I Rely on My Versatility to Reach the Top of the Entertainment Industry [Ancient Times to Modern] - Chapter 34

After saying this, the instructor walked straight to the two members still standing in place.

He first glanced at Fang Zexuan, who was still squatting in a horse stance with an unpleasant expression, before speaking: “Sheng Xiaguang, Ji Lin, why are you standing still?”

Sheng Xiaguang lifted his chin slightly, staring at the instructor as he replied: “Reporting, Instructor, because of the order.”

Ji Lin also looked at the instructor, frowning slightly: “Reporting, Instructor, because of your command.”

After both had answered, they saw a malicious smile appear on the instructor’s square face, and a sense of foreboding struck them simultaneously. Sure enough, the instructor said: “What did I say from the very beginning? You are a team!”

“Your teammate was in danger, yet the three of you stood still because of my order. What? Were your feet glued to the ground?”

Hearing the instructor mention three people, Fang Zexuan’s face turned even paler.

“For failing to rescue a teammate in danger, you two are punished with 10 laps. Execute immediately.” The instructor sneered, looking at Fang Zexuan. “As for you, Fang Zexuan, add one more hour to your horse stance. Lift your hips—aren’t you a celebrity? Aren’t you ashamed of such poor posture?”

In the live stream, Fang Zexuan’s fans erupted with curses directed at the instructor, only to be muted by moderators.

Those who didn’t curse questioned: “Why wasn’t Jing Yi punished, while our Zexuan gets double the penalty? This isn’t fair!”

A staff member smirked slyly and deliberately had Xiao A read out this comment to stir trouble.

The instructor looked coldly into Xiao A’s camera and said: “To the viewer who said that, if you can last two moves against me, I’ll let your Zexuan off the hook. Want to try?”

The viewer shivered under the instructor’s gaze.

They had all seen the earlier sparring—if an ordinary person like them faced the instructor, they’d probably be knocked out with one punch.

On the muddy ground of the obstacle course, there were still terrifying deep footprints left by the instructor’s steps.

Fang Zexuan’s fans fell silent, but Jing Yi’s fans grew excited.

“I knew our Yi Zai is the best!”

“Love Yi Zai forever!”

“I wish I had a boyfriend as skilled and composed as Yi Zai, wuwu. Suddenly, someone seems so annoying.”

“Wait, I’ve felt that way for a while now.”

Powerful, good-looking, 185 cm tall with a great figure—someone as amazing as Jing Yi shouldn’t be pursued by anyone!

Some fans voluntarily left the Lu Yuzhi and Jing Yi CP groups, letting their imaginations run wild as they wrote fanfiction about Jing Yi X themselves. Others quietly drew comic illustrations and posted them in Weibo comments for Jing Yi to see.

Unfortunately, during the three-day special training, they weren’t allowed to use their phones.

As time went on, everyone realized that although the instructor loved to punish, the training content was well-structured.

Running to build leg strength, weighted crawling to strengthen arm muscles, climbing net games to improve agility… Of course, Jing Yi performed the best in these activities, followed by Lu Yuzhi, Ji Lin, and Sheng Xiaguang.

Fang Zexuan ranked last in everything. At first, he complained about being tired and suffering, but after enough punishments, he kept his mouth shut.

Celebrities all work out privately; without a fit body, they can’t handle intense work schedules.

When the daytime training ended on the third day, the instructor didn’t assign additional tasks. Instead, he had everyone sit in a circle on the field.

“The three days passed by quickly, and before we knew it, it was time to part ways.” The instructor’s tone was no longer as rigid, with a faint trace of reluctance seeping through his voice. “It’s important to balance work and rest, so tonight we won’t train. Let’s relax and have some fun.”

“Alright, starting with me, everyone will take turns performing a show in the center.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the instructor heard instructions from the staff through his earpiece.

Xiao A’s mechanical voice said, “To thank the viewers who have been staying in the live stream, the top six viewers with the longest watch time can make performance requests to the instructor and the five special training members.”

The viewers in the live stream were instantly delighted, and when they saw the list of names ranked by watch time appear on the side, they couldn’t help but chuckle.

“What should we do? There are over 3,000 viewers with the maximum watch time.”

“They’ll probably do a random draw.”

After all, this live stream was just too exciting, and the guests chosen were so brilliant, weren’t they?

Sure enough, the staff randomly selected six lucky viewers and numbered them in the order their names appeared.

The first viewer requested that the instructor take off his shirt and showcase his muscles from all angles without any blind spots. The instructor’s lips twitched, but he complied without a word.

It was then that the viewers noticed the terrifying scars hidden beneath the instructor’s tank top.

“Oh my god, aren’t those bullet wounds?”

“Damn, that bullet mark looks like it’s from an American-style firearm…”

Some viewers posted comments, but after vaguely realizing something, they went back and deleted their own messages.

Then it was Jing Yi’s turn.

As luck would have it, the second viewer seemed to be a fan of Fang Zexuan.

“I have a math problem here. Please have Jing Yi solve it for us!”

Jing Yi’s fans in the live stream were furious.

“Isn’t this just stirring up trouble? Fang Zexuan’s fans are so disgusting.”

“Can’t they stand seeing our Jing Yi shine?”

“This is the hardest problem from last year’s national university math competition! I remember many test-takers couldn’t solve it…”

“What are you worried about? Didn’t your Jing Yi say he’s been studying recently? Isn’t he supposed to be amazing?”

As comments in the live stream argued back and forth, Jing Yi closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his clear eyes were unusually bright.

“This problem has ten different solutions…”

His gentle, youthful voice, transmitted through Xiao A, slowly and clearly explained the solutions. As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the live stream immediately said, “Holy crap, our professor only taught nine solutions! Hold on, I’m calling to verify right now.”

“…I suddenly feel like Jing Yi has become so impressive. Is it true he never finished high school?”

“Hey, the one who posed the question, come out and say something?”

Comments scrolled by one after another, and soon the person who had gone to verify returned.

“Damn, my professor said he needs to study the tenth solution.”

“The first nine have been verified as correct!”

“Wow, are the comments saying Jing Yi didn’t graduate from high school true or false? Either Jing Yi memorized the answers, or he’s genuinely a genius.”

Before long, the hashtag #JingYiInstantlySolvesMathProblem appeared on Weibo.

Just then, the verifier returned again.

“The professor confirmed the tenth solution is correct. When he heard it wasn’t me who solved it, he hoped the solver would apply to our school. By the way, I’m from X Province University of Technology—check my Weibo for my student ID…”

Netizens verified the barrage comments from this person and discovered they weren’t lying.

The entire internet erupted.

Netizens enthusiastically discussed the topic, with some even filming their handwritten problem-solving processes to share online. The original user who posted the question had completely disappeared. When everyone checked her account, they found she had actually deleted it.

Was this out of shame?

Most likely!

How could such a genius exist, solving such difficult problems through self-study alone?

Despite the discussions, the livestream continued.

The third viewer made a request: “I want Ji Lin to ask Jing Yi to sing a song.”

After Xiao A read this comment, some in the barrage speculated: Could this be Fang Zexuan’s fans causing trouble again? Everyone knows Jing Yi can’t carry a tune.

Ji Lin stood up, walked over to Jing Yi, and said coldly, “Please sing a song.”

Viewers mocked Ji Lin’s expression, joking that his face was “full of joy,” then urged Jing Yi to sing.

As Xiao A read several barrage comments, Jing Yi reluctantly walked to the center again.

The audience expected Jing Yi to embarrass the requester as before, but instead heard solemn, resonant chanting. They were momentarily stunned, even forgetting to post comments.

The people present were also frozen in surprise.

Jing Yi stood with eyes closed, hands pressed together, singing with intense concentration. Yet the melody and pronunciation were completely unfamiliar to them.

Initially puzzled, the viewers gradually felt a sense of peace and mental clarity.

Lu Yuzhi watched Jing Yi standing quietly under the moonlight with closed eyes, feeling helpless inside.

Having studied Buddhist origins, he recognized this as Sanskrit Buddhist chanting – a method of sutra recitation.

That Jing Yi even mastered such cultural heritage skills – how determined was he to become a monk?

Six minutes later, Jing Yi opened his eyes.

“Amitabha,” he murmured the Buddhist invocation, lowering his gaze as he slowly returned to his seat.

The audience awoke as if from a dream.

“Was Yiyi singing Buddhist music?”

“My grandfather said this seems to be some kind of Sanskrit chanting he heard in his childhood.”

“Our Yiyi often posts meditation and sutra-recitation photos. Now with such advanced skills, is he going to become a monk?”

“This… suddenly I feel it’s so hard for Actor Lu to pursue him.”

“+10086.”

The fourth viewer requested Xiaguang and Jing Yi to perform a duet.

Xiaguang returned to the dormitory to fetch his flute and xun. Upon returning, the two stood in the center and performed “High Mountains and Flowing Water” again.

“Remember to watch our movie on March 28th,” Xiaguang said arrogantly to the camera, giving some professional promotion.

Viewers responded positively in the barrage, then it was Fang Zexuan’s turn to perform.

“I originally wanted to make things difficult for you, but for our Yiyi’s sake, I’ll let it slide. Just sing ‘Two Tigers’.”

This viewer was exceptionally straightforward.

Fang Zexuan stood up and sang “Two Tigers” toward Xiao A’s camera – blinking cutely, touching his ears cutely, acting coy.

The livestream chat filled with ellipses.

Finally, it was Lu Yuzhi’s turn.

“Woo hoo! I’m Lu Shen’s die-hard fan! I want to hear Lu Shen say ‘I love you’ in a performance style!”

“Tsk tsk tsk.”

“This request is just—too perfect!”

“Go for it, Lu Shen! Perfect opportunity.”

Xiao A read four consecutive barrage comments.

Lu Yuzhi lowered his gaze, remaining completely still for a long moment.

After a considerable pause, he stood up and looked deeply at Jing Yi.

Jing Yi showed a confused expression.

Lu Yuzhi smiled and looked directly at the camera.

“Before you, the sun was harsh, the wind was just wind, and the rain was just rain. Now that I’ve met you, sunny days are you, and rainy days are still you.”

The handsome man’s thin lips curved slightly, the warmth in his amber eyes almost overflowing. It seemed as if what he was looking at was the person he held most dear in his heart.

The live stream exploded.

“I’m melting.”

“Ahhhh, the film emperor is too smooth.”

“What’s going on? He didn’t say ‘I love you,’ but it made me so excited.”

Jing Yi watched Lu Yuzhi facing the camera, a faint doubt arising in his mind: Does Mr. Lu usually use such metaphors? Last time when discussing Buddhist principles, didn’t he use a similar metaphor to describe the Buddha?

But this question wasn’t suitable to ask aloud.

Jing Yi decided to keep it to himself.

After all six people had performed, the instructor announced the dismissal.