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

As darkness fell, the city, illuminated by neon lights, shone brilliantly and dazzlingly.

Skyscrapers stand tall on this bustling land, their shimmering lights casting a hazy glow over the streets.

The vibrant nightlife and the ever-lit office buildings each go their own way in their respective areas, while only the shadows in the corners are silently spreading outwards.

In the alleyways, rats brushed past pedestrians' trouser legs and scurried back into the dark underground pipes with a soft "whoosh," startling the pedestrians before quickly disappearing into the darkness.

"Me?"

"Damn it, wasn't it supposed to start at 8 o'clock? It's already 01 minutes past the hour!" The viewers who had been waiting and refreshing the page were getting impatient and scratching their heads.

The live stream room on Bai Rong's personal account, which was still black, had over 10 online viewers anxiously waiting for the screen to light up.

His previous live stream announcements truly piqued the curiosity of countless people, to the point that many complete strangers were also drawn in to watch the drama unfold.

[Brother? Brother Bai? Brother Rong? Are you coming again?]

[They probably already received a satisfactory hush money, how disappointing.]

[What is it that you can't say? Tell me! Why didn't you open the door when you invited us over?! (Angry)]

[Can you guys calm down? It's only been a minute, why are you acting like it's the end of the world?]

[Uh, even the fans aren't worried, why are you all so anxious?]

Bai Rong stared at the rapidly flashing bullet comments, her fingertips trembling slightly as she hovered over the start-the-stream button without making a move.

After a long while, he looked up at the man who was sitting silently off-camera.

Even though the agreed time had passed, the other party did not urge him, but just smiled reassuringly at him and silently mouthed: It's okay.

Bai Rong lowered her eyes again, took a deep breath, and gently pressed the start button.

A pale face appeared on the screen.

He wasn't wearing makeup, and his bare face looked somewhat haggard. Although he exuded a deep weariness, his eyes were bright.

Behind her was a large glass window, which partially captured the neon street scene of the city at night. The lights floated outside the glass window, but they were far less bright than the light in Bai Rong's eyes at this moment.

As soon as the live stream started, countless viewers who had been waiting poured in, instantly filling the entire screen with comments.

Bai Rong also did several live streams during the promotion of the drama "Love is Perfect", but the data was only standard for celebrities in the industry and far from being a huge hit, let alone comparable to the current popularity of the live stream.

He was self-aware that the current buzz mostly stemmed from people's curiosity and desire for gossip, with genuine fans making up only a small portion of it.

But this part was particularly important. Bai Rong caught the familiar IDs that flashed by in the barrage, and as she read their comforting or anxious messages, her tense heart slowly relaxed.

After this live broadcast, whether the road ahead leads to an abyss or a new lease on life remains to be seen, but he will not regret it.

Time ticked by, but the host of the live stream remained silent, ignoring the urging of the chat and focusing intently on the list of online viewers, quietly watching the numbers climb.

Meanwhile, in dormitory 310, Jiang Zhiyu sat alone at his desk.

After Lin Sen and Mi Lan finished filming the double interview, they took Jiang Zhiyu, who was waiting for them, back to their dormitory. They grabbed some things and were then hurriedly called away by the staff, leaving Jiang Zhiyu, who was unusually free that day, to rest in his room.

This kind of leisure seems all the more precious to Jiang Zhiyu, who is currently the most popular celebrity.

Jiang Zhiyu held his phone, opened the Bai Rong Live social media app, and clicked into Bai Rong Live's live stream through a push notification.

The thin man in the picture was in worse condition than during the last variety show recording. Without heavy makeup to cover it up, his haggard appearance was on full display.

Bai Rong remained silent. Jiang Zhiyu glanced at the number of online viewers and, as expected, saw the number of viewers displayed at the top.

He gently placed his phone, which was still running in the live stream, on the table beside him, quietly opened the notebook in front of him, lowered his eyes, and carefully wrote down each word of his daily journal entry.

Jiang Zhiyu wrote the first sentence without hesitation: [Today was fulfilling. I ate my low-fat meal properly because I was worried about water retention and looking bad.]

Bai Rong on the screen finally spoke: "Hello everyone, I am Bai Rong from Shangcheng Entertainment."

In the video, he holds up his ID card: "I want to file a formal complaint against Shangcheng Entertainment."

These words immediately sparked an uproar in the live chat.

[As expected of Shangcheng Entertainment. This company already had a terrible reputation in the industry; they were just waiting for this day to come.]

Wow, a real-name report? That seems like a serious matter.

[Support your rights... We, your fans, have seen how you've been exploited these past few years.]

Shangcheng Entertainment has gone bankrupt!

Bai Rong looked firmly into the live-streaming camera, took out the first document in her hand, and displayed it in front of the camera: "What I have in my hand is the contract with Shangcheng Entertainment. The contract includes a 20-year service period, a penalty of over 100 million yuan for breach of contract, and a 1/9 revenue share."

He brought the contract closer, the black and white text clearly imprinted in the camera lens. He flipped through the pages one by one, pointing out the key points on each page, and said, "After the live broadcast, I will also take photos of all the paper materials involved tonight and post them on social media."

However, a few flimsy agency contracts involving unfair terms are hardly a big deal in the entertainment industry.

That's it? Forget it, you've wasted my time.

Brother, you're beating the drum to plead your case over such a trivial matter?

[These unfair contract terms won't be recognized by the courts. Just sue to terminate the contract; you definitely won't get that much in compensation.]

[That's strange. If it's so corrupt, why did you sign the contract in the first place?]

Pan Ming looked at the chaotic barrage of comments with satisfaction, full of praise for the efficiency of the company's online army organization.

"There shouldn't be only this, right?" Pan Ming's assistant frowned, keeping a close eye on public opinion, and took a moment to observe Pan Ming's expression.

Pan Ming scoffed, "It's definitely more than that."

The assistant chuckled in agreement: "I just don't believe he has the nerve to say that—"

On the screen, Bai Rong spoke again, interrupting him: "Yes, so they won't use contracts to control their main artists."

The assistant's expression changed, and he cautiously glanced at Pan Ming again. The other man's face had changed, and his eyes were filled with a deep sense of malice.

Jiang Zhiyu paused, then continued writing: "[The recording studio has a very good ecosystem. Recently, we've noticed many ants wandering around the machines, even invading the equipment. They hired someone to clean the ant nest, and I accidentally stared at it for a long time as I passed by.]"

Bai Rong's somewhat hoarse voice came from the screen: "Shangcheng Entertainment uses the private videos and personal safety of its artists as the biggest means to manipulate and threaten us."

"Why did I sign the contract?" He closed his eyes, paused for a long time, as if asking himself.