Before the compet.i.tion started, the venue fell silent. Only the big screen was showing the preparations and interviews of the students backstage.

Fans who had not been able to buy the tickets or appear at the venue were also waiting in front of their screens. They were watching on their phones, computers, and tablets, waiting for the voting to start. They had registered countless voting accounts and were prepared to start the last battle.

Those who were not at the venue could also feel the explosive situation through the images on the screen. The fans of the Eight Immortals would watch it on time. When they saw the Eight Immortals gather again, they were so excited that they teared up. They loved this program's after-sales service.

The outcome was no surprise.

Si Chengluo was first, and he debuted at C position[1].

Cheng Ye, who was second, was only less than 500 votes away from Si Chengluo, who was first. It was unfortunate that he had lost.

Amidst the cheers of the fans, Si Chengluo sat on the throne that symbolized the champion. He wore a crown and waved at the fans in greeting.

The throats of those female fans of Si Chengluo had already gone hoa.r.s.e from all the shouting. Those who were still yelling with all their might were so excited that tears welled in their eyes as they kept calling his name.

s.h.i.+ Lingyu sighed. It was just 500 votes… a trifling 500 votes. She just had to rope in a few more people to vote. She had initially thought that Xiao Ye could turn the tables.

However, Xiao Ye's relations.h.i.+p with Si Chengluo wasn't bad and they were both from the same company. He had long said in the group chat that even if he lost, he would concede and be sincerely convinced. In private, he was very impressed and admitted that this person was slightly stronger than him.

However, where was this Si Chengluo looking at? She frowned and tugged at Ling Sheng. “Sheng Sheng, why do I keep feeling like Si Chengluo is looking at you? Could the rumors about the two of you be true?”

“He's probably looking at the fans? Why would he be looking at me?” Ling Sheng refused to admit it, but she had actually felt his gaze too.

One could feel whoever was watching them and paying attention to them. Ever since her younger brother had gone on stage to perform and been declared as the victor, he had been looking at her from time to time. His gaze followed her like a shadow. When he reached the throne, he looked towards her deeply.

They were close, sitting in the first row. Her vision was good too, so she did not look at the big screen. She only looked at the stage. Even so, she could see the excitement and arrogance in his eyes, as though he was telling her, Look, I did it?

How strange. Why did he have to tell her that? He had done it because he himself was impressive. What did this have to do with her? He was making it seem as though there was something between them.

Si Chengluo's gaze was more moving than ever. It was full of pride, arrogance and grat.i.tude. There even seemed to be lights sparkling at the bottom of his eyes.

In the past, when he had gotten first place, he had not had such a haughty expression on his face. He had always been calm and cool, as though the first place belonged to him. Confidence without any doubt.

All the fans felt that every time he got first place, he was so handsome that it made one's heart pound. However, this was the first time they had seen him look so emotional. It was as though he was telling everyone who supported him that he had done it.

There is a kind of misperception called ‘I have a feeling…' Fans are such a huge group that when they are immersed in joy and moved beyond belief, they cry louder and louder out of excitement, unable to control their emotions.

[1] For an artiste, C position means to take the center stage, becoming the main focus of the audience.