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

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Sen's trembling voice rang out: "Is this true?"

He instinctively wanted to reject it, and hurriedly looked up at Mi Lan beside him. The moment their eyes met, he froze on the spot.

The moment he saw Mi Lan's expression, he knew that all the rumors were true.

An eerie silence fell between the two once again.

The silence continued until they arrived at Jiang Zhiyu's hospital room.

"Don't mention it. Let him rest first, and pretend nothing happened."

Mi Lan nudged the sullen Lin Sen and whispered a reminder.

"knew……"

When the two entered the room, they discovered that Wei Shuang and Yao Wei, who had arrived at some unknown time, were also there.

Yao Wei circled Jiang Zhiyu's hospital bed, gesturing wildly and chattering incessantly:

"Many people want to come see you! But Director Hung won't allow it, saying there are security risks."

"Luckily, I had a bright idea and went to find Wei Shuang. He happened to be coming, so he brought it for me!"

"Director Hong knew I went with Wei Shuang, so he didn't say anything, haha! This is the first time in my life I've received special treatment like this!"

Wei Shuang glanced at him helplessly, then turned to Jiang Zhiyu and asked in a low voice, "Are you feeling alright now?"

Jiang Zhiyu smiled as he watched Yao Wei begin listing how many people wanted to come but couldn't, then turned and replied, "Much better, I feel like I can be discharged immediately."

"I feel this is rejected!"

Mi Lan walked in from outside, raising her eyebrows, holding a cell phone in her hand.

He took a few steps closer and handed it to Jiang Zhiyu:

"I know you can't sit still, so I brought your phone from the production team. If you're really bored, just listen to the songs from your third performance."

Jiang Zhiyu smiled, his face full of sincerity: "Thank you, it's very useful."

There's no need for thanks between us.

Mi Lan turned her face away, concealing the fleeting bitterness in her eyes.

Lin Sen peeked out from behind him: "Jiang Jiang!"

"I was terrified last night, thankfully nothing serious happened!"

Several people were talking around Jiang Zhiyu's hospital bed, adding a touch of warmth to the otherwise pale ward under the incandescent light.

Jiang's parents took advantage of the visit of Jiang Zhiyu's friend to bring Jiang Ming to the coffee shop left behind by the hospital for a "gentle communication".

"Ah Ming, is there anything about your brother's situation that we don't know?"

Wei Shu smiled gently, her tone tender.

Jiang Hong silently took a sip of his hot Americano without interrupting.

Upon hearing this question, Jiang Ming's first thought was about his younger brother's mental state.

But to his surprise, he found himself hesitating.

Now, the image of Jiang Zhiyu's stubborn face involuntarily appeared in his mind, and he swallowed all the words he originally wanted to say.

"It's nothing."

In the end, he understood Lin Shi's choice.

"Sigh..." Wei Shu sighed. He was already used to his eldest son protecting his younger son, and decided to get straight to the point.

"We failed to protect him a few years ago, so we must pay close attention to his condition now."

"There's new information from Gao Shun's side; CIRCUS has made a move."

"We won't interfere too much, but you need to keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't get himself into trouble."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ming frowned, nodded slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Wei Shu relaxed slightly and glanced at him sideways: "We won't hold it against you for keeping your brother a secret from us, but there won't be a next time."

Jiang Ming, who had just taken a sip of iced coffee, froze. The bitter liquid lingered in his mouth for a long time before he slowly swallowed it.

During the three days he was recuperating, no one mentioned the online controversy to Jiang Zhiyu.

Neither his family nor his friends who often visited him mentioned anything about the scars; everything seemed normal.

But this matter could not be kept secret forever.

After the doctor re-examined Jiang Zhiyu's physical condition and confirmed that he met the discharge criteria, the group thought it over and decided to have Lin Shi handle the matter.

They talked for a long time in the ward, but when the door was reopened, both of them had calm expressions.

Jiang Zhiyu calmly accepted the matter, calmly facing the exposure of his vulnerability that he had concealed for so long, just as he could only calmly drag Jing Chi's body down the mountain step by step in the end.

He evaded the search and dragged the now-silent Jingchi down the mountain bit by bit.

He walked for a very long time then. It was raining heavily that day, and everything was very slippery.

He couldn't remember how many times he had fallen or lost consciousness; he only remembered that each time the sharp pain in his lower back and abdomen pulled him back to reality.

Then he would stand up again and calmly lead Jing Chi forward.

Although they were the same age, Jing Chi was much taller than him at the time, which made his journey much more difficult.

Once, when teasing Jiang Zhiyu, he held the umbrella high, laughing wildly, and said, "I'll give it back to you the moment you get it in my hands!"

It was a sunny day, and Jiang Zhiyu didn't need an umbrella, so he turned around and left with a pout.

On that winding mountain road, Jiang Zhiyu reached out and touched his hand.

It was cold, without any warmth, and I didn't return it to him.

Like the glass car window in front of you.

Jiang Zhiyu sat in the car on his way back to the recording base, his head resting against the glass window, his mind blank.

Later, his world had no sunny days, and no umbrellas.

Meanwhile, the sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the long-lasting rain had long since stopped, yet it seemed as if it had never stopped.

The glass felt cold and hard to the touch, and the chill seeped into his body little by little. He pressed against it contentedly, feeling the evidence of being alive.

The car drove into the recording studio's parking lot. Jiang Zhiyu calmly said goodbye to Lin Shi and walked back to his dormitory building.

It's practice time now, and the dormitory building is very quiet, with almost no sound from anyone.

Jiang Zhiyu tidied up his things quickly and changed into a new set of clothes.

Her outfit remained the same: a long-sleeved inner layer and a pink practice uniform.

He changed his clothes and, without lingering, went straight back to the broadcasting building where the practice room was located.

Along the way, you'll pass a fence where fans usually accompany you to work.

From a distance, many people were still standing there, including some carrying blue banners.

Even though they knew Jiang Zhiyu wasn't in the camp, and even though they knew his return was uncertain, they still waited with hope and worry.

Jiang Zhiyu looked away, his eyes lowered in a somewhat evasive manner, unsure how to face these passionate hearts.

He strode forward, but the sounds from outside the fence kept drifting into his ears.

"Who is that?"

"It's Jiang Jiang!!!"

"Waaaaah, Jiang Jiang!!"

"As long as you're healthy, baby!"

"Long time no see! We've missed you!"

"Baby! Be yourself!!! Always be yourself!! Look ahead!"

"Jiangjiang! I got the offer I wanted! My life is back on track! I made it through! Your future will be even brighter!"

Jiang Zhiyu remembered her; she was the girl at the fan meeting.