Not only could the fans in the livestream see the horrifying, zombie-rising scene, but the three people in front of the mirror could see it just as clearly.
Two of them remained far too calm, which only highlighted Zheng Huai at the edge, his expression gradually twisting as he clutched his hair with both hands, his eyes bulging as though his entire worldview had shattered.
"What the fu-"
Before he could finish the last word, Jian Ran casually shoved it back down his throat with a remark. "Don't forget we're live."
"We have to pass content review."
Zheng Huai's voice cut off abruptly, as though someone had suddenly grabbed him by the throat.
Jian Ran gave Lu Yanting a look, then turned and walked toward Bai Jingchuan, who had risen to his feet. The cameraman was about to follow him when the back of one of Asia's finest heads firmly blocked the lens.
"..." Already nervous, the cameraman spoke in a trembling voice. "Emperor Lu, watch your position. You can't block the shot!"
Lu Yanting looked back, his gaze chilly.
He said nothing, but the cameraman immediately backed down. "You're standing in exactly the right place. The camera's in your way."
"..."
Hiding behind them, Zheng Huai saw this and, for some reason, actually felt less afraid. He was also absolutely certain-the sports rep and the academic rep definitely had some sort of intricate connection!
Bai Jingchuan stood with his face covered in blood, yet there wasn't a single wound on it. His eyes had no whites, only black, making him look bizarre and chilling at first glance.
But Jian Ran met his eyes without any change in expression, as though he were looking at an utterly ordinary face.
Their eyes met, and silence lasted several seconds.
"Bai Jingchuan" seemed