Fan Jun stepped onto the arena as usual, carrying the elegance etched into his bones, his steps calm and unhurried.
On the way, he even deliberately adjusted the collar that did not have a single crease to begin with. Then he flashed his signature dazzling smile and waved vigorously toward the section below where his fan club had gathered.
"Fan Jun! Fan Jun!"
"My Jun! Look over here!"
The screams and cheers nearly tore the roof off the venue.
Among the fans, several girls holding enormous support signs were flushed with excitement, their shrill voices drowning out the surrounding noise:
"Our Fan Jun is obviously way better than that Lu Jue! Yesterday, there were actually so many people comparing Lu Jue to our Fan Jun. What a joke!"
"Exactly! These days, any random cat or dog dares to be mentioned in the same breath as our Junjun!" another girl echoed, her tone full of disdain.
Yesterday, the Backstab incident caused by Fan Jun's "gentlemanly manners" had formed a stark contrast with Lu Jue's clean and decisive performance.
Countless passersby who disliked Fan Jun had seized the opportunity to mock him mercilessly. His core fans were deeply displeased, swallowing a bellyful of anger and putting most of the blame on Lu Jue.
Today, seeing Lu Jue trapped in the vortex of public opinion, hounded by influencers and bloggers from every direction and burdened with the stigma of "driving a classmate to death," the fans felt their spirits rise. Their arrogance immediately flared up again, even growing worse as they eagerly sought to wash away their former humiliation.
Near the front rows below the stage, a fashionably dressed woman leisurely took out an expensive lipstick and slowly touched up her makeup in a compact mirror.
Yet her gaze slanted toward Tang Ning,