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

There weren't many people in the cafeteria. The soft clatter of plates and the low murmur of staff chatting mingled together, carrying a faint aroma of food.

Jiang Zhiyu, holding a bowl of vegetable salad, found a corner by the window to sit down. He gently poked at the corn in the bowl with his fork, but he didn't have much of an appetite and just mechanically put it into his mouth.

pat.

A plate full of meat and vegetables was placed in front of Jiang Zhiyu, who was engrossed in eating salad. He chewed on boiled broccoli expressionlessly and looked up.

The owner of the plate was a guy with a buzz cut and an arrogant look on his face; he was Ahn Joon-young, also from Class A.

Ahn Joon-young is a deceptively sweet-looking guy, while Deng Su-shui, who also generated a lot of buzz before the show aired, is more aggressive in personality.

At first, Jiang Zhiyu and An Junying had almost no interaction. Jiang Zhiyu even forgot what the name of this man with a buzz cut and who looked intimidating was.

However, during the later stages of theme song training, the two "Kings of Roll" who were equally committed to leaving get off work late had more interactions because they walked back to their dormitory together late at night, which brought them closer together.

He pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Jiang Zhiyu, his tone slightly surprised, and his voice deliberately lowered.

"Jiang, have you heard? We have a business photoshoot this afternoon. The staff just mentioned it."

Jiang Zhiyu glanced up at him, his fork pausing in mid-air: "I haven't heard. Wasn't it supposed to be a holiday this afternoon?"

Ahn Joon-young picked up a mouthful of rice and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing a few times, he shook his head, his tone firm yet tinged with helplessness: "It's just polite talk. This is hardly a holiday. For us, a holiday is just busier than usual. All sorts of miscellaneous filming and interviews are piled up, and we can't have a moment to rest."

He took a bite of chicken leg meat, glanced at the green and white things in Jiang Zhiyu's bowl, and asked in surprise, "You like to eat vegetables?"

Jiang Zhiyu doesn't like to eat vegetables. During the worst period when he has the least appetite, he chooses various meats as food to maintain his vital signs.

He chewed a few mouthfuls of leafy greens, his bulging mouth tightly shut.

The side effects of continuous medication can lead to weight gain. The staff, who were keenly aware of Jiang Zhiyu's slight weight gain, were puzzled as to why he would gain weight despite his high level of exercise. However, in order to maintain his best appearance on camera, they had to require him to control his weight through diet.

Just then, a girl wearing a program crew uniform walked over from a short distance away, carrying a tablet and wearing a professional, gentle smile.

She nodded to the two of them, handed them the phones they had all handed in before joining the production team, and then opened the schedule in her hand, reading out the upcoming arrangements one by one.

"Jiang Zhiyu and An Junying, let me tell you about the afternoon and evening schedule." The girl's voice was clear and her pace was not fast, but she explained the dense arrangements very clearly.

She first read out An Junying's schedule, the packed schedule making him look ashen-faced.

Jiang Zhiyu...

Two photos were taken between 2 and 3 PM, one for backup and one for follow-up.

From 3 to 6 o'clock, we moved to the recording studio to shoot three commercials: one with Ahn Joon-young, one with Kui Sang, and one solo commercial for yourself.

A one-hour live stream from the dormitory at 7 PM;

"We also have to film an e-sports variety show for the camp at 8 PM, which will probably go on until late at night."

Jiang Zhiyu, who had been slowly eating his salad, froze completely.

He opened his eyes slightly, his eyes devoid of emotion, but you could see obvious daze in them. His mind seemed to be stunned by this series of events, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

What he had expected to be a half-day holiday was suddenly filled to the brim, leaving him no time to breathe. The non-stop schedule from afternoon to late at night made him hesitate.

River, who has never experienced the harsh realities of business and whose daily routine consists of shuttling between the training room and home, is somewhat unfamiliar with this.

An Junying was also taken aback and couldn't help but complain, "Jiang's schedule is way too packed. Are you guys just taking advantage of him?"

The staff member just smiled helplessly and added, "Oh, right, there's one more thing. You two need to remember to register a social media account specifically for players and complete the verification before 2 PM this afternoon. The first post must be a self-published post with a picture, and the official Weibo account will repost it simultaneously. Remember to get it done on time, because we'll be collecting the phones after 2 PM."

After saying this, the staff member gave a few more instructions, then took the tablet, turned around, and left to notify the other contestants.

Jiang Zhiyu took a bite of his fork and sighed deeply.

Ahn Joon-young, standing to the side, picked up his phone and fiddled with it, muttering to himself, "What am I supposed to post? Can I only post selfies...?"

"It's okay if it's not."

As he spoke, Jiang Zhiyu casually patted the half-eaten vegetable salad on the table, then ate the rest one bite at a time, leaving the bowl clean, without even a single scrap of vegetable left.

When he returned to 310, the room was quiet. Lin Sen had not yet come back. Only Mi Lan was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, pressing her phone. When she saw him come in, she looked up and greeted him.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't say much. He went straight to his bed, opened the drawer of his bedside table, and took out a white medicine box with dense English labels printed on it.

He opened the medicine box, poured out two white pills, placed them in his palm, picked up the water glass on the table, tilted his head back, and swallowed the pills with practiced ease.

Mi Lan happened to see this, and she stopped what she was doing, asking curiously, "Zhiyu, I've wanted to ask you for a long time, what is this that you eat every day?"

Jiang Zhiyu closed the medicine box, put it back in the drawer, and said casually, "It's a multivitamin."

His expression didn't seem unusual, so Mi Lan didn't think much of it, nodded, and then lowered her head to continue registering an account without asking any further questions.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, took out his personal cell phone that the production crew had just returned from his shirt pocket, and turned on the screen with his fingertips.

I opened that social media app that I don't use often, and as soon as I logged in, my phone suddenly froze, then crashed, and the screen went black for a moment before lighting up again.

He frowned, reopened the app, and this time, countless message pop-ups flooded in. Private messages, comments, and forwarding notifications were piled up densely, almost bursting the screen, all belonging to the account @RXG-River.

The messages from fans, netizens, and people in the industry are overwhelming and dizzying.

The comments on his latest post are constantly being updated:

The new ZPL season is about to start, R-God, how can I survive without you?

【Wait for you.】

[Bro, could you occasionally log on and check on your lonely fans?]

How long will you need to rest? Will you be able to play in the new season?

[It's probably hopeless; his game account hasn't been logged into for over a month.]

[Such a big, living person, has no one ever run into him?! Tell me how he is so I can feel at ease 555]

Holy crap!

The River social media account is now online.

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