Xiang Xiaotong returned to the stadium and saw at a glance that everyone's condition had changed.
Everyone's faces were flushed, their expressions drained, and they looked almost as if they were suffering from altitude sickness. The cheers and applause had become feeble and hoarse.
Celebrating was, after all, physically exhausting. Everyone had been too worked up earlier, and after staying excited for one or two hours straight, they were exhausted to the point of physical collapse.
But the fireworks display and the singers' performances were still going on. Waves of sound and visual shock continued assaulting the audience's senses, temporarily keeping everyone from noticing their physical exhaustion. It was as if they had been injected with adrenaline and forcibly kept excited!
Xiang Xiaotong was secretly alarmed and worriedly messaged Song He, "The students in the stadium are getting a little physically exhausted. You packed too much into this opening ceremony. Everyone hasn't even had time to catch their breath."
"Don't worry. It'll be mealtime in five minutes, and there'll be an intermission," Song He replied. "Once the snacks and soda are handed out, everyone can eat, replenish their sugar, and keep partying."
"I think the scale is too wasteful. Even if the performances and fireworks were cut in half, they'd still be spectacular," Xiang Xiaotong replied.
"I think it's wasteful too. This is our first time holding it, so we had no experience. We'll know better next time," Song He said. "Besides, dragging things out was also to wait for the final mysterious guest."
"Huh?" Xiang Xiaotong was stunned.
"The mysterious guest won't have time to spare for a speech until around eleven," Song He explained.
"You invited ten top-tier singers to perform for several hours and arranged tens of thousands of fireworks shells just to drag things out until