Esports world champion, debuted as the center of a talent show

Mi Lan sat against the wall, wearing headphones, seemingly unmoved by the scene before her. Lin Sen next to her laughed heartily, jokingly saying, "You don't even have any hair, how come you're so afraid of the heat?"

An Junying sat bolt upright, pointing a trembling finger at Lin Sen, her eyes wide with shock: "This is outrageous! This is the most fashionable buzz cut of our time!"

Not far away, Wei Shuang, with her specially styled blonde hair that made it even more dazzling, leaned against the wall, half-opening her eyes. She glanced at the "most fashionable buzz cut of the moment" before silently looking away.

Yu Wen sat on the other side, not participating, but his gaze lingered on the group, a smile playing on his lips.

[Ahn Joon-young seems to have a misunderstanding about his buzz cut. I'd even compliment him on any design elements that make it fashionable, but isn't this just a plain, straight buzz cut?]

[The peacock, who cares most about her hairstyle, stands quietly to the side, gazing at you.]

[Haha, I agree with Lin Sen! His brain is clearly the best at dissipating heat, so why is he so afraid of getting hot!]

[“Extracurricular activities” is such an interesting term, haha, it really is extracurricular for them.]

[Increased workload! Condemned! But supported!]

At this moment, the door to the private practice room was pushed open, and Jiang Zhiyu and Yao Wei stood behind it.

All eyes turned to Jiang Zhiyu, whose expression remained unchanged as he continued pushing open the door: "Why are you all here so early?"

Now Ahn Joon-young had another chance to shine. He got up from the ground, proudly raised his head and puffed out his chest: "I was the first one here!"

Jiang Zhiyu walked into the practice room, looked around, and found that of the nine people attending the meet-and-greet, only Wang Yan had not yet arrived.

"Where's Wang Yan?" He looked at Wei Shuang, who was in the same group as Wang Yan, with a question in his eyes.

Kui Shuang, who had remained silent until now, honestly shook her head: "I don't know, they should be here later."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded, walked to the middle of the practice room, and flipped through the meeting notes on the table. His long, loose sleeves drooped slightly, revealing a small section of his slender wrist.

Everyone gathered around Jiang Zhiyu and started looking at the manual together.

[Keep going, keep circling around Jiang Zhiyu like this! Jiangmen is even spreading into the program!]

[And so, feeling incredibly pleased with myself at the center of the world, I watched their interactions with a strange, upturned smile.]

He still loves reading rulebooks so much; he feels like he could catch and lure a Jiang Jiang just by randomly placing one on the roadside.

[Could the production team include a rule in the program manual that all food spills at a certain Jiang's fan meeting should be shown in close-up on the big screen?]

Jiang Zhiyu was watching intently and didn't notice that his sleeve was slipping down slightly, but An Junying beside him did.

"Aren't you hot?" Ahn Joon-young asked curiously as he leaned closer, his face still covered in a thin layer of sweat.

As he spoke, he couldn't help but reach out to touch the material of Jiang Zhiyu's sleeve. Just as he was about to touch it, a hand suddenly appeared between the two of them, firmly gripping An Junying's wrist.

An Junying looked up at the owner of the hand in confusion and found that it was Mi Lan who had approached at some point.

Mi Lan had taken off his headphones at some point, the cord hanging casually over his shoulder. He frowned slightly, his tone restrained: "He's not hot."

Although he didn't mention it, he was still thinking about the wound on Jiang Zhiyu's arm, and was even somewhat sensitive about it.

Mi Lan released An Junying's hand, pursed her lips under his somewhat puzzled gaze, unsure how to explain her abrupt action.

"Yes, I'm more sensitive to the cold." Jiang Zhiyu picked up the conversation, patted Mi Lan's shoulder reassuringly, and smiled at An Junying, who suddenly realized what was happening.

An Junying immediately withdrew his hand and smiled sheepishly, "Oh, I see. You have a really good constitution, I'm so envious."

Kui Shuang stood aside, taking in the whole scene. He lowered his eyes, concealing the darkness that flashed within them.

squeak-

The practice room door was pushed open again, and the person who arrived late was Wang Yan.

Wang Yan strode in, slightly out of breath, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He bowed apologetically to everyone, saying, "I'm sorry everyone, I'm late. Something came up and I was delayed."

Mi Lan's gaze swept across Wang Yan's face, indifferent, like that of an unfamiliar stranger.

The tense atmosphere between the two spread silently.

"Shall we begin?" Yao Wei looked around, feeling that the atmosphere was strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

The fan meeting will require rehearsing a group adaptation of the theme song from the initial stage performance.

Although there were two public performances in between, the lyrics, music, and dance of the theme song were still quite familiar to them. Therefore, the nine of them gathered together just to add some interaction and positioning to the collaborative stage, so as not to appear too independent.

As a giant C-shaped fault, Jiang Zhiyu was naturally pushed to the very center.

They tried walking through the stage arrangement provided by the production team several times and found that the effect was surprisingly good.

The people present were all among the top nine in popularity, and none of them had the ability to hold the group back. They also had a deep understanding of the theme song, so there was almost no resistance to integrating into the group stage.

They became familiar with the stage very quickly, and the movements for the theme song dance were relatively simple; they became quite proficient after only a few repetitions.

Jiang Zhiyu was not surprised by the result. He had long known that the group dance for the theme song was not difficult, but the solo stage was the real challenge of the fan meeting.

After another complete take, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, stopped to catch their breath and rest, and went to the side to drink water and wipe their sweat.

The atmosphere in the practice room completely relaxed, and everyone gathered in twos and threes to chat.

Deng Sushui, holding a bottle of mineral water, walked over to Jiang Zhiyu and casually asked, "Zhiyu, what kind of stage are you preparing for your solo performance at the fan meeting?"

Jiang Zhiyu swallowed the water in his mouth, screwed on the bottle cap, and said without hesitation, "I plan to choreograph a solo dance."

As soon as the words were spoken, a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of those around who had overheard the conversation.

Fans usually choose their best area for a solo performance at a fan meeting. As we all know, Jiang Zhiyu's vocals are the most outstanding among the three, but he chose dance.

Ahn Joon-young's eyes widened in disbelief as he exclaimed, "A solo dance?! A purely dance stage?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded slightly, his tone firm: "Yes, a pure solo dance."

Yao Wei, who was standing nearby, also leaned closer, but instead of questioning Jiang Zhiyu's choice, he said to An Junying, "Brother Jiang must have his reasons for choosing this. Besides, Brother Jiang is from a background in ethnic dance!"

[Solo dance?! I screamed! I've never seen Jiang Jiang's dance performance before, my expectations are through the roof!]

[I don't want to instantly teleport to the third public performance stage anymore. Can I teleport to the fan meeting first?]

What type of dance is it? Do you know any folk dances?

[How does Yao Wei remember Jiang Zhiyu's background so clearly? I almost forgot that Jiang Jiang used to study folk dance!]

[Yao Wei: You are not allowed to question Brother Jiang.]