From Apocalypse To Entertainment Circle (BL)-Chapter 79: Sunset Screams and a Rescue II

Sian paddled furiously through the churning waves, his heart racing as he clutched the small child tightly in his arms. The salty water splashed against his face, but he pressed on, determined to reach the safety of the shore. As he finally stumbled onto the golden sand, the weight of the child still in his grasp, a surge of anxious faces surrounded him. The crowd pressed in, their voices rising in a cacophony of concern and curiosity, blocking out the roar of the ocean behind him.

Exhausted and filled with frustration, Sian scowled. His muscles burned from the relentless effort of battling the relentless waves to reach the child. Now, a group of people stood in his way, their presence like a suffocating barrier that threatened to choke off the precious airflow needed to revive the unconscious boy. Anger rose within him as he fought against the tide of bodies.

His patience snapped.

"Can’t you see the child is barely alive?! What the hell are you all doing crowding around like this?! Move aside, now""

His dark aura enveloped him like a stormy cloud, sending icy shivers down the spines of everyone present. The palpable tension in the air caused even the mother to instinctively draw back, her eyes wide with unease. The crowd murmured nervously, their instincts kicking in as they slowly stepped away, creating a wide, respectful circle around the child, each person feeling the weight of an unspoken warning.

Sian immediately knelt and began performing CPR. After several tense minutes, the child suddenly coughed up a large amount of water and slowly regained consciousness.

Finally, Sian allowed himself a breath of relief. His forehead was dripping—whether with seawater or sweat, no one could tell. Only medical professionals would understand how utterly draining repeated CPR could be. It was like running a five-hundred-meter sprint nonstop.

As he sat, catching his breath, a small hand extended a white towel toward him.

Sian glanced up.

Wan Wan stood there, a bit shy, as she met his amber eyes. The sun had nearly set, but the glow in his gaze hadn’t faded—instead, it burned even brighter. She had never seen such breathtaking eyes before.

After a brief pause, Sian accepted the towel with a tired smile.

"Thank you."

Honestly, Span was shivering badly. The night air was still a little chilly.

The camera was still recording. The cameraman stood next to Wan Wan, capturing everything. When Sian’s face appeared on the screen, everyone was stunned.

Even with exhaustion evident and his disheveled appearance, Sian—soaking wet from head to toe—still looked striking. His silver-white hair clung to his face and neck, making him appear like a drenched kitten. But instead of looking pitiful, he seemed even more captivating. Only a few people could maintain such an alluring charm after getting completely drenched, but Span exuded an intoxicating and mesmerizing allure, magnified by the water.

[Damn, this guy is insanely handsome!]

[Wow, handsome bro, do you have a girlfriend?]

[Just thinking about a face like this almost being swallowed by the sea... my poor heart can’t take it.]

[You said he’s a diver? But with that face, I’d bet he’s a model or an idol!]

Once again, the audience was left to discuss among themselves, but no one responded to their questions.

Wan Wan watched as Sian wiped his face and hair with the towel, hesitating before asking, "Big brother, the ambulance is here. Are you going to the hospital?"

Sian saw the genuine fear and concern in the girl’s eyes, so he replied in a gentle tone, "No, I don’t want to go. Besides, I have work tomorrow, so I can’t stay in the hospital. I’ll just take a hot shower in my room, and I’ll be fine."

With that, he stood up quickly.

Before he could leave, the girl shyly asked, "Big brother, I saw that you’re an amazing swimmer. Are you an Olympic athlete or something?"

Sian chuckled, "Haha, me? No, unfortunately not. Little girl, your big brother isn’t a swimmer. Alright then, goodbye."

The girl was sweet, but Sian was too cold and exhausted. All he wanted was to shower and sleep as soon as possible, so he didn’t prolong the conversation.

Wan Wan was an understanding child. She knew Sian needed to change his clothes and rest, so she didn’t stop him.

This small incident in Sian’s life soon exploded into a trending topic, remaining a hot news story for an entire week without pause.

Everyone was shocked upon learning Sian’s true identity—but that was a matter for another time.

At this moment, after Sian returned to the villa, everyone saw him in a pitiful and disheveled state, drenched from head to toe. Urgently and in secrecy, a call was made to the cameraman responsible for filming the contestants’ vocal training sessions.

Naturally, such a scene would attract significant attention and, consequently, bring in a great deal of money. It was clear that the show’s director was obsessed with profit and would never let go of an opportunity to make even a few extra cents.

While the audience was immersed in listening to the various idol performances, they were suddenly pulled away from the broadcast. Some were slightly displeased with the abrupt shift, but in the next instant—right before their eyes—appeared a breathtaking sight.

A young man with fair, porcelain-like skin, mesmerizing amber eyes, and long, silken white hair filled the screen. His beauty alone was not the problem; the audience had long since trained themselves to withstand his ethereal charm. But today—today, that beauty was wrapped in sheer misery. He was completely soaked, water dripping from his delicate strands of hair, rolling down his soft chin, and seeping into the collar of his shirt. The dampness was everywhere.

Yet, rather than diminishing his allure, those glistening droplets cascading effortlessly over his pale, radiant skin only enhanced the mystery and seductiveness of his appearance. It was breathtaking.

All negative comments ceased instantly as the audience stared, spellbound, forgetting even their frustration over the interrupted broadcast.

For the chance to witness such an otherworldly, intoxicating beauty—missing the rest of the show didn’t seem like a loss at all. No regrets. Absolutely none.