It was his first time facing thousands of spectators. The audience seating stretched infinitely, a vast sea of human heads cloaked in darkness.
He could hear the steady breathing of his teammates walking behind him; everyone was nervous.
Except for him.
What difference did it make between hundreds of spectators and thousands? Someday, perhaps, he would face tens of thousands.
The only thing he cared about...
Rong Xianning's gaze seemingly fell unintentionally in the direction of the front-row seats, his eyes brushing lightly like a passing feather.
The audience area was steeped in darkness, nothing visible.
Was she there?
The thought of this possibility caused his heartbeat to quicken slightly.
The cameraman, well-versed in what the audience liked to see, aimed the lens at Rong Xianning's face. As a result, the massive LED screen at the side of the stage lit up with the image of a young boy.
