Two days later, Jiang Hao arrived in Shanghai with the person in charge of the Haoran Charity Foundation. A large group of people waited outside Shanghai Opera School to welcome him.
As soon as the car stopped, someone immediately stepped forward to open the door. Jiang Hao got out and saw Song Xi, smiling at her. Song Xi stepped forward and said, "Brother Jiang, let me introduce you. This is Dean Cao of the Shanghai Opera School, this is Director Qi, and this is Yu Nan, Teacher Yu, my homeroom teacher when I was in school."
Jiang Hao smiled and shook hands with everyone.
Song Xi then introduced the president of the Shanghai Peking Opera Theatre and several famous performers. After exchanging pleasantries, everyone entered the Peking Opera Theatre.
Many students nearby had gathered to watch. Jiang Hao was a celebrity now, and many students held up their phones from afar to take pictures and record videos. If no one had stopped them, they would probably have rushed over long ago.
As they walked into the school, Jiang Hao noticed that the buildings had a strong sense of age. They were probably forty or fifty years old.
Many students were still practicing in the training room. It was obvious that they worked very hard. Opera required talent, but even more than that, it required grueling practice. Seeing Jiang Hao and the others arrive, many stopped to gather around and watch.
Song Xi picked up a Flowery Spear and spun it twice, smiling as she said, "I used to practice here. Coming back now feels like a lifetime ago."
Jiang Hao noticed that many of the practice props were badly worn. The paint had been rubbed away, and the leather mats were torn open, exposing the horsehair inside. Yet from the