Upon arriving at the terminal by shuttle bus, Wang Yueheng was surprised to find a large number of his fans already gathered there.
In the arrival hall, many young men and women stood excitedly in the crowd, holding up posters or welcome banners.
"Holy crap, really? How did they know we flew here?"
"And the timing was so precise? Did someone in the studio leak information?"
Upon seeing hundreds of Wang Yueheng's fans holding banners and posters in the airport lobby, Wang Chang couldn't help but take off his sunglasses in surprise.
When the father, Wang Dongming, saw so many people holding up banners and posters with his son's name on them, he was taken aback.
I never expected that Wang Yueheng's casual flight would attract so many fans. These young people are too crazy...
"Or perhaps, they've been guarding this place since last night."
"After all, Yue Heng's schedule is almost always semi-public. He was in Jiang City yesterday afternoon, and today is the start of the new semester at Tsinghua University, so he must have been in Kyoto from last night to today."
"Moreover, most flights from Jiang City to Kyoto land at Xingqu Airport, which can easily cause traffic jams for us."
In response, Mo Zixue, who was already experienced, calmly guessed.
I'm used to this kind of scene; I'm just thinking about how to get out of the airport quickly.
"Huh? This is okay..."
Upon hearing Mo Zixue's analysis, Wang Chang was once again stunned with surprise.
He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, realizing he was still not famous enough.
If the Little Red Flower band hadn't proactively revealed their schedule, there would have been no way for fans to have guessed their flight in advance and spent a day or two waiting at the airport...
at the same time.
Not far behind Wang Yueheng and the others.
An elderly man with white hair, accompanied by two young men, also walked out of the exit passage.
When they saw the young men and women holding banners and nameplates in the arrival hall in front of them, the three of them were stunned for a moment.
"Hey, Professor Wang... could these people be here to greet you?"
"Is the propaganda effect of CCTV really that powerful?!"
Bian Jinrong, a young researcher dressed in a suit and carrying a briefcase, exclaimed in surprise to the elderly man beside him upon seeing the familiar name on the banner.
"We haven't seen any celebrities with the same name as Professor Wang along the way, have we?"
Another man in a suit also turned his head to look around and said curiously.
The elderly man standing beside them, also named Wang Yueheng, is a renowned scientist at a research institution in China.
He made outstanding contributions to the development of superconductivity in China.
And not long ago, he was featured on CCTV's news program and given an exclusive interview by CCTV for a recent technological breakthrough.
This distinguished scientist is in Kyoto to visit a research institute and hold a meeting with professors from Mizuki University and Kyoto University.
To save his institution money, the professor specifically chose to travel in economy class.
Therefore, I was unable to meet singer Wang Yueheng, who was traveling in business class.
Upon seeing the welcoming banners in the airport terminal filled with his name, the nearly seventy-year-old professor was also pleasantly surprised.
It was thought that CCTV's recent promotion of science education among teenagers had played a guiding role, attracting young people to start admiring scientists.
"Really? Then hurry up and say hello. We can't act like celebrities and neglect these young people, dampening their enthusiasm for scientific endeavors."
As the white-haired scientist spoke, he hurriedly led his assistant toward the large crowd of welcoming people in front of him, his face beaming with satisfaction.
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