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

The moment Jiang Zhiyu knelt down, the expressions of the people closest to him instantly changed.

The first few paparazzi, streamers, and other individuals who were frantically pushing forward and filming with their equipment pointed directly at people's faces finally realized that things had gone a bit too far.

They watched as Jiang Zhiyu fell to the ground, soaking wet, and were somewhat at a loss.

A surge of panic welled up inside them, but they simply couldn't stop.

Behind them was a surging, ever-growing crowd, with countless hands pushing and shoving. Everyone wanted to get forward and grab the best view from the front row; no one was willing to take a single step back.

Those in front wanted to back down, but those behind refused to retreat, pushing forward wave after wave, relentlessly pushing the out-of-control situation to an even worse point.

This small area descended into even more uncontrollable chaos.

Fans who were isolated could not see the scene in the center, but could only see the dense crowd surging wildly, but the atmosphere in the center area was strange and eerie.

All the fans on the periphery panicked instantly, exchanging glances with uneasy expressions.

"What's wrong? What happened inside?"

"I think I heard something wrong just now, did someone fall down?"

"Stop pushing! Everyone, stop pushing forward!"

The fans shouted in vain, but their voices couldn't reach the frenzied crowd.

The security guards and staff squeezed on the outermost edge were also extremely anxious. Several staff members who were trying their best to rush in couldn't help but mutter a curse under their breath, feeling anxious but helpless.

The surging crowd was like an impenetrable wall, completely blocking all passages. They were stuck outside the crowd, unable to take even a single step in, their hearts pounding in their throats.

At the same time, the live stream chat exploded with comments, which undoubtedly added fuel to their fire. The entire live stream was flooded with angry curses and messages of sympathy.

Are these people insane?! This was clearly intentional assault!

[Didn't you see he was knocked down and couldn't get up? And you're still pushing forward! Have you no humanity?!]

[These paparazzi and livestreamers have absolutely no bottom line! They'd rather lose all sense of humanity for a bit of attention? Aren't they afraid of divine retribution?!]

[Is the show's security team inflexible? Are they just letting these crazy people crowd around like this?]

Stop it now! Don't push him anymore!!

The live stream's popularity skyrocketed, with negative comments densely covering the entire screen, finally causing the streamer who was at the front of the page to panic completely.

He originally wanted to capitalize on the popularity of Jiang Zhiyu's dual identities to gain some attention, but he never expected it to cause such a big incident. If things get out of control, he will definitely have to take responsibility.

He originally planned to capitalize on the hype and ignore the comments to gain attention, but now he dared not continue the live stream and could only frantically click the button to close the live stream, and the screen suddenly went black.

The moment he turned off the live stream, he subconsciously looked up at the center of the crowd. His gaze pierced through the rain and he saw Jiang Zhiyu supporting himself on the wet ground, slowly raising his body and trying to struggle to stand up from the waterlogged ground.

But at this moment, the crowd was far too large for a few people in the front row to control if they wanted to retreat.

A steady stream of people surged forward from behind, countless unfamiliar bodies crashing heavily into him.

Jiang Zhiyu's rather thin body appeared particularly helpless in the surging crowd, being knocked about by forces from all directions.

He had just managed to prop himself up a little when he was jolted off balance by a surge of people coming from the side. He staggered and swayed to the side, barely managing to stay upright by bracing himself with his arms.

The pain in his forehead continued to burn his nerves, and the buzzing in his ears rose and fell. Waves of darkness swept over him, almost causing him to lose his basic ability to balance.

Just as the chaos was about to spiral out of control, a cold shout suddenly rang out from the noisy crowd.

"Get out of the way!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an intense chill, piercing through the rain and noise, clearly striking everyone's ears.

The crowd of people in the nearby traffic jam felt a sudden chill and subconsciously stopped moving.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that a few steps away, Kui Shuang had an extremely low aura, a livid face, and endless anger surging in his eyes.

His aura was cold and sharp, radiating an extremely strong sense of oppression. He slightly raised his eyes, his icy gaze sweeping around the room.

The crowd that had been surrounding him stopped pushing and shoving and silently moved aside, creating a narrow passage for him in the otherwise impenetrable throng.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wei Shuang strode forward and in two precise steps reached Jiang Zhiyu's side, lowering the umbrella to cover his body.

Then, without hesitation, he reached out his other hand and firmly supported Jiang Zhiyu's trembling shoulder, using his palm to stabilize the swaying man.

Then, Wei Shuang leaned down slightly, lowered her voice, and whispered in his ear, soothingly saying, "It's alright, don't be afraid, I'll take you to the car."

In the noisy and chaotic world, this comforting word drowned out the piercing buzzing and sounded exceptionally clear.

Jiang Zhiyu laboriously raised his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes sticking wetly to his eyelids, his vision still somewhat blurry and dark.

He slowly scanned the still restless crowd around him, his muddled consciousness barely returning, and then nodded slightly to Wei Shuang.

Upon receiving a response, Wei Shuang gently gripped Jiang Zhiyu's shoulder with one hand, helping him up. She then shielded him firmly in front of her, using her body and the black umbrella to block out the restless crowd and the dark cameras.

He walked steadily forward, step by step, braving the throngs of people and the constant flashing of camera shutters, managing to move smoothly through the chaos towards the minibus waiting by the roadside.

The atmosphere on the minibus was already extremely tense.

The others were not in such a dire situation; they had already boarded their vehicles one after another and were now looking anxiously in this direction.

Seeing Wei Shuang bring Jiang Zhiyu to the car, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Not long ago, when they gathered on the bus, they found that Jiang Zhiyu was not there. They immediately panicked. It was Wei Shuang who suggested going back to look for him and told them to wait where they were, otherwise it would easily cause greater chaos.

The car door was quickly opened by the staff. Wei Shuang first stepped to the side to protect Jiang Zhiyu as he bent down to get into the car. After making sure that Jiang Zhiyu was standing firmly, she closed her umbrella and followed him into the car.

The moment the car door closed, all the noise from the outside world was instantly shut out, leaving only muffled, subtle sounds.

"Are you alright, Jiang Jiang?" Lin Sen leaned closer, his voice tinged with obvious anxiety.

Jiang Zhiyu's face was somewhat pale, but he shook his head and remained silent.

Jiang Zhiyu wasn't in good shape at the moment. His once fluffy and energetic hair was now wet from the rain and hung limply over his forehead. The spot on his forehead where the camera hit him was slightly red, and his trainee uniform was stained with rain and mud, leaving patches of color.