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

These words, though spoken cryptically, revealed the current problem in Class A: during training, everyone trained independently with little interaction, and an invisible wall separated them from one another.

Yu Qizhen picked up the tablet, her tone serious: "I've said everything I need to say. Figure it out yourselves, practice hard, and I hope to see all of you in Class A after the official assessment."

After saying that, she turned and left the training room.

The door closed gently, and the training room was quiet for a few seconds before no one immediately returned to their corner to practice alone.

"Zhiyu, can you teach me how you control your facial expressions?"

Lin Sen walked to Jiang Zhiyu's side first, handed him an unopened bottle of mineral water, and looked at him earnestly.

Jiang Zhiyu nodded, took the water, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip: "Okay, let's practice together."

In just half a day, Jiang Zhiyu had become the center of attention for everyone in Class A.

Seeing the two fluffy heads huddled together, earnestly discussing the details of facial expression management, the other trainees were unconsciously infected by the scene and gathered around in twos and threes, joining in the conversation.

Jiang Zhiyu was a man of few words, always practicing quietly, but everyone loved to surround him and discuss problems with him.

No matter who comes to him, even if it's a relatively unfamiliar trainee or someone like Wang Yan whom he had bluntly rejected before, he will immediately stop what he's doing, listen patiently, and discuss things seriously. His tone is gentle, and his pace is slow, making people feel exceptionally comfortable and without any sense of distance.

If he encounters a problem he doesn't understand, he won't pretend to know; he will simply and honestly say, "I don't know."

But not long after, Jiang Zhiyu began to feel uneasy all over.

Because there was a trainee named Chen Yue who kept deliberately getting close to him.

"Zhiyu." Chen Yue was almost touching his shoulder, his voice full of flattery, "Could you demonstrate that timing again in slow motion? I can't seem to get the rhythm right."

Jiang Zhiyu raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, subtly stepped aside, and said in a calm tone, "Count to three before turning. Try it yourself."

"I still don't understand." Chen Yue leaned closer, his elbow accidentally brushing against Jiang Zhiyu's forearm. "Your movements are too clean; I just can't seem to learn properly. How about... you teach me?"

Jiang Zhiyu frowned, pursed his lips, and took two steps to the side, deliberately creating distance: "I'll practice at my own pace, it won't match yours."

"I learn faster from you." Chen Yue, oblivious to his surroundings, immediately followed. The two were once again very close, their arms bumping together again during dance practice. "Zhiyu, your stamina is amazing! You've been practicing for so long and you're not even out of breath."

Jiang Zhiyu took a deep breath, his voice turning colder: "I'm going to practice."

The others witnessed the whole scene. Wang Yan was dumbfounded, feeling that Chen Yue's shamelessness was simply a step above his own.

He was about to speak.

"Chen Yue".

Mi Lan stepped forward with a stern face to block Chen Yue from getting any closer, her tone carrying a subtle warning: "Stay away from him."

Chen Yue, who had been stopped, looked rather grim. He glanced back at the still-operating live-streaming equipment, gritted his teeth, said nothing, and turned to walk away.

Jiang Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

This scene was clearly seen by the viewers in front of the screen, and the barrage of comments instantly exploded, showing no mercy:

- [Hilarious! What is Chen Yue trying to do? Is he desperately trying to ride on Jiang Zhiyu's popularity? Is he trying to create a romantic pairing?]

- [She deliberately stirred up trouble between Mi Lan and Wang Yan before, saying that Wang Yan was holding them back and making them both feel awkward, but now she's clinging to Jiang Zhiyu. Where's her shame?]

[Anyone with eyes can see that Jiang Zhiyu is uncomfortable, yet she still tries to get closer; she has absolutely no sense of propriety.]

[Chen Yue let go of her hand!]

-【How disgusting!】

- [Milan, well done, I won't scold you for now]

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The night is dark.

When Jiang Zhiyu packed his things and left the A-class training room, there were only a few people left in the building.

The building was quieter under the cover of night, devoid of the daytime hustle and bustle, but he particularly enjoyed the tranquility of being alone.

As I walked past the corner of the first-floor corridor, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure moving in the shadows around the corner.

"ah--"

Jiang Zhiyu jumped back in fright, then quickly suppressed the gasp that almost escaped his lips, widening his eyes and accusing Mi Lan of her sudden appearance.

Mi Lan hadn't expected to scare him, and she felt a little embarrassed.

He tugged at his collar and cut straight to the point: "Anyway, thank you for today."

"It's okay... Shall we go back to the dorm together?"

"it is good."

Jiang Zhiyu had assumed that there wouldn't be any fans waiting outside the fence at this late hour, but as soon as he stepped out of the broadcasting building, a flurry of flashes went off from the direction outside the camp.

The incessant clicking of camera shutters and shouts of "Jiang Zhiyu" and "Jiang Jiang" mingled together, momentarily disorienting him.

He has been under the spotlight for the past year or two, but he has only been drowned out by shouts of "River" and "R God". He hasn't heard anyone call his real name so enthusiastically in a long time.

Realizing that they hadn't left so late because they were waiting for him, he couldn't help but stop and turn back to silently ask Mi Lan, who was following closely beside him.

Mi Lan shrugged: "Go ahead."

Jiang Zhiyu then strode toward the fence.

The fans outside the camp noticed his movements, and a suppressed scream erupted from the crowd. Everyone quickly covered their mouths, trying to suppress their excitement, and watched him approach step by step with joy in their eyes.

"It's too late, you should go home." Jiang Zhiyu's voice was very gentle.

"Okay, baby, we're leaving soon." A young-looking girl replied with tears in her eyes, and the other fans around her echoed her sentiments.

Someone tentatively asked, "Jiangjiang, can we have some rice?"

The term "fans" is not unfamiliar to Jiang Zhiyu, but during the River period, when he was in poor mental condition, he always kept to himself and rarely responded to fans' requests for fans or participated in activities that required close interaction, such as fan meetings. Even after his condition gradually improved, he still retained this habit of being distant.

But at this moment, standing in front of the fence, looking at the group of fans with shining eyes, he seemed to suddenly understand the meaning of "fans' love," and a sense of guilt towards his former fans welled up in his heart.

"Okay." Jiang Zhiyu smiled slightly, his bright, watery eyes sparkling under the light.

Upon hearing this, the crowd stirred.

"Kitten ears! Kitten ears!"

"Can I make a heart shape with my cheeks?"

"I want to see rabbit ears and dog ears too!"

"I want to see the bow!"

Amidst the fans' incessant requests and the incessant clicking of camera shutters, Jiang Zhiyu frantically struck various poses. Upon hearing the relatively unfamiliar term "bow," he held up a cat-ear gesture and looked around blankly: "What's a bow?"

"what!"

The fans couldn't help but let out a short scream, and one couldn't resist exclaiming, "Ahhh, how can she be so cute!"

In an instant, Jiang Zhiyu's ears turned bright red at a visible speed, and the blush slowly spread to his cheeks, which was particularly noticeable under the camera lights.

He coughed twice to cover his embarrassment, and with the patient guidance and good-natured encouragement of his fans, he clumsily completed the last act of scattering food.

As a veteran FPS player and the newly crowned world champion of "Zeroing Out," Jiang Zhiyu felt for the first time that his fingers were not nimble enough.

Before leaving, they agreed not to wait until late at night.