CHAPTER 606: 234 FLAMES OF REVENGE_3

Feng Cheng—just making up the numbers.

Feng Cheng doesn’t have much to show for, relying only on his cute appearance, naive personality, and being Rong Xianning’s roommate to attract some fans. Otherwise, he might not even make it into the group. After the list came out, Feng Cheng was the most doubted, and many people called him a waste, saying he clung to Rong Xianning for hype and clout.

The young boy stood before the microphone, gently reciting a poem, turning this restless night into one of softness and poetry.

"The moon writes each line of poetry on the stars."

"The stars are the poems written by the moon."

"The wind whispers between the moon and the stars."

"The night uses its tiny feet dipped in ink, reading through the stars."

...

"The moonlight caresses the stars with warm hands."

"Even every blink of an eye is remembered."

"He forgot he too was once lost."

...

"Meteorites are bound into books, exhibited between heaven and earth."

"Stars and moon, may the warm moonlight touch every lost wanderer, helping you find your way home."

The young boy announced the group name to the audience and millions of fans before the live broadcast window, his clear yet resolute voice echoing through the studio and into the ears of countless viewers.

The audience responded with thunderous shouts and applause.

They witnessed the birth of an idol boy band, marking the dawn of a new era and a new epoch for the entertainment industry.

It was an ordinary day, yet a day when miracles began.

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The entertainment circle was lively as if it were New Year’s, and only then did everyone realize today was indeed New Year’s.

The program team was hosting a celebration banquet, firstly to celebrate the successful conclusion of the program, secondly to celebrate the New Year, and thirdly to establish a good relationship with the newly debuted boy group, as there would be many more opportunities to meet in the future.

The celebration banquet was held at a five-star hotel near the television station, and the director’s assistant sent the hotel address to everyone’s phone.

Rong Xianning returned backstage, took out his phone, and took a look.

Almost all his friends sent him congratulatory messages, even some elementary school classmates who had never contacted him before sent warm greetings.

He scrolled to the end, his eyes tinged with a hint of disappointment.

"Rong Xianning." Someone called him from behind.

Rong Xianning turned around.

Fang Hui came over, smiling so broadly her eyes were barely visible.

President Ding was very satisfied with Rong Xianning’s performance tonight.

"Congratulations on your official debut from today."

Behind Fang Hui followed a young man in a black sweatshirt and jeans, pointing at the young man, she said: "Xiao Hu, the company hired him as your assistant and bodyguard. He’ll take care of you from now on, making both me and President Ding at ease."

The young man was about twenty years old, with wheat-colored skin, looked calm and reliable.

"I look forward to working with you."

Fang Hui smugly said: "Don’t underestimate Xiao Hu, he is the national free combat champion, one who can take on ten people. President Ding spent quite a bit of money to hire him, you should appreciate President Ding’s effort."

Rong Xianning said indifferently: "Thank President Ding for me."

"You should tell President Ding that personally. By the way, I declined the program team’s dinner for you. Accompany President Ding to meet a guest later. This person is important for your future international success...."

Rong Xianning slung his backpack over his shoulder: "Sorry, I’m tired, I need to rest."

With that, he left directly without giving Fang Hui face.

Xiao Hu glanced at Fang Hui and quickly followed Rong Xianning.

Fang Hui was so angry her teeth ached, this kid still had the same bad temper.

But what could she do, neither obedient nor could he be reprimanded, she was really tired.

Rong Xianning guessed the main entrance would be tightly packed, after recording the show at the TV station for three months, he knew which direction the side door opened to.

So he chose the most secluded south gate.

This thought came to the fans as well, of course.

So just as Rong Xianning came out of the south gate, he was greeted by the flashing lights of the media and fans screaming and rushing towards him.

Rong Xianning was suddenly surrounded.

At this moment, a figure rushed to his side at an incredible speed, shielding him from the oncoming barrage.

Facing such a scene for the first time, Rong Xianning was momentarily stunned.

The world was noisy, filled with various sounds, young faces brimming with excitement and passion, crazily shouting his name.

As if he was a god.

Such devout, admiring eyes made Rong Xianning somewhat overwhelmed.

He suddenly realized that from tonight, his world was about to change drastically.