Meng Tianye glared at the assistant director indignantly. Just as he was about to say something, Wang Liu'an stopped him.
"Go backstage and get ready for your performance. Cheng Lang and I will be fine."
Meng Tianye looked at Cheng Lang. Cheng Lang nodded with a smile. "Go take care of your own business."
Meng Tianye snorted heavily and left with a very unpleasant expression.
The assistant director glanced at Cheng Lang. "Give me the microphone back."
Cheng Lang obediently did as he was told. As he handed back the microphone, he sighed with feeling. "Your production team is quite reasonable. I thought you'd deliberately interrupt me while I was explaining things to everyone, or simply mute the microphone."
"Don't push your luck!" The assistant director snorted. "We didn't interrupt you because our production team is reasonable. Since you said it was a misunderstanding, whether that's true or not, we had to give you a chance to explain. Otherwise, everyone really would think we had something to hide."
At that, the assistant director looked at the audience and media reporters in the venue. Following the instructions in his earpiece, he said in a forceful voice, "I know young people these days all think they're very capable. They're especially proud. The moment something doesn't go their way, they immediately think their talent has gone unrecognized and wonder whether someone is targeting them. That leads to a whole series of persecution fantasies, making everyone's relationships incredibly tense. Our production team has it hard too."
"It's a competition! If some people advance, others are bound to be eliminated. Those who advance are happy, while those who are eliminated feel dejected. That's only human nature. But I want to say that the advancement process for Tomorrow's Starlight is absolutely fair, impartial, and transparent. Whether