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

Jiang Zhiyu gazed quietly into his flickering eyes, remained silent for two seconds, then nodded slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Okay."

Pan Ming was overjoyed and quickly took out his phone to exchange contact information with him.

He patted Jiang Zhiyu on the shoulder, his tone familiar, as if he already considered him his for the taking: "Great, Xiao Jiang! Our boss was watching the whole recording from the audience, and he was very satisfied with you. He specifically told me to make sure you're well taken care of!"

The man's words clearly indicated that he already regarded Jiang Zhiyu as one of his own artists, and his tone gradually became more impolite.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't care about this, nodding dismissively before tugging at his bag.

Pan Ming felt the pulling sensation in his hand, as if he had just remembered that he was still holding onto Jiang Zhiyu's bag. He quickly let go and apologized with a smile.

Having finished one matter, Pan Ming happily went to find Li Ran, shaking her hand and saying flattering things to her.

Jiang Zhiyu calmly withdrew his gaze, picked up his phone, and sent a message: 【It's started.】

After pressing the send button, he put his phone back in his coat pocket, and when he looked up, his eyes met Bai Rong's.

Bai Rong closed her eyes, then looked back at Pan Ming, who was talking to Li Ran with his back to the two of them.

After a long silence, he finally turned around, mustered his courage, and said, "Don't sign the contract."

Jiang Zhiyu slowly clenched his fist in his pocket, his expression unchanged: "Why do you say that?"

"The highest level... is only the first level of hell." Bai Rong lowered her head, her face pale, and her voice was very soft.

He dared not say anything more, nor could he say anything more.

He shook his head, his eyes filled with pain and struggle.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at him, leaned down slightly, and awkwardly but gently raised his hand to gently encircle the slightly trembling white down. He whispered close to his ear, "I'll give you a way to contact me."

After Pan Ming and Li Ran finished their long and enthusiastic conversation, they turned around and saw their future money-making rose and the native flowers and plants huddled together, seemingly talking about something. Pan Ming's face darkened, and he hurriedly walked over.

He subtly pushed aside the white velvet and asked Jiang Zhiyu with a smile, "What's wrong, Xiao Jiang? What are you two talking about?"

Jiang Zhiyu's gaze remained fixed on Bai Rong's pale face as he calmly replied, "Brother Bai Rong seems a bit tired. Go back and rest early."

Without waiting for Pan Ming's reaction, he turned to the others and said, "Let's go back."

On the return trip in the business van, the carriage was quiet and smooth. Several hours of live variety show broadcasts had left everyone somewhat tired.

Not long after, Jiang Zhiyu's phone vibrated, and a message popped up: [Received, in progress.]

"Shangcheng Entertainment wants to sign you as an agent?" Mi Lan, who was in the front row, finally couldn't help but turn around and ask softly.

These words instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the car, and everyone looked at Jiang Zhiyu.

Jiang Zhiyu nodded frankly, without denying it.

"But..." Mi Lan frowned, somewhat hesitant.

"What's wrong?"

"Shangcheng doesn't have a good reputation in the industry." Mi Lan frowned, her tone tactful, but her eyes flashed with disapproval.

He glanced at Jiang Zhiyu, whose expression hadn't changed much, and added, "I think it's a waste to sign you to a management contract. You should reconsider."

Just as Jiang Zhiyu was about to speak, his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket, interrupting him.

Buzz—Buzz—

He took his phone out of his pocket and looked down at it.

A call from an unknown number flashed on the phone screen. Jiang Zhiyu paused for a moment, pressed the green answer button, and put the phone to his ear.

"Hello there."

There was complete silence on the other end of the phone; no one answered for a long time.

Jiang Zhiyu frowned and spoke again, "Who is it?"

Kui Shuang, who had been silent for a long time, leaned back in her chair and looked at him, her fingertips lightly tapping her knee.

Jiang Zhiyu, who had been waiting in vain for a reply, lost his patience and was about to hang up when he suddenly heard several low, overlapping screams coming from the phone receiver.

The sound is harsh and even becomes sharp after electronic processing.

Several different voices followed eagerly in the call.

"Is it really Jiang Zhiyu?"

"Holy crap, we actually beat it!!"

"Baby, could you please stop smiling at them so much when you're offline? It's really annoying."

For a moment, Jiang Zhiyu was still somewhat stunned.

During his time playing for RXG, Lin Shi protected his privacy very well, so he never encountered anything like this.

This kind of strange talk from unfamiliar phone calls is a far cry from the Jiang Zhiyu of the past.

Therefore, it took him a few seconds to belatedly realize, oh, it's another illegitimate child.

The conversation on the other end of the phone began to take a turn for the worse.

"Could you please stay away from those vampires? They're disgusting."

"Why don't you retire and focus on being an idol and making people laugh? You don't seem to want to play much anymore, so it's a good opportunity to join the idol industry and contribute to the development of the domestic idol industry."

"Jiang Zhiyu, is cutting your hand in a local 'thunderbolt' style cool? What are you pretending for?"

The voices of the group were shrill, accompanied by a burst of loud, unrestrained laughter.

Jiang Zhiyu lowered his hand expressionlessly and coldly hung up the inexplicable call.

"What's wrong?" Even Lin Sen could see that his expression was not good, so he asked cautiously.

Jiang Zhiyu pursed his lips as he looked at the unfamiliar caller ID flashing on his phone screen again, and quickly added it to his blacklist.

He then replied in a low voice, "It seems to be a illegitimate child."

Mi Lan stared wide-eyed: "Again? Didn't the production team say they were cracking down on this? Where did they get your phone number?"

As they were talking, Jiang Zhiyu's phone vibrated a few more times. This time it wasn't a call, but a text message.

[Unknown Number 1: Why did you block me? Did we guess right? Are you getting anxious?]

[Unknown number 2: Sigh, baby, we're only doing this for your own good. Think about it carefully.]

[Unknown Number 3: The group is about to be formed, so we'll be able to "meet" offline more often in the future. Look forward to it, bro!]

[Unknown number 4: Wants to deliver a gift to Jiangjiang's house.]

Each line of text is obsessive and bizarre, carrying a suffocating voyeuristic desire.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at his phone, which was constantly buzzing with messages, leaned back in his chair, and chuckled softly.

Lin Sen and Mi Lan, who were leaning over to look at the message, were furious and shouted, "Why are these people so arrogant?" When they saw that Jiang Zhiyu could still laugh, they couldn't help but widen their eyes and suspect that he had gone crazy from anger.

The constantly vibrating phone was really annoying, so Jiang Zhiyu simply pressed and held the power button to turn the phone off.

Then he raised his head again, a smile playing on his lips: "It's nothing, I just found it funny."

"Do you need any help?" Kui Shuang suddenly spoke up from beside him, her voice low and serious.

"No need," Jiang Zhiyu paused, "it's nothing serious."

But major events followed one after another.

His medical records were disclosed online by an anonymous user.