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

Bai Rong smiled and retreated to the sidelines, sitting down in a chair to rest openly.

The remaining people went through several rounds of discussion based on this word, but Jiang Zhiyu, who already knew the commoner's word, did not reveal any flaws and managed to stay until the last round.

At this moment, only Jiang Zhiyu, Lin Sen, and Mi Lan remained on the field.

[It's here! March 310th is Relationship "Breakup" Day!]

Hehe, it's good, I love watching it.

[It's definitely Jiang Zhiyu!! Vote for him!!]

In fact, Lin Sen and Mi Lan had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on. It was indeed difficult to find the mole when there were many people, but when there were only three people left, they only needed to recall the statements from the first round to find that Jiang Zhiyu was the most ambiguous one in the trio.

But knowing who the mole is has little to do with whether or not you vote for him.

The two of them turned to look at Jiang Zhiyu, who was innocently looking back and forth between Lin Sen and Mi Lan, his eyes clearly saying "It wasn't me."

Lin Sen turned around hesitantly, only to meet Mi Lan's gaze.

The next second, Mi Lan resolutely raised her hand and pointed at Lin Sen, whose eyes were wide open: "I vote for Lin Sen."

Lin Sen's face flushed red. He utterly despised Mi Lan's immediate defection to the enemy camp and quickly pointed back, "I think Mi Lan, this undercover agent, is only biting people in a panic!"

Thus, a strange situation arose off the field.

On one side is Mi Lan, who confidently lists "evidence" that Lin Sen is an undercover agent.

On one side was Lin Sen, who was fiercely refuting their points one by one.

On one side was Jiang Zhiyu, who was looking back and forth, watching the game intently without saying a word.

The three of them appeared as if they were back in their dorm room on the live stream, relaxed and not treating the other people present as guests.

Fortunately, the host, Li Ran, still retained some rationality and forcefully interrupted at a crucial moment, gradually steering the topic back to the two of them: "Oh, Mi Lan gave me a hard time at lunch today, so she had ulterior motives all along." "That's because you held up your chicken leg and asked me if I wanted some. I said no, and you took my chicken leg and ate it."

In the end, both men were severely injured, leaving Jiang Zhiyu to reap the benefits.

[Elementary school students fighting! !!!]

It's hard not to suspect that these two simply wanted Jiang Zhiyu to win.

[While I, with my strong competitive spirit, was pacing anxiously outside the screen, the people inside seemed relaxed as if they were at home.]

[But Jiang Zhiyu is amazing! In the first few rounds, I really couldn't tell it was him. It felt like he guessed the safe word a long time ago.]

To control the program's length, the "Who's the Spy" game was only played for two rounds before it ended.

Li Ran picked up the cue cards and announced the next segment: a random contact phone challenge.

"The rules are simple: each guest will randomly select a contact from their phone's address book, make a hands-free call, and have a three-minute conversation to borrow 50,000 yuan from that person. Success means passing the test."

Staff handed out seven mobile phones brought by the guests, shuffled them on-site, and randomly selected contact persons. The process proceeded in the order of the guests' positions, starting with the film and television guests on the right.

The first person was Ding Xiulun, who drew a supporting actor he had worked with in the industry. After a few brief pleasantries, they got straight to the point, and the other person agreed and hung up quickly.

The second person, Xiao Jiayin, drew her longtime agent. After chatting for a few minutes about the film crew's schedule, she brought up the matter of borrowing money. Knowing that she was recording a program, the agent quickly thought of the reason and naturally agreed.

The third one is Bai Rong's turn.

The staff member operated the phone screen, randomly swiped through the contacts, and finally stopped at the number labeled "Mom".

Bai Rong gripped her phone tightly, remained silent for two seconds, then pressed the call button and turned on speakerphone.

The phone rang four or five times before being answered. A frail, hoarse, and aged female voice came through the receiver, her breath weak and heavy with fatigue, as if she had just woken up or had been suffering from chronic illness: "Huh? Rongrong? Why are you calling at this hour? Aren't you recording a show?"

Bai Rong's previously professional, gentle smile vanished instantly. Her voice softened as she cut to the chase: "Mom, can you lend me 50,000 yuan?"

The woman's voice on the other end of the phone instantly became worried: "What's wrong? What happened? They, they did something to you again—"

"Mom!" Bai Rong interrupted her, her eyes lowered so her expression was unreadable, and she ignored the program rules to tell the truth, "I'm recording a program, this is a random task, it's nothing."

Although Bai's mother couldn't understand what her son was saying on the other end of the phone, she was relieved to hear that everything was alright.

She coughed lightly twice, her voice exhausted: "I'm fine at home, but lately I've been feeling heavy and can't sleep. Don't worry about me, just focus on your work and don't overwork yourself. Don't push yourself too hard."

Bai Rong lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing the emotions beneath them. She whispered a few words of comfort before quietly saying goodbye and hanging up the phone.

Although Bai Rong violated the rules of this round of the game, everyone could tell that Bai's mother was indeed a bit anxious and didn't care about such a small matter as violating the rules.

Only Pan Ming stood backstage, his face terribly gloomy.

Next, the four trainees on the left drew their contact persons in turn.

Kui Shuang drew a friend, Mi Lan drew an artist from the same company, and Lin Sen drew his own dance teacher. Although some questioned, "How come they can't even come up with 50,000?", they all passed steadily in the end. Finally, it was Jiang Zhiyu's turn.

The staff member scrolled through his contacts; there were only about twenty people on the screen, mostly e-sports players and coaches.

After sliding around a few times, it randomly stops at a number with the single-character note "Jingchi".

Jiang Zhiyu looked at the contact name on his phone screen, his pupils contracted. He didn't stop the staff from dialing the number, but just watched quietly, like an observer.

[Is this Jingchi? The one who wrote "I Destroy My Life"?]

[Is Jiang Jiangge's mysterious friend finally going to appear?! Aixin, etc.]

[The mystery producer has arrived!]

But no one answered the phone.

beep - beep - beep -

The phone rang for a long time, so long that Jiang Zhiyu once again experienced the despair of almost drowning.

Most of Jing Chi's belongings were taken away by the Jing family, but his cell phone remained with Jiang Zhiyu.

Jiang Zhiyu will continue to top up the phone card that has lost its owner, to ensure that the number with Jing Chi's name on it will not be reclaimed by the operator due to unpaid bills.

At that moment, in Jiang Zhiyu's cabinet, a cell phone with a cracked screen was vibrating.

hum - hum - hum -

Like that blood-red buzzing sound from that day.

Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable...

The phone notification tone echoed throughout the room through the microphone next to the phone's handset. The cold, robotic female voice jolted Jiang Zhiyu awake. He said calmly, "Let's find another one. He's not here."

Unable to contact Jingchi, the staff naturally continued to randomly select the next task target.

The second name was simply written with the letter V.