"Oh my god, look at Sian walking between those two—
All three of them look absolutely stunning together! Aaaah!"
"BOY! Sian is wearing red! He looks so charming, so beautiful, so unreal... I’m having a nosebleed!"
"Red, black, and gray? What a combination. Approved from my side."
"It’s not just you—everyone approves of this trio and that face. Our beloved Sian is always the most handso. I bet international fashion brands will be contacting him after this party."
"And he’s not even wearing any makeup... God, I won’t wish for anything else. Just give skin and beauty like Sian’s, please!"
"Keep dreaming, sis. Dreams are free... Reality is painful."
"It’s so tragic that after tonight, we won’t see my darling Sian for a whole week until the second round starts."
"Yes, even this sister is crying in the corner... I don’t think I can survive a single day without seeing Brother Sian!"
"Ma’am, aren’t you ashad calling yourself a ’sister’ when you’re over fifty?"
"Shut it! I’m Sian’s younger sister, who are you talking about? Get out of my way!"
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The livestream was as blazing hot as ever, especially once the party began and the contestants, guests, and judges made their grand entrance.
Everyone had clearly given it their all to look their best tonight—
Well, almost everyone.
"Damn it, this jacket is too tight. I can barely move."
Sian’s silky white hair was loosely tied up in a ssy bun today.
Originally, he’d left it down, but before arriving at the castle, the heat nearly killed him, so he grabbed a hair tie from his wrist and threw it up in a hurry.
As for his outfit, he wore a slightly tight, intricately patterned red jacket with a brooch the exact shade of his eyes. Paired with black leather pants...
Yeah, this was the work of that stupid puppy.
Now Sian couldn’t even take two steps without feeling like sothing was squeezing him from all directions.
"My love, little ones shouldn’t be saying such dirty words," Lan Qisheng said with a radiant smile and piercing blue eyes, casually placing his hand on Sian’s waist as they made their way to the designated table.
This was a nightti cocktail party, so there were no chairs—except by the bar. The tables were tall enough for people to stand and chat around them.
(I’ll never understand rich people. Why stand and torture your knees and feet when you could just sit comfortably—or better, lie down? There’s not even a single couch. The number of chairs here can be counted on one hand. The organizer of this party must be an absolute idiot.)
Sian was too busy cursing the party planner to notice Lan Qisheng’s obvious possessiveness—or Jiao Liangchen’s dark expression.
But he did notice the way everyone was looking at them with a mixture of excitent and envy.
He swore so girls were literally wiping drool from their mouths.
Sian: "..."
At first, he didn’t get why they were attracting so much attention. Even the caras were swinging in their direction every two minutes.
But after glancing properly at the two n beside him...
Ah. There it was.
Even he had to admit—he was stunned for a second.
His mind had been foggy earlier, especially before the party, when his heart warned him of an approaching storm.
A storm he feared he might not be able to handle this ti.
He hadn’t been in the mood to care about faces or outfits.
In fact, Lan Qisheng had chosen his clothes, and Sian had just thrown them on without a thought.
Only now could he truly see the destructive beauty of the two n beside him.
Yes—if beauty was a cri, these two would be guilty without a doubt.
(Oh, darling... and just look who’s talking.)
Jiao Liangchen and Lan Qisheng wore sleek formalwear—one in black, the other in deep gray. Combined with their striking hairstyles and magnetic auras, the two of them were walking bombs.
"Hey Sian, I see you arrived a little late," soone said, stepping forward with a dazzling smile and gleaming white teeth.
(And here cos the white lotus. I’m so not in the mood for roleplay today. If this idiot tries to provoke , I swear I’ll lose it and send him flying.)
As always, Song Zijian was dressed in white, but this ti he’d gone completely overboard—with the makeup, the accessories, the jewelry... Honestly, he looked like a peacock in full display.
After advancing to the second round of the competition, a massive fight broke out between him and his teammates.
No one really knew why, but Song Zijian had lost his temper and punched one of them. Then the whole group exploded into chaos.
It had been amusing watching the dogs bite each other, but Sian wasn’t into gossip, so he had no idea what really happened.
Still, seeing the peacock strut in all alone, he asked casually,
"Hey, where are your three knights?"
Song Zijian: "..."
The man felt like he’d just been slapped. Was Sian doing this on purpose to humiliate him?
Sian, who genuinely didn’t know anything: "...What? Huh?"
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"Dear guests and dear audiences, welco to the first farewell party and the closing celebration of Round One of the True Star competition!"
The comntator’s voice echoed through the hall, and all eyes turned toward the small stage in the middle of the grand party castle.
"As you know, the twenty contestants who made it through this round are now officially qualified to compete—and perhaps win—in the second round, which will be held in about a week at a different location.
To those who didn’t make it—don’t lose hope. We wish to see you again in the coming seasons. Never lose your passion or your determination for the arts."
So of the eliminated contestants were crying; others stood still, quietly grieving. So smiled politely, while others had fierce flas of resolve in their eyes.
So many emotions were gathered in that hall—each heavy, raw, and very real.
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