usenovelgroup Chapter 120 When Will the Promise Be Fulfilled?
Chapter 120 When Will the Promise Be Fulfilled?
Her girlfriends responded one after another.
"Xiaoya, tell me honestly, do you have feelings for Wang Bo?"
"Definitely! Look at those eyes, that adoring tone [mischievous grin]"
Lin Xiaoya blushed: "Don't talk nonsense! I just... admire his talent!"
But when she typed those words, her heart did skip a few beats.
The Wang Bo on the show is completely different from the quiet Wang Bo I usually see backstage.
On stage, he shines brightly; in debate, he is sharp and insightful.
This contrast... is too devastating.
She switched back to the program page and saw Wang Bo answering audience questions.
The boy with glasses asked, "As young people, how should we build genuine cultural confidence?"
Wang Bo's answer was carefully noted down by Lin Xiaoya in her phone's notes app.
"First, read more books, but not just Western classics; read Chinese classics as well. Second, think more, and don't just follow the crowd… Third, practice more…"
As she looked at these words, she suddenly remembered the "pure and talented woman" persona that the company had created for her when she first entered the industry, which led her to post her book lists, calligraphy, and tea ceremony on Weibo.
But those were all staged photos. She hadn't read more than a few pages of the book, the calligraphy was written by her teacher holding her hand, and the tea ceremony was something she learned on the spot.
Wang Bo, on the other hand, truly embodies the unity of knowledge and action.
"I need to study hard too," Lin Xiaoya whispered to herself.
In Xia Lizhi's apartment in Shanghai.
This overseas returnee, dressed in comfortable loungewear, sat in front of his computer in his study, watching a program while taking notes in his notebook.
When Wang Bo proposed the "fragmented Europe" theory, her pen stopped.
"Interesting..." she murmured to herself.
Xia Lizhi studied abroad for many years, majoring in music production and minoring in European cultural history.
Many of the viewpoints Wang Bo mentioned were ones she had seen in academic papers, but she never thought they could be disseminated to the public in this way.
What surprised her even more was Wang Bo's way of expressing himself—he didn't pile up technical terms or pretend to be profound; he used the most common language to explain the most profound truths.
This requires two abilities: first, a true understanding of the knowledge, and second, the ability to communicate effectively with others.
Many scholars possess the first ability, but not the second.
Wang Bo possesses both qualities.
After the show ended, Xia Lizhi didn't close the page immediately. Instead, she opened Wang Bo's music and listened to it from beginning to end.
Blue Lotus, Once Upon a Time, Encounter...
She closed her eyes and let the melody flow.
At 11 p.m. on the night the program aired, while the entire internet was still buzzing about "how deep Wang Bo's cultural knowledge is," Xiaoyi Culture Media's official Weibo account quietly released a new video.
The title is simple: "Wang Bo's Poetry and Distant Places".
The video begins with clips taken by Zhou Yuji during her travels in the Western Regions—the vast Gobi Desert, the dazzling starry sky, the simple and honest herdsmen, and a funny scene of her wrapping herself in a blanket and making milk tea in a tent.
Then, the scene changes.
Wang Bo's voice rang out, accompanied by simple guitar music.
He wasn't singing, he was reciting.
"A lone plume of smoke rises straight from the desert, the setting sun hangs round over the long river."
"A lone plume of smoke is not lonely; it is the only straight line between heaven and earth."
"The sunset is not the end, but the most perfect period at the end of a long river."
The scene depicts a magnificent sunset in the Western Regions.
Next, the second paragraph.
"The herdsmen taught me how to make milk tea: salt, tea leaves, and milk, boiled in a copper kettle."
He said, "Life is like this milk tea; you need a little of everything, but not too much."
"I think of us in the city, always pursuing purity—pure love, pure ideals, pure success."
"But we forget that life is like a cup of milk tea, where saltiness, bitterness, sweetness, and so on coexist, and that is the true flavor."
The video interspersed with shots of Zhou Yuji clumsily learning to make milk tea, almost knocking over the copper kettle, and her radiant smile as she sat around drinking milk tea with a herdsman's family.
The third paragraph is about the starry sky and the bright moon.
"The bright moon rises over the Tianshan Mountains, amidst the vast sea of clouds. The long wind blows for tens of thousands of miles, passing through the Jade Gate Pass."
"The stars here are so low you could pluck them from the sky."
"This is not a metaphor, it's true—if you reach out your hand, you'll have the illusion that your fingertips can touch the coldness of light-years away."
"I remember when I was little, my grandma said, 'For every person on earth, there is a star in the sky.'"
"Now she has become a star, and I am here, trying to read the frequency of her blinks."
The video ends with a side profile of Wang Bo in the recording studio.
"Music is poetry that is heard, and poetry is music that is silent."
"In whatever form, we are looking for ways to engage with the world."
"And travel has taught me that the best conversation is not one where you talk and I listen, but one where we stand side by side and look at the same starry sky together."
The video ends, and a line of white text appears on the black screen.
Popular comments from netizens.
A literature student commented: "This is improvisation? The writing skills, the use of imagery, the philosophical thinking..."
Travel blogger Xiaolu: "I cried! 'Life is like a cup of milk tea, with both salty and bitter flavors.' I'm going to frame this quote!"
Palace Master Zhou Yuji (verified): "That night I did video call Wang Bo and showed him the starry sky. He was silent for a while on the other end of the phone, and then he said these things... I cried right then and there [crying][crying]"
Qin Xiao (verified): "I admire you, I really admire you!"
Qin Xiao's repost instantly ignited the comments section.
"Xiao Ge actually retweeted it?"
"Does this constitute a public endorsement?"
"Qin Xiao is magnanimous! This is the kind of vision a top-tier singer should have!"
"Although I'm a polymath, I've become a fan of Qin Xiao at this moment!"
At midnight, Wang Bo's Weibo followers surpassed 500 million.
The labels "musical prodigy," "cultural debater," and "poet" are firmly attached to his name.
In a large, single-level apartment.
Su Xiaoxiao looked at the backend data, unable to hide the smile on her face.
"Sister, look," she turned to Su Yiyi beside her, "I told you, Wang Bo is a gem."
Su Yiyi smiled gently, her eyes shining: "He was already very outstanding."
"But now, trouble has come too." Su Xiaoxiao switched pages, which showed dozens of new emails—invitations to variety shows, talk shows, collaborations on cultural events, and even inquiries from university presses hoping to co-publish Wang Bo's poetry and prose collection.
In Wang Bo's apartment.
He was just about to go to sleep when he received a WeChat message from Zhou Yuji.
"Little Wang, are you asleep?"
"Get ready, what's wrong?"
"Sister, I've decided to wait for you in the Western Regions until you reach the finals, then return to Lin'an to watch your epic battle! [Smug]"
Wang Bo typed back: "Sister Zhou, wait for my finals, it's almost Chinese New Year."
He recalled the rewards Zhou Yuji had promised, and added, "When will someone deliver on their promise of French kissing and bed warming?"
Less than ten seconds after the message was sent, Zhou Yuji's reply popped up.