior' now."
"Whoever can produce a recording of 'The Lone Warrior' can exchange it for an album by another singer!"
The son, Qi Hu, said with admiration.
"Nonsense! What right does a singer have to argue with a professor from the Academy of Chinese Studies? He'll only corrupt you!"
As a Chinese language teacher, Jiang Chun regards the Dragon Kingdom Academy as a sacred institution.
Those who can become lecturers at this academy are rare scholars with profound knowledge of ancient and modern times, and can be called the pillars of the cultural world of China.
How could an ordinary singer possibly have the qualifications to debate and argue with a master of Chinese classical studies?
That being said...
Jiang Chun couldn't help but move closer to her son, watching Wang Yueheng give a speech on stage.
However.
When Wang Yueheng uttered the lines, "The moon of Qin and the pass of Han, the long march of ten thousand miles, the men have not returned."
Jiang Chun froze, as if she had been electrocuted.
As a Chinese language teacher at a top university, Jiang Chun possesses exceptional literary skills and historical knowledge.
With just a few strokes, this poem vividly depicts the desolation and loneliness of the frontier.
Through the depiction of physical objects, the novel portrays the changing dynasties and the desolation and tragedy of guarding the frontier.
Although not a single word explicitly states sadness, it vividly portrays a profound sense of desolation.
Such a level of poetry is something even lecturers at the Academy of Chinese Studies might not be able to write!
Jiang Chun vaguely felt that there should be a second half to this sentence.
Such a tragic scene.
It should be followed by a scene or hypothetical scenario that depicts a passionate and inspiring moment.
It's a pity.
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