"Lin Tian!"
In the backstage corridor, Gan Yan Yu ran into Lin Tian, who had been waiting for her there.
"Oh."
"You're okay. Thank goodness."
Gan Yan Yu covered her chest and let out a sigh of relief.
"When I saw the security guards heading your way just now, I thought you were going to get arrested."
"Arrested for what? I was just cheering. At most, I was standing up and blocking the audience behind me."
Lin Tian scratched his head and smiled.
Still, when those two security guards had come over, they had looked downright ferocious, their faces full of resentment.
They had probably gotten chewed out by their superiors.
They had come to sternly warn Lin Tian not to hold his light stick so high during the competition.
Just thinking about it made him want to laugh.
Before this, no matter how much people reminded them or protested, the organizers had always taken a perfunctory, permissive attitude toward fan behavior.
Then Lin Tian had gone and performed a cheer dance for Gan Yan Yu right there, setting off the audience.
That had instantly made the organizers panic.
Their failure to regulate things properly had brought them Lin Tian, a heavyweight number-one fan.
They had truly brought this upon themselves.
"So? How was my performance just now?"
Gan Yan Yu hunched her shoulders and asked expectantly.
"Champion!"
Lin Tian gave her a thumbs-up.
"...Stop teasing me."
"Seriously. After watching the first eight contestants, aside from Bai Xi, whose performance I thought was pretty good, all those people you mentioned, like Zhu Ya and the rest, got absolutely crushed by you in terms of sound," Lin Tian said seriously.
"The judging criteria aren't based on sound alone. There are lots and lots of other standards too. Just because something sounds