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

This "big scoop," which had been teased for days, ultimately came to a disappointment. The "suspected legal figure" used as a gimmick was also a case of misattribution. Although this is a common problem among contemporary media professionals, it still left many people who came specifically to see the gossip quite disappointed.

Many people angrily clicked into the post and left comments such as "Clickbait, everyone move on," before angrily leaving the post.

But at that time, no one expected that this post would become the beginning of revealing another shocking secret.

Disappointed, Lu Shanshan left the forum and angrily typed in her chat with Tan Yi: "Didn't I tell you before that I didn't like Chen Yue? I thought he was finally going to be exposed, but now all I know is that he's a bad person, and there's nothing more to say."

It was still early, and Tan Yi was not fully awake, so she couldn't reply to her message.

Lu Shanshan didn't pay any attention and turned around to open the group chat with the fan club to discuss the support details for the fan meeting.

Because this fan meeting was organized in a very rushed manner, they were unable to do any particularly lavish support activities.

However, within their own capabilities, while cursing the program team for their inhumane emergency notice, they also rushed to order a lot of offline support for Jiang Zhiyu.

There is a giant flower wall with a standee of Jiang Zhiyu himself, as well as many water-filled flags and bouquets. These things, which would normally take a long time to prepare, were expedited thanks to their "money power" and are expected to be set up on the day of the fan meeting.

All Jiang Zhiyu fans reached a consensus: to ensure that Jiang Zhiyu would see the most dazzling fan support in the "Shining Project" at this fan meeting, a support that would be his signature lake blue.

Jiang Zhiyu is unaware of the fans' meticulous preparations; he is currently walking to the cafeteria with Lin Senmi Lan.

Lin Sen's face showed a hint of worry. He frequently glanced at Jiang Zhiyu and couldn't help but ask, "How's your stomach now? Can you eat?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded and said, "Eating something light should be fine."

Mi Lan didn't speak, her lips remaining tightly pressed together.

Upon arriving at the cafeteria, Mi Lan went straight to the food window and, to Lin Sen's astonishment, served a bowl of plain porridge.

Normally, the canteen of the "Shining Project" program would not provide plain porridge, but Mi Lan contacted the staff last night and asked them to make some separately.

When asked by staff why, he did not give specific details, but simply said, "Jiang Zhiyu's stomach has been a little uncomfortable these past few days."

Upon hearing this, the staff nodded repeatedly and readily agreed to his request. They then specially prepared a bowl of porridge for him alone.

Mi Lan placed the porridge in front of Jiang Zhiyu, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Eat this, it'll be less irritating to your stomach."

Jiang Zhiyu remained silent for a moment, looking at the white porridge in front of him, a bitter feeling spreading uncontrollably through his heart.

But he quickly looked up again, met Mi Lan's gaze, his eyes brimming with light, and said sincerely, "Thank you, Mi Lan."

Mi Lan turned her head away, pretending not to care, and replied stubbornly, "It's nothing serious, and I didn't do it. I just told the staff. You're welcome."

Jiang Zhiyu smiled, didn't reply, lowered his head, picked up the spoon and ate carefully, taking small bites at a time.

During the rehearsals for the third public performance, Lin Sen and Mi Lan couldn't supervise Jiang Zhiyu like a father would, but before leaving, they repeatedly emphasized to Jiang Zhiyu: "If you feel uncomfortable, stop immediately. Don't force yourself, or it will only backfire."

Jiang Zhiyu, who had been sternly admonished, responded quietly and did not insist on being a rebellious child.

In the subsequent stage practice, while ensuring sufficient training volume, he appropriately reduced the training burden.

On the other end, Chen Yue saw the revelations about himself and slammed his fist against the wall.

His face was gloomy, and dark emotions raged within him.

Although Chen Yue knew that this matter would be exposed sooner or later, he did not expect it to happen so quickly.

The scene from that day and that time kept replaying in his mind, reminding him of the heavy rain that night and the figure leaving in the rain.

The psychological impact of these inexplicable emotions made him suddenly feel somewhat inferior and sensitive. He felt that everyone around him was mocking him, and those emotionless gazes were like sharp needles, pricking his skin painfully.

Unable to bear the struggle any longer, he took the initiative to approach Jiang Zhiyu: "Jiang Zhiyu, do you look down on me?"

Jiang Zhiyu was on his way to another training room when he was suddenly stopped by him.

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes held a mixture of doubt and recollection: This sentence sounds so familiar.

He quickly regained his composure and replied calmly under Chen Yue's burning gaze, "No."

Then Jiang Zhiyu tried to walk past him and continue forward, but the other person suddenly grabbed his arm the next moment.

The force was quite strong as it went down, pulling on his waist and abdomen, which intensified the dull pain there, causing him to frown uncomfortably.

Chen Yue misunderstood Jiang Zhiyu's expression, thinking that he was disgusted by her touch, and immediately lost control of her emotions.

His voice rose, tinged with a barely perceptible breakdown: "You just look down on me!"

He paused, then continued, "I will pay you back; I just didn't have that much cash at the time."

Jiang Zhiyu abruptly pulled his hand away and said, word by word, "I don't care, and I don't look down on you. From beginning to end, you've been belittling yourself."

Without hesitation, he turned and left, leaving Chen Yue standing there, staring blankly at his retreating figure.

Jiang Zhiyu, with one hand on his waist, pushed open the door to the fan meeting practice room.

He arrived very early; at that moment, Lin Sen was the only person in the rehearsal room for the meet-and-greet.

Lin Sen, wearing headphones, was focused on the lyrics and music book in his hand when he caught a glimpse of a figure at the door. He looked up and saw Jiang Zhiyu taking his hand down from his waist.

Jiang Zhiyu smiled slightly at Lin Sen: "You're here very early."

Lin Sen responded, then took off his headphones and asked softly, "Would you like me to give you a massage? I learned some massage skills from my master."

Jiang Zhiyu thought for a moment and decided that the pain would affect the training progress, so he nodded and said, "Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Sen immediately got up, took a sponge mat from the cabinet in the corner, gestured for him to lie down, and then gently rubbed his waist and abdomen, being very careful, for fear of accidentally using too much force.

As he gently pressed, he muttered, "I think you should use a hot compress as well; it should be more effective. I'll ask them later if they have anything I can use for a hot compress."

Jiang Zhiyu lay obediently on the sponge mat, constantly making "uh-huh" sounds to echo all of Lin Sen's words, like a devout straight man.