One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"Since Wang Bing wants to go, then let's not take up a spot as a regular contestant. We can let him join the group as a support staff member."

"To put it simply, they are specifically responsible for carrying bags, handing out water, and buying boxed lunches for Chu Lan and the others."

Zhang Tianyi glanced at Zhang Chulan, who was trying to suppress his laughter, and casually added:

“Tell Wang Ai. If Wang Bing is willing to be this tea-serving underling, I don’t mind taking him to Tokyo to broaden his horizons.”

"If he doesn't want to, then let him go somewhere cool and stay there!"

Chapter 320 The Frenzied Support Group

The Wang Family Mansion in Beijing.

"Clap!"

Another precious blue-and-white porcelain teacup was smashed to pieces on the floor of the study.

"This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"

Wang Ai's cane pounded the ground with a deafening sound, and spittle flew everywhere:

"Make my precious baby serve tea and water to Zhang Tianyi? And carry bags for that little bastard Zhang Chulan?!"

"Does Zhang Tianyi really think this world is his Longhu Mountain's backyard?! He wants to establish his authority by stepping on the Wang family's reputation? Dream on!"

Wang Bing, standing to the side, was also furious.

He kicked away the shards of porcelain on the ground, gritting his teeth and jumping up and down:

"Grandpa, I would rather die than take this job! I, the dignified successor of the Spirit-Binding and Commanding Technique, would go to Japan to be their babysitter?"

If this gets back to China, how am I supposed to survive in this industry? I might as well just hang myself with a noodle!

"Go to hell!"

Wang Ai snorted coldly, her eyes filled with malice: "Since Zhang Tianyi is so shameless, our Wang family will just take this spot!"

"This trip to Japan is extremely dangerous. Let him lead those remnants of his army to fight to the death with the foreign powers! It would be best if they all perished in Tokyo, so I don't have to go through all that trouble later!"

Wang Ai took out her phone and dialed Zhao Fangxu's number directly.

He bluntly stated, "Wang Bing has suddenly fallen seriously ill and is not fit to travel far," and then hung up the phone without hesitation.

……

While the Wang family grandfather and grandson were at home, filled with impotent rage...

The headquarters of the World Society, top floor, CEO's office.

Feng Zhenghao hung up the private line he was calling Zhang Chulan.

This shrewd businessman, who had been navigating the business world for decades, laughed excitedly at that moment.

"Xing Tong! Stop practicing and hurry up and pack your luggage."

Feng Zhenghao pushed open the door to the lounge and shouted at Feng Xingtong, who was meditating:

"Prepare some daily necessities, and also bring the black card!"

Feng Xingtong opened her eyes, looking bewildered: "Dad? What's going on? Weren't we not included in the exchange competition in Japan?"

"There were no spots available before, but there are now!"

Feng Zhenghao strode over, patted his son on the shoulder, and his smile was even brighter than if he had just signed a multi-million dollar deal:

"That old fool Wang Ai refused the logistics support position that Senior Zhang had bestowed upon her! Your father just swallowed his pride and insisted on taking this position!"

"Logistics support?" Feng Xingtong was stunned, her lips twitching slightly. "Dad, to put it bluntly, isn't it just being a laborer carrying bags..."

"Foolish!"

Feng Zhenghao slapped Feng Xingtong on the back of the head, his expression conveying a sense of disappointment and frustration.

"You think that's just an ordinary handbag? That's a handbag for Master Tian Shu!"

"Even the most extraordinary people in the world would be vying for a chance to serve that man his foot-washing water, but they still wouldn't be able to get a chance!"

"This is called being in a prime position and getting the moon first! This is called the downward compatibility of top-tier resources!"

Feng Zhenghao pressed his hands on his son's shoulders earnestly:

"Xing Tong, when you get there, do whatever your brother Chu Lan tells you to do. Be observant and quick on your feet."

"Just getting into this inner circle and going out with that guy to broaden your horizons is better than ten years of secluded training at home!"

Looking at his father's fanatical appearance of "selling his son for glory" and being proud of it.

Feng Xingtong sighed helplessly and nodded resignedly:

"Alright, Dad, I'll go get ready right away..."

……

Having secured the last spot for manual labor, Zhang Tianyi spent two peaceful days at Xishan Manor, eating and sleeping all day long.

Two days later.

Beijing Capital International Airport, Terminal 3.

The departure hall was in complete chaos today.

I don't know who leaked the flight number of the Chinese delegation departing for Tokyo today.

The entire A area of ​​Terminal 3 was transformed into a massive fan meet-and-greet extravaganza.

"Excuse me! Please make way! Don't push!"

Zhang Chulan was wearing a black tracksuit today, with an extra-large travel bag hanging on his chest.

He spread his arms like a mother hen, protecting Chen Duo and Feng Baobao behind him, and struggled to push forward in the crowd.

"Bao'er! Don't stop looking at that candied hawthorn vendor, Chairman Zhao is urging us again!"

Zhang Chulan was sweating profusely with anxiety.

And at the very rear of the group.

The newly appointed henchman, Feng Xingtong, was pushing a luggage cart piled up like a small mountain.

He had two U-shaped pillows hanging around his neck, a bag of snacks in his left hand, and several parasols tucked under his right arm. He was so tired that he was sticking out his tongue.

"Phew... My dad was right, this job really does build up physical strength..." Feng Xingtong muttered, trying to find humor in the situation.

But compared to these few struggling logistics staff...

The two true stars in the group were enjoying top-tier celebrity treatment at that moment.

"Ahhhh! Qing-ge! Look this way! Zhuge Qing, I love you!!!"

On the left side of the hall, dozens of girls wearing matching blue fan club T-shirts were holding up glowing light boards and banners and screaming wildly.

Today, Zhuge Qing was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a well-tailored casual suit.

He put one hand in his pocket and waved to the fans with great elegance.

His signature squinty eyes narrowed slightly, and a perfectly timed smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you for coming from afar. Please be careful on your way back and avoid crowding."

Zhuge Qing's gentle voice was like a spring breeze, instantly raising the decibel level of the screams on the other side by two levels.

"Old Qing, that's enough, get out of here!"

Wang Ye, walking beside him, pulled his baseball cap brim down extremely low, as if he wanted to bury his entire face in the collar of his hoodie.

"If I had known this would happen, I would have swum across the East China Sea rather than come through the main gate with you!"

However, Zhuge Qing's side made a big commotion.

But compared to the fervor in the very center of the hall, it was nothing.

"True Man Tian Shu! Your magical power is boundless!"

"Sweep across the East! Unstoppable!!!"

A giant red banner with gold lettering, more than ten meters long, was held high by dozens of young people.

The one leading the way was none other than Lu Linglong, who had specially changed into a pleated skirt and tied her hair in pigtails today.

The girl was even holding a megaphone, looking like a fervent cheerleader captain.

"Sisters! Shout out the slogan! Let the whole world know how powerful our God is!"

Under Lu Linglong's command, hundreds of young men and women from the supernatural world, who had spontaneously organized themselves, shouted with the spirit of military training.

And right at the center of this wave of noise.

Zhang Tianyi was wearing a flowing black trench coat today, with a pure white shirt underneath, the collar casually open.

A pair of large, black-rimmed sunglasses sat on his nose.

Faced with this overwhelming support, Zhang Tianyi showed no embarrassment whatsoever, unlike Wang Ye.

Instead, they slowed down and thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

A nonchalant, mischievous smile played on his lips.

He even stopped in his tracks, brushed a stray hair from his forehead with one hand, and gave Lu Linglong a "cool" gesture.

This one action.

This completely ignited the atmosphere at the scene.

What a scene, what a spectacle!

The ordinary passersby who were queuing up to check their luggage and had no idea about the ways of the supernatural world were completely dumbfounded.

Several middle-aged women, dragging suitcases, huddled together, peering around curiously.

"Wow, which entertainment company launched this new boy group? They're incredibly popular!"

Several young people carrying long lenses and cameras squeezed over, looking bewildered.

"I don't know! That look, that aura... Is there such a person in the entertainment industry? How come I've never seen him trending on social media?"

"Who cares! This guy's looks are a hundred times better than those top young male idols! His aura is amazing!"