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

Shen Fengyu's pupils suddenly contracted, and he reflexively reached out to help.

In the nick of time, he only managed to grab Jiang Zhiyu's inner sleeve.

But there was no time to think about that now. Shen Fengyu exerted force with one hand and pulled hard, while at the same time his other hand suddenly reached out and firmly grabbed Jiang Zhiyu's other shoulder, which barely prevented him from falling to the ground.

When he half-squatted down and pulled the exhausted Jiang Zhiyu into his arms, Shen Fengyu was surprised to find that the other's body was burning hot, like a furnace that was constantly radiating heat.

He looked down and saw that Jiang Zhiyu's eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, which dampened the fine hairs on his forehead, and his breathing was heavy and rapid.

【？？？？？？？？】

【Holy crap?!??????????】

What's going on?

【Aaaaaaah, what happened to Jiang Zhiyu?!?】

Why did she suddenly faint?

I said I'd knock you out with a hammer, but I didn't actually knock you out!

[I told you we couldn't practice anymore! Hurry, get him to the hospital!!]

My heart has stopped, please don't do this...

Oh no......

Yao rushed to their side, kneeling down with a thud to check on Jiang Zhiyu. His eyes were filled with panic as he urgently asked, "What happened??"

Shen Fengyu's expression was solemn. He kept his arms around Shen Fengyu's head, reached out a hand to brush away the stray hairs that had fallen across his forehead, and gently placed the back of his hand against Shen Fengyu's forehead.

Feeling the temperature on his skin, his brow furrowed even more: "He probably has a fever."

The staff responsible for the equipment in the training room had already left, leaving only Jiang Zhiyu, Yao Wei, Shen Fengyu, Dong Fa, and Lu Renjia in the large room.

Yao Wei's face turned bright red with anxiety, and his body trembled uncontrollably: "I'll send someone!"

He suddenly stood up, turned around and ran out of the room, not noticing the stiff gazes and expressions of Dong Fa and Lu Renjia in the practice room.

Shen Fengyu tried to pick him up, but Jiang Zhiyu was limp and fell down, and the position made it difficult to exert force, so he failed several times.

So he had no choice but to give up and squatted down in place, waiting for Yao to call for help.

The waiting process was nerve-wracking. Shen Fengyu anxiously looked up and glanced back and forth, taking in the expressions of Dong Fa and Lu Renjia.

He looked down in confusion, following their gaze, and saw Jiang Zhiyu's arm exposed to the air.

Immediately, Shen Fengyu also froze on the spot.

What you see is shocking.

Jiang Zhiyu's arm hung limply, and several deep and shallow scars crawled across his fair skin.

The scars, of varying lengths, stretched across his thin arm like fine cracks in porcelain, embedded in his flesh.

The pale, overgrown skin that had healed was particularly striking, and the grotesque stitching lines on the interlaced patterns created an illusion of something grotesque.

The practice room fell into a deathly silence.

Shen Fengyu's first reaction was: It's over.

Dong Fa and Lu Renjia stood there, somewhat at a loss. They wanted to do something to cover up for Jiang Zhiyu, but they were afraid that it would be too self-deceptive and would only attract attention.

They could see it clearly from a short distance away.

First, when Shen Fengyu grabbed Jiang Zhiyu, he accidentally pulled up the other's sleeve, and then in the subsequent pulling, the other's arm was completely exposed.

Now, the question of why Jiang Zhiyu insisted on wearing long sleeves was immediately answered in this cruel way that no one wanted to see.

Shen Fengyu's mind was in chaos, and he could only feel a dull ache in his arm.

With a tight smile, he casually pulled down Jiang Zhiyu's slightly loose sleeve, covering up the marks that symbolized the heavy past.

Unfortunately, there are no secrets in a high-definition live streaming camera.

[You have a fever? Is it because you got caught in the rain on your way to the fan meeting??]

[Damn it, I'm so angry! I'm going to kill those mad dogs!]

Wait a minute? What's that on Jiang Zhiyu's arm?

【Wait, am I seeing things? What is that??】

【scar?】

[OMG...no, I have a bad feeling...]

【Huh? ??? It's not that I didn't see clearly, what's wrong? What is that? What are you talking about?】

The live stream chat was still flooded with comments when, a second later, the staff monitoring the backstage noticed something was wrong and the live stream was abruptly cut off.

The screen was completely black, with only a few small words remaining: The streamer you are following is not currently live.

A series of hurried footsteps soon came from outside the practice room.

Several staff members wearing name tags rushed into the room, their faces anxious: "What happened?"

Yao followed behind, panting, and said urgently, "Suddenly, I fainted."

Shen Fengyu placed the back of his hand on Jiang Zhiyu's forehead again to confirm, then his face turned serious: "He probably has a fever. Strenuous exercise while having a fever is probably too much for his body to handle."

"Quickly, get him to the hospital."

The staff also looked terrible. At this critical juncture, no matter what problems Jiang Zhiyu encountered, their production team couldn't afford to take responsibility.

Several people rushed forward to help Jiang Zhiyu up, but just as they bent down, they heard a gust of wind rush past them.

Before they could even react to what was happening, they saw a hand with distinct knuckles reach out and steadily support Jiang Zhiyu, who was slowly sliding down due to the movements of the group.

Immediately, the newcomer swept his strong arm across, scooped the unconscious Jiang Zhiyu from Shen Fengyu's arms, and carried him out with firm and hurried steps.

Several staff members were taken aback, exchanged glances, and quickly chased after her: "Wei Shuang, we've parked the van at the building entrance, just get in!"

Kui Shuang kept walking, her lips tightly pressed together, forming a thin line.

The heavy rain still hadn't stopped. As darkness fell, the rain curtain resembled a terrifying beast, its gaping maw gushing with dark, murky liquid.

The group hurriedly got into the car and sped off towards the hospital.

Inside the program crew's meeting room, Hong Liu was still having a large meeting with several security personnel, completely unaware of what was happening outside.

A loud knock on the door interrupted his speech. He looked at the staff member who had just opened the door with displeasure, his tone tinged with annoyance: "Didn't I say that no matter how important the matter, it shouldn't interrupt this meeting?"

The staff member who pushed open the door sounded terrified: "But Director Hong, the sky has fallen!"

Hong Liu was taken aback, then abruptly stood up and walked out: "What do you mean? Tell me slowly."

The staff member handed him the phone that had been left outside the meeting room, panting heavily: "Director Hong, I think you need to leave immediately. Jiang Zhiyu has fainted and is on his way to the hospital."

Before he could finish speaking, Hong Liu stopped in his tracks, his face filled with shock: "What? Jiang Zhiyu fainted?"

"Yes, I fainted in the practice room."

"No, why?"

"The specific cause is still unknown, but they sent him to the hospital as soon as they received the news."

"Hurry, hurry, we have to get there too!"