When Wang Yi made his entrance, all 500-plus spectators stood up and cheered wildly.
There wasn't a single person who didn't know Wang Yi, whether they were boys or girls, adults or children.
After all, just a few days earlier, Wang Yi had led China Team to defeat the United States men's basketball team at the Olympic Games.
On top of that, videos of Wang Yi beating the United States team on the street had been circulating online.
His popularity in China had skyrocketed.
And there was one more thing: Wang Yi was undeniably handsome.
Even female fans who didn't like basketball had been won over by his looks.
So these days, Wang Yi was the only true top star in all of China.
The more than 160 players who'd been selected on-site also stood up, clapping and cheering for Wang Yi.
The DJ at the venue was a girl. When she'd announced Wang Yi's name earlier, she hadn't added a bunch of titles like "champion," "MVP," or "Olympic Champion."
She'd only said two words: Wang Yi.
His name needed no titles in front of it. Almost everyone in China knew who he was.
Li Yifeng and Jay Chou exchanged glances at the sidelines and shrugged.
Guo Allen smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head.
"This guy makes me feel like I'm just some random passerby."
Li Yifeng nodded.
He pointed at Guo Allen, then Jay Chou, and finally himself.
"Random passerby A, B, and C."
Once Wang Yi had taken his seat, the host announced the selection rules.
They were simple: the players present could step forward to play one-on-one or three-on-three.
The four team leaders would hand out their jerseys based on the players' performances.
Those who received a jersey would advance.
It was worth noting that each of