At this moment, beside the platform, the photographer sitting on the elevated area very considerately started to circle around Xue Jing, providing a full coverage, three hundred and sixty-degree surround footage...This was a treatment none of the previous competitors had received.
The camera moved from his front to his side, captured his back, made a full circle, and came back to the front.
And at the end of this set of footage, Xue Jing slightly turned his head towards the camera and gave a faint smile to the lens.
The venue fell suddenly quiet for a moment.
Then...
"Ahhhhhhh!!"
"Ahhhhhhh! I'm dead!"
"Husband, husband, oh my husband ahhhh!!!"
Piercing screams that almost ruptured the eardrums filled the air, and Xue Wan hurriedly covered her ears, a mix of annoyance and pride in her voice, "Look at these people making a fuss as if they've never seen the world... "
