"If it's convenient, could you send me a copy of the script so I can take a look?"
"I promise I won't leak the script."
Tong Hua then offered his own opinion.
"Teacher Tong Hua, his stage plays are all created on the spot; even I didn't have a script..."
"But don't worry, I believe Yue Heng knows what he's doing and won't act recklessly."
“I will also go to the site to watch their rehearsals and help him make sure they are up to standard.”
Upon hearing Tong Hua's request for the script, Mo Zixue was slightly taken aback before politely declining.
Deep down, she still believed in Wang Yueheng and that nothing unexpected would happen.
Moreover, they didn't want the script to circulate domestically before the performance even started, thus losing much of its mystique.
"Alright then, if you encounter any details you're unsure about, remember to ask more questions."
"I have now joined the Department of Literature at Tsinghua University and will be Wang Yueheng's mentor in the future. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me."
Upon learning that Wang Yueheng had actually created a new play on the spot, Tong Hua was shocked and could only give Mo Zixue a few words of advice.
He then hung up the phone in frustration.
"I never expected that even the stage play was written on the spot by Wang Yueheng..."
"How much talent does this child still have that hasn't been discovered yet...?"
After hanging up the phone, Tong Hua sat at her desk for a long time, lost in thought, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
Even herself, who was hailed as a literary prodigy of modern times.
To create a stage play on the spot based on the needs of archaeology students would probably require racking one's brains for several hours.
"The Grave Robbers' Chronicles - Ten Years in the Human World..."
Staring at the title of the stage play that Wang Yueheng posted on Weibo, Tong Hua rested her chin on her hand and frowned deeply.
My mind raced, trying to figure out what kind of story Wang Yueheng was going to tell...
...
At the same time.
California Institute of Technology, a white building in the Spanish style.
Principal's Office.
Steve, the president of California Institute of Technology, who is over fifty years old, sat upright.
He looked at the campus theater surveillance footage on the computer screen in front of him with curiosity.
Around him sat several leaders of Caltech of various ethnicities, mostly members of the board of trustees.
These people were also watching with interest the surveillance footage of the students rehearsing under Wang Yueheng's direction.
Unfortunately, these international students all spoke Mandarin, and the board members couldn't understand what they were saying.
Archaeology professor Zheng Shuangmei also sat upright, quietly watching her students in the video.
"Professor Zheng, is it true? This singer named Wang Yueheng is actually going to lead archaeology students to rehearse a stage play related to tomb raiding?"
Having just received the news, Principal Steve looked at the Chinese-American female professor in front of him with a deep gaze and asked.
His tone also betrayed his surprise.
Upon hearing this, the other professors on the board of trustees also turned their heads, looking puzzled.
Some people also showed expressions of schadenfreude.
"Yes, Principal, but as far as I know, this play does not promote tomb raiding or other illegal activities."
"It is to better call on people to pay attention to the archaeological industry and the protection of cultural relics."
"I have faith in the character of my students and Mr. Wang Yueheng."
Zheng Shuangmei nodded, and then shared her opinion.
"How is that possible? Tomb raiding and archaeology can never be combined."
"Professor Zheng, we all know that your husband died in a scientific expedition while on assignment abroad."
"I suspect you're trying to use this opportunity to express your dissatisfaction with the school through Wang Yueheng's work?"
"If the whole world saw California Institute of Technology openly promoting tomb raiding and illegal antiquities smuggling on the freshman orientation stage."
"Then our school's reputation will be ruined..."
At this moment, a school board leader named Elmano suddenly spoke in a cold voice.
The way he looked at Zheng Shuangmei was malicious.
Unlike domestic universities.
California Institute of Technology is a top-tier private university whose motto is "Truth sets men free."
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