When the host handed him the microphone, Nan Yue seemed to awaken abruptly, then accepted it with a mix of surprise and flattery, his hands still trembling slightly.
She blinked, her eyes glistening with a faint moisture, and spoke with slight hesitation: “Thank you, Professor Sheng, and thank you to all the other judges; I will continue to work hard!” It turned out she was not indifferent but utterly stunned.
Realizing she was only eighteen years old, the host didn’t press her further; instead, he took the microphone and smoothly moved on to the next step.
This little episode seemed to pass unnoticed, but apart from Sheng Jingheng and Nan Yue, none of the others could easily accept it.
After the host left, Nan Yue lowered her head, appearing so overwhelmed with excitement that she avoided making eye contact with Sheng Jingheng.
In her mind, 005 gently reminded her.
“Host, if you successfully defeat Sheng Jingheng, the subsequent main quests will proceed much more smoothly!” This was immediately prompted to her by 005 right after she spoke.
She has already caught Sheng Jingheng’s attention, making it the perfect opportunity to approach him strategically and lay the groundwork for her future success.
Nan Yue didn’t pay much attention to it; she was thinking about something else—the person who had confessed his feelings in his true form was Sheng Jingheng.
It’s quite strange, but someone of Sheng Jingheng’s stature always has a large entourage accompanying him wherever he goes.
But that day, during practice, the original character was ostracized by his teammates and secretly ran to the building’s rooftop to cry—where he encountered Sheng Jingheng who had appeared alone.
She has been a fan of Sheng Jingheng for many years, and she attended this talent show specifically because he happened to be one of the judges.
So, on impulse, I confessed my feelings.
As a result, the man looked at her with a blank expression and said, “If your intentions are not pure, you’d better leave early.” He neither regarded her as a fan nor as someone seeking a relationship; instead, he outright labeled her as someone with dirty motives who wanted to devote herself to him in order to advance his career.
Although he knew Sheng Jingheng never showed favoritism toward fans, he was still deeply affected by this situation, to the point that during the team’s last performance, he significantly hindered the group’s performance.
After the performance, she still left the stage in tears.
As a result, Qi Xi and Luo Wenshan grew even more hostile toward her, and the number of online critics targeting her increased significantly.
And thus, there emerged the present-day Southern Yue.
This man must still remember her—just like during that rooftop confession, he remained unaware of her true identity until then.
That’s why I said those things.
Nan Yue wondered whether he truly appreciated her solo performance this time, or if it was merely an act.
You elevate her to such heights that the slightest mistake could lead to her complete downfall.
But she wasn’t afraid at all.
As I was lost in thought, trying to sort out those memories that didn’t belong to me, the episode had already come to a complete end before I knew it.
As Nanyue followed everyone off the stage to retrieve his belongings in the changing room, he was eventually trapped in a corner and only then remembered that there were two minor issues left unresolved.
She lazily raised her eyes and glanced at their faces. Having just successfully advanced, completed the first main quest, and earned 100 Spirit Stones, she was in a pretty good mood at that moment.
She kindly advised, “Try to stay indoors these days; if you must go out, avoid crowded places.” Qi Xi and Luo Wenshan had come to confront her about the matter. Before they could even utter their angry words, they heard those exact words, and their faces immediately turned stern.
Feeling a bit tired, Nanyue casually pushed the two people aside and went to the changing room to change clothes.
“Stop right there!” Qi Xi snapped back to reality, trying to grab her, but his hand slipped inexplicably—even though it had clearly touched her sleeve—he couldn’t hold on.
By the time Nanyue had swiftly taken control of a changing room, a staff member arrived and impatiently urged, “Hurry up—the door will lock in ten minutes.”