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

The rain intensified, the cold raindrops pounding against the umbrella with muffled thuds, splashing up water droplets as they hit the ground.

As the staff said, there were huge crowds outside the fence.

Looking around, there was a dense crowd of people, and countless camera and mobile phone lenses with a cold, hard metallic luster, raised high like rows of spears, all aimed at their group.

The moment the group appeared, the surrounding area erupted in chaos.

A rapid series of camera shutter clicks echoed through the sky.

The crowd became agitated, with screams and shouts rising and falling in waves, creating a chaotic and disorderly scene.

The staff member leading the team shouted repeatedly, urging everyone to quicken their pace and keep up with the queue, but the noise on site was so loud that his voice was almost drowned out by the rain.

The closer you get to the crowd, the more you can feel the chaos and restlessness, and the stronger the sense of oppression becomes.

Only a portion of the fans genuinely came to show their support; the majority were paparazzi, streamers, and others who came to ride the wave of popularity.

Many streamers held up selfie sticks, their cameras fixed on Jiang Zhiyu in the center of the group, shouting at the top of their lungs into their live streams: "Family members, R-God is here!"

Jiang Zhiyu frowned slightly, looking somewhat uncomfortable, and turned his head slightly to avoid the countless dark lenses, without saying a word.

The others moved slowly and tacitly, protecting Jiang Zhiyu in the center of the group. They walked side by side, forming a human wall to separate the crowd and cameras that kept pushing forward.

The deeper one goes into the crowd, the more obvious the pushing and shoving becomes.

The minibus was parked on the roadside not far away, but those few dozen meters seemed exceptionally far away at that moment.

The air was thick with hot, heavy breathing, mixed with the heavy rain and frantic screams, making Jiang Zhiyu feel as if his mouth and nose were being gradually submerged in the murky, dirty water, suffocating and making him want to vomit.

"Stop pushing! Move back a bit!" Security personnel stepped forward to maintain order, but there were simply too many people, so the effect was minimal, and their voices didn't even carry far.

One of the paparazzi, frustrated that he couldn't get a clear shot of Jiang Zhiyu's face, gritted his teeth and charged straight at the staff member at the front of the line, shoving him with his body in an attempt to create a shooting space for himself.

The staff member was startled and instinctively raised his arm to block. The next second, the paparazzi lost his balance and fell to the side with a scream.

At this point, the situation was completely out of control.

The already crowded area erupted into an even more violent shoving match, accompanied by insults:

"What right do you have to push people? Have you no shame?"

"Why push fans? Can't you afford to live?"

"He's just a staff member, what's he acting so arrogantly about? Ask Hong Liulai if he dares to push someone!"

The staff member, realizing things were going wrong, turned pale, but still patiently bent down to help the photographer who had fallen. However, he was suddenly pushed by the other party and staggered back several steps.

broken!

The staff member steadied himself, a bad feeling flashing through his mind. He wanted to immediately return to the line, but it was too late.

As soon as the team leader stepped back, the paparazzi, livestreamers, and other paparazzi rushed forward.

Under the impact of the huge crowd, the nine people's positions were instantly scattered.

Mi Lan's expression changed, and she turned around abruptly to look at Jiang Zhiyu, who was standing alone in the crowd. She tried to squeeze through immediately, but was instead pushed further and further away by the crowd.

He looked in the direction where Jiang Zhiyu was gradually being submerged and shouted, "Jiang Jiang! Move forward! Get in the car!"

Jiang Zhiyu didn't hear it, or rather, he couldn't hear anything at all.

In those brief few seconds, all the familiar presence surrounding him vanished, replaced by countless unfamiliar bodies crowding forward, shoving and blocking all his breathing.

Screams exploded in his ears, countless dark cameras were almost pressed against his face, and several hands, hidden under umbrellas and in the rain, brazenly grabbed at his body, pulling at the hem and cuffs of his suit in the crowded throng.

A livestreamer, laughing loudly, held the microphone to Jiang Zhiyu's mouth and almost shouted, "Just one interview! Seeing the fans so enthusiastic, how does R-God feel right now? Happy?"

But in reality, there were almost no fans nearby at that moment.

All the fans were blocked outside the crowd by these crazy dogs chasing after the trending topic, helplessly watching the frenzied scene before them.

Someone, unable to bear it any longer, shouted, "Stop pushing! Stop pushing him! Get out of the way!"

Someone's voice was trembling with tears: "Don't go near him, he has a back injury! Aaaaaah!"

At the same time, after pushing aside the staff and squeezing to the front row, just as he raised the heavy camera, he was suddenly shoved by someone nearby.

The paparazzi staggered forward two steps uncontrollably, his hands involuntarily reaching forward, and the lens he was holding suddenly slammed heavily into Jiang Zhiyu's forehead.

"Well……"

Jiang Zhiyu raised his hand to cover the spot where he had been hit, and intense pain spread from there, gradually seeping into every corner of his body.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

But it only lasted for a moment; in the blink of an eye, it returned to its original state.

All of this was being recorded in real time by the cameras that were broadcasting live.

【Holy crap, are these paparazzi and livestreamers even going to die???】

[Can you guys get away from here? Can't you see you hit him??]

[Someone help me, I'm suffocating...]

[Aaaaaaahh ...

[That must have hurt so much! I hate you bastards who ride this wave of attention. Can't you take this attention with you and go to hell?]

[Those streamers and professional photographers who are trying to smuggle him out of the scene, none of you are getting away with this. I won't let you off the hook.]

confusion.

noisy.

dark.

In Jiang Zhiyu's vision, the faces in front of him kept shaking and twisting, and finally turned into the same familiar face with a ferocious laugh.

His fingertips began to tremble uncontrollably, and his breathing gradually became rapid, completely overwhelmed by a strong feeling of suffocation.

A sharp ringing in his ears drowned out all the shrill human voices. His vision blurred, and his fingers slowly lost their strength. The umbrella handle he had been gripping tightly now felt incredibly heavy.

Immediately, his hand limply released its grip.

The black umbrella tilted and fell to the ground; in that instant, its ribs were crushed by the surrounding crowd.

The cold rain pounded heavily on his face and body, seeping down the seams between his shirt and neck, and running along the lines of his body to the deepest parts.

The dense raindrops pounded against his eyelids and trembling lips, each drop like a chisel slowly slicing through his soul.

Finally, a sense of powerlessness overwhelmed him.

All the strength in my body seemed to have been completely drained, and my legs could no longer support my body.

Snapped--

He couldn't control his legs and collapsed heavily to one knee on the rain-soaked ground, his elbows slamming against the sand and gravel, his waist taut as he struggled to keep from falling completely.