"Holy crap, I think I just saw Trimp?"
"Awesome! Even the former president of the United States went to see the performance!"...
The New Year's celebration has begun.
Students from California Institute of Technology took turns performing on stage.
Just as it was about to be the archaeology students' turn to perform on stage.
Wang Yueheng then arranged for Mo Zixue, who was sitting in the audience, to open her Douyin live stream in advance and point the camera towards the stage.
Because the content of the foreigners' performances is mostly sensitive, it is not suitable for broadcast in the country.
Therefore, Wang Yueheng only chooses to start a live broadcast during his own stage performance to help archaeology students promote their work domestically.
The archaeology program was featured sixth.
Most domestic viewers had been waiting on the Douyin platform for nearly an hour.
It just started airing.
Fans who had been notified quickly flooded into the live stream.
It was 3:30 p.m. US West Coast time.
In China, it's six o'clock in the morning, and most people are still asleep under normal circumstances.
even so.
The number of viewers in the live stream quickly soared to tens of millions.
Many domestic fans set their alarms early in the morning to watch Wang Yueheng's latest overseas performance.
Unlike before.
This is also Wang Yueheng's first time participating in a stage play.
And it was a performance at the world-renowned California Institute of Technology!
"Wow, Trump really came to the event?"
When I saw the familiar figure of the former president of the United States sitting in the front row.
Chen An, a Canadian director of Chinese descent who had just arrived at the venue to watch the performance, couldn't help but rub his face, looking equally surprised.
Despite having already arranged a theme song for a new TV series with Wang Yueheng.
Still somewhat worried, Chen An came to the scene, not only to enjoy Wang Yueheng's performance again.
It was also to indirectly remind the other person not to forget about writing a song for me...
Unexpectedly, I ran into the former president of the United States here.
Besides director Chen An.
Several staff members from the Chinese Consulate General in Rocky City also appeared in the auditorium theater stands.
Just yesterday, they received the same order from their superiors.
He is specifically responsible for coordinating Wang Yueheng's work in the United States, and can bring this Chinese singer to the consulate for protection if necessary.
For this reason, there are more than a dozen plainclothes armed police bodyguards guarding the California Institute of Technology.
However, when they saw that Trimp had arrived at the scene.
Xie Qingfeng, the head of the cultural section of the consulate who was in charge of leading the team, breathed a slight sigh of relief.
With this level of security, anyone who wants to cause trouble again would have to think twice.
I can relax and enjoy watching Wang Yueheng's performance.
As an official in the cultural section of the consulate, Xie Qingfeng was equally curious.
How can promoting the cultural themes of archaeology and the royal tombs of the Chinese nation be combined with something like "tomb raiding"?
"Let's enjoy it together next."
"A stage play presented to us by students from the Department of Archaeology, School of Humanities..."
"The Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Ten Years in the Human World!"
"In addition, an excellent singer will be performing live for us. His name is Wang Yueheng!"
As a scantily clad white female host introduced the program, a burst of enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience.
Wow~
"It's finally their turn!"
"Wang Yueheng, I love you!"...
The overseas students, of various skin colors, were there to see Wang Yueheng, and they were shouting excitedly.
Meanwhile, the barrage of comments in the Douyin live stream was like a dense rainstorm, flooding the entire screen.
Immediately.
On the stage, a huge red curtain slowly opened.
The lights on site suddenly dimmed.
Then, a dark and ancient tomb passage, only half a person's height and lit by an oil lamp, appeared before them...
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