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

The style of Wei Shuang's group is very different from that of Jiang Zhiyu's group. Group B's performance is more affectionate, like a love poem told in a gentle and detailed way.

Although their styles differed, Group B also performed exceptionally well. Kui Shuang, in particular, made the most of her vocal strengths, acting as the "emotional eyes" on stage and drawing the audience into her rhythm.

The song ended.

Jiang Zhiyu, who was waiting on the sidelines with his team members, clapped his hands. His gaze briefly met Kui Shuang's before he quickly looked away.

After each song's performance by Groups A and B, there will be a vote-getting session where you can campaign for yourself or for your team.

Group A of "The Unopened Letter" returned to the stage, standing separately from Group B.

Jiang Zhiyu and Wei Shuang stood in the first position near the center of the group, one meter apart.

But this distance couldn't stop Wei Shuang. He turned to look at Jiang Zhiyu, his eyes shining: "On the stage, you are a very good opponent."

Jiang Zhiyu turned his head to look back, smiled, and said nothing.

Yao Wei, who was standing next to him, also turned his head and glanced at it. He suddenly muttered to himself, "Why is it that even though his expression is normal, I keep hallucinating that there is a golden retriever wagging its tail like crazy?"

The campaigning session proceeded sequentially, with each person having only sixty seconds.

When it was Jiang Zhiyu's turn, he took the microphone and slowly walked to the front of the stage.

The crowd erupted in screams once again, the shouts deafening. He gently raised his hand and pressed it down, and the arena instantly fell silent.

At the center of the stage, he bowed slightly, his attitude humble and sincere. His voice, transmitted clearly through the microphone, resonated throughout the entire venue: "First of all, thank you all for enjoying our performance today, and thank you to every friend who cheered and applauded for us."

"During this time, everyone in our group has been working hard to refine this stage, wanting to present the story and emotions in the song to everyone in their entirety. Receiving everyone's recognition is the greatest encouragement for us."

"Thank you all for your support, and thank you to everyone who likes me and likes us. In the future, I will continue to work hard, treat every stage with my heart, and live up to everyone's love. Thank you."

Without flowery language or exaggerated promises, his campaign speech was simple and sincere, yet every word revealed his true feelings.

As soon as he finished speaking, enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted again, even louder than before.

After the vote-soliciting segment concludes, the final results will be announced after all group performances have finished.

Jiang Zhiyu and his team members bowed deeply to the audience before slowly walking off the stage.

The lake-blue light boards in the stands went out, finally giving the other colored fan light boards a chance to breathe.

Backstage, Jiang Zhiyu's team and its members went to the rest area and sat down to rest.

He picked up the water on the table, tilted his head back and took a sip to calm himself down. Just like he did after every match in the Zeroers League, he silently reviewed the stage he had just played on.

The next team to perform is "Swimming," led by Lin Sen and Chen Yue.

Lin Sen, worthy of being from the same school as Yu Qizhen, displayed just the right amount of stage presence, showcasing a strong aggressiveness in this dance piece, completely different from his everyday self.

Jiang Zhiyu sat on the sofa, quietly watching the broadcast screen, without changing his posture.

Meanwhile, on the internet, the topics of #JiangZhiyuStage# and #JiangZhiyuGodhood# have already surged to the top of the trending searches at an alarming rate.

Photos and videos taken by audience members spread rapidly, and countless netizens were amazed by his performance. The comment section was instantly flooded with comments. A stage carnival for Jiang Zhiyu had just begun.

Since Jiang Zhiyu stepped down, Lu Shanshan has not looked at the stage once again. She raced against time to transfer the original photos from her camera to her computer.

"Which one should I edit..." Lu Shanshan looked through the unedited stage photos with a troubled expression, feeling that every single one was so good that it didn't need any editing.

The "mysterious man passing by" beside him stirred and couldn't help but point to one of the photos: "This one's not bad."

Lu Shanshan first looked at the man with a puzzled expression before looking down at the picture he was pointing to.

This is a photo with a strong sense of atmosphere. Jiang Zhiyu is surrounded by the blue light of the lake, which reflects on his black hair. His eyes are shining, and the tassels on his suit reflect light slightly, hanging on his shoulders like a shooting star streaking across the night sky.

Lu Shanshan gasped, amazed by her beauty.

Then, as if waking from a dream, she turned around with a smile and said confidently, "Don't hide it, you're definitely a Jiang Jiang fan too!"

The man hesitated for a moment, but this time he didn't deny it. Instead, he nodded slightly and said, "Yes, I will support him unconditionally."

Lu Shanshan had seen many similar "fan comments." She chuckled twice, continued holding her laptop, and without editing the photos, she hurriedly adjusted the image size.

[@珊珊珊珊: Unedited photo posted straight. (yigong.jpg)]

Fans quickly replied below:

[Sister Shanshan is creating some amazing pictures again.]

Wow, that's fast! Are you an octopus?

[Holy crap, this is an unedited photo?! Jiang Jiang's unedited photos are truly professionally retouched!]

I have a feeling this will be another viral photo...

How can someone be so incredibly good-looking? I'm completely speechless when it comes to describing their appearance!

By the time Lu Shanshan edited and posted the photos, all twelve performances had finally come to an end.

Next, the individual votes for each group will be announced one by one, and then the team votes will be tallied together.

The live broadcast cameras backstage were still working diligently, while Yu Lan was introducing the competition rules in the front.

"...The trainee with the most individual votes will receive a 200,000-vote bonus in the first round of eliminations, and the trainee with the most team votes will each receive a 100,000-vote bonus in the first round of eliminations..."

For those in the lower-middle ranks, 100,000 is a significant amount; enough to reverse the fate of being eliminated.

[Actually, I can already vaguely guess who will be in first place...]

If he truly deserves first place, then no one can argue with that!

Please stop nursing my child! Please, God bless him!

"Brother Jiang." Shen Fengyu suddenly spoke, his eyes fixed on the broadcast screen.

"What's wrong?"

"I think I have no regrets." He smiled, his eyes filled with relief.

Jiang Zhiyu looked into his eyes and found that the tension that the other man had been suppressing for a long time had disappeared, leaving only endless relaxation and ease.

"I was always afraid of being eliminated. I thought I was afraid of losing this job. But when I actually finished performing on this stage today, I realized that I was just afraid of failing without having the chance to give my all to showcase myself."

Shen Fengyu paused, then leaned back against the soft sofa, her voice slowing as she said, "Thank you so much, Jiang Jiang, you gave me this opportunity."

"Could you please not give this elimination speech?" Yao Wei squeezed between the two, smiling as he continued, "Save the sentimental stuff for when you advance."

"A guessing game with no prize: Can we win?"

Jiang Zhiyu raised an eyebrow and looked at the barrier that separated the stage from the backstage not far away. It was as if he could see the continuous expanse of lake blue through that thick, dark electronic board.

He lowered his eyes and chuckled, "Yes."