Zero. "
The cold verdict fell.
The whole world, in Jiang Chu's sight, was instantly drained of all sounds and dynamics.
Like a painting that has pressed the pause button.
The golden fireworks sprayed from the top of the head solidified in the air, and every shining shred of paper was clearly visible, maintaining a blooming posture.
The enthusiastic fans raised their arms high, and their open mouths should have been shouting like mountains and tsunamis, but at this moment they turned into silent sculptures.
The spotlight's beam passed through the stagnant smoke and was projected on the center of the stage, giving everything an unreal halo.
Jiang Chu slowly turned his neck, making a slight sound of bone friction that was particularly harsh in this dead silence.
