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

After finishing the first take, Jiang Zhiyu stopped, panting heavily, and tried to calm his breathing.

The newly installed high-definition live-streaming camera on the wall of the practice room was still working diligently, clearly recording his pale lips and the cold sweat pouring from his forehead.

Why are you panting so much? Isn't Jiang Jiang supposed to have good stamina? You've only practiced once.

[You look terrible, are you sick?]

[Oh my god, stop practicing! Your lips are so pale. Take a break, I'm so worried something might happen.]

[Dancing through this song in its entirety is indeed quite tiring; the others were slightly out of breath, but Jiang Zhiyu looked like he was about to collapse...]

【My heart is breaking, R-Baby. Why don't we go home and play some matches? Why are you making yourself so tired? You promised to rest.】

After a moment, Jiang Zhiyu spoke, his voice still a little unsteady: "The intensity of the chorus is not consistent. Let's set a standard."

Lu Renjia nodded, agreeing with the suggestion: "I also think that the chorus part was danced too chaotically. Everyone had their own rhythm, so the visual experience wasn't very good."

So the group decided to skip the rest of the song and unify the rhythm of the chorus.

"Pay extra attention to the downbeats in this song; each one has a proper place."

Jiang Zhiyu's voice was not loud, and the end of his sentence trembled slightly, but every word he uttered carried a convincing power.

"Take the hand-raising motion in the first line of the chorus, for example. The wrist is fixed at this angle the moment the drumbeat hits..."

"The movement must also be synchronized. During the long interlude, everyone should move sideways in unison with two small steps and the same stride."

As Jiang Zhiyu spoke, he personally demonstrated.

Yao stepped in place to confirm: "Is this the correct spacing?"

"Yes." Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

"There's also the hand gripping motion; some people clasp their hands together while others leave them slightly open, which is very obvious in close-up shots. We need to standardize it."

Yu Jin raised his hand and tried it out: "Let's keep our fingers slightly spread; it'll better match the style of the music."

"Okay," Jiang Zhiyu paused, "we'll grind it all together again."

Everyone quickly returned to their positions and stood in formation, and this time they were visibly much more orderly than the first time.

His leadership is off the charts; he's truly a man born to be a captain.

Wait a minute, wasn't it Jiang Zhiyu who missed training because of rehearsing for the fan meeting stage?! Why is he still nitpicking the details?!

This sense of control and dominance is so captivating...

[From the competitive gaming community, I'm truly amazed time and time again! How can River keep carrying the team even in a different arena?! Whose pro player is online again?]

[Captain Jiang, open the door! I'm your team's substitute trainee, could you teach me a thing or two?]

As time went by, the group's teamwork gradually improved.

But for Jiang Zhiyu, his physical condition was slowly deteriorating.

If Lin Sen were here, he could tell at a glance that Jiang Zhiyu's exertion was gradually becoming more restrained, his limbs lacked the ease and flexibility of the past, and his movements were stiff with a hint of forced discomfort.

During this period, his delirium symptoms became more and more obvious. His vision would occasionally become blurry for a short time, and the movement in front of him would sometimes become psychedelic and blurry.

After one complete round of dancing, the music stops.

The group stopped to catch their breath. Jiang Zhiyu stood still, head slightly bowed, chest heaving as he tried his best to regulate his breathing.

A fine layer of sweat soaked through his practice clothes on the back, slowly sliding down his spine.

Dong Fa glanced at him twice, then strode to the corner and picked up an unopened bottle of room temperature mineral water.

He then turned around and walked back to Jiang Zhiyu's side, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to him, saying, "Zhiyu, have a couple of sips of water and take a rest."

Jiang Zhiyu reached out and took it, his voice a little hoarse: "Okay, thank you."

When Jiang Zhiyu's hand touched his fingertips, he could even clearly feel the other person's slight trembling.

He hesitated for a moment, his lips moved slightly, but in the end he said nothing.

Jiang Zhiyu tilted his head back and gulped down several mouthfuls of water to moisten his dry throat, which tasted slightly bloody.

Yao Wei turned to look at him, and couldn't help but frown: "Brother Jiang, you're not feeling well today. How about we call it a day?"

Jiang Zhiyu looked up at the clock on the wall; it wasn't very late.

He shook his head gently, his breathing gradually calming down: "It's nothing, I probably just have a bit of a cold. Let's continue, one last time."

Why is he so stubborn? This guy is using his death-defying training methods again!

My old mouse grip used to hurt my hands, but I stubbornly refused to change it for the sake of aiming at the target, and I would go to the treatment center for acupuncture every day after practice. Now I'm so tired that my eyes are blurry, but I still keep going...

Jiang Zhiyu, you really haven't changed at all...

[I want to cross the internet cable and smash him with a hammer until he's knocked out so I can rest!]

The team's practice progressed very quickly tonight; it should be almost ready.

Is this really the last time? Or the last billion times?

The accompaniment started again, and a new round of rehearsals began.

This time, Jiang Zhiyu forced himself to concentrate all his attention, and his previously unfocused eyes suddenly became sharp.

He deliberately increased the intensity of his movements to suppress all his physical discomfort.

Even with aching limbs and a dizzy head, the entire dance was still completed cleanly and efficiently.

The final finishing move freezes in time, and the music falls.

The moment Jiang Zhiyu regained his balance, his tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and a strong feeling of dizziness suddenly struck him.

His fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly, and he subconsciously clenched his fists. He lowered his head slightly and took a couple of seconds to suppress the dizzying discomfort.

"That's enough," Yao Wei said proactively. "We can work out the other minor details tomorrow. Let's stop here for today."

The others nodded in agreement.

Jiang Zhiyu looked up and nodded slightly: "Okay."

The bright, cold white lights in the training room shone on his pale profile and sweat-dampened hair, making his thin frame and haggard appearance even more striking.

[Finally, it's time to rest! I need to rest too! I was exhausted just watching the fan meeting today, and they still have the energy to go back to training!]

Yao Wei, my benefactor!

【Weiwei, you've grown up. You're not the Weiwei who would listen to whatever your brother Jiang said anymore!】

However, I strongly suspect that his tough stance is only due to Jiang Ge's health condition; in the future, it will likely remain a one-sided push by Jiang Zhiyu.

[Damn it, did they not eat a proper meal today? Jiang Zhiyu, I order you to go and replenish their food and nutrition immediately!!!]

As everyone packed up their things to leave, Yao Wei walked to the door of the practice room to wait for Jiang Zhiyu, while the others walked out one after another.

Shen Fengyu, holding his lyrics and music book, had only taken two steps when he saw Yao Wei standing at the door looking in his direction. Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and his pupils contracted sharply.

Before he could react, he caught a glimpse of a dark figure falling beside him out of the corner of his eye.

The wind whistled past his ears, and he instinctively turned his head sharply.

Jiang Zhiyu, who had been standing to the side just moments before, now seemed to have all his strength drained away, and he collapsed limply beside him, about to fall to the floor.