146: Chapter 145 Global Attention Focused

Outside the Paris Metropolitan Stadium, media lightboards lit up the area.

After the Huaxia Team stepped off the bus, the sound of interviews in front of the entrance paused for a beat.

Flags from more than forty countries and regions hung all the way from the outer walls of the venue to the end of the plaza.

Dance crews from various countries arrived one after another.

Some brought complete lighting crews, some brought sponsor's camera teams, and others were surrounded by the media right after getting off the plane.

In contrast, the Huaxia Team had no welcome banners.

There were only fifty black jackets.

On the left chest position, there was a dark red character "Hua".

Su Chen stood at the very front, walking toward the entrance.

A French journalist put down the camera and quickly caught up.

"Mr. Su Chen, since you were invited as a special guest, why are you still leading a team to participate in the wildcard match?"

Su Chen did not stop.

"Because Huaxia shouldn't have only one person standing here."

The interpreter translated this sentence into French.

The reporter was stunned for half a second, then immediately pressed on: "Do you think your team has a chance to defeat South Korea's Empire and Japan's Asura?"

Su Chen turned his head sideways.

"Ask again after the match starts."

Brother Cai followed behind, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

This answer was very Su Chen.

No harsh words.

But it also didn't leave the opponent an out.

[Whose translator is this? They translated all of God Su's vibe completely.]

[When he said Huaxia shouldn't have only one person standing here, I got goosebumps.]

[One person gets a world-class invitation, and then turns around to drag a whole team here to fight for main tournament tickets.]

[This isn't just participating, this is leading people to pave the way.]

[I saw the character "Hua", bring the camera closer!]

[The reporters at the Paris scene all swarmed over, full of presence.]

On the entrance steps, the people from the South Korean Empire label did not leave.

Team leader Han Minjae leaned against the railing, glanced over the Huaxia Team's uniforms, and chuckled.

"One character?"

The interpreter hesitated for a moment before accurately conveying it.

Brother Cai's steps paused.

Han Minjae walked down two steps.

Dozens of team members behind him wore silver-gray combat uniforms, with an exaggerated crown logo printed on their chests.

"International competitions are not domestic live streams."

Han Minjae looked at Su Chen, "Your videos are edited nicely. But on-site scoring doesn't look at stories."

Chen Yu's hand tightened around his backpack strap.

This person wasn't talking about the video.

He was saying that the Huaxia Team relied on traffic to get here.

Su Chen finally stopped in his tracks.

"You're right."

Han Minjae raised an eyebrow slightly.

Su Chen continued, "The venue only looks at results."

"So don't block the way."

The smile on Han Minjae's face froze.

Su Chen walked past him.

Guan Heng, Brother Cai, and Chen Yu followed in sequence.

No one looked back, nor did anyone spare another glance at that South Korean Team.

The members of the Empire label stood in place, their expressions ugly.

They had originally wanted to suppress the Huaxia Team's momentum.

As a result, the opponent didn't even have the interest to argue.

The lobby was paved with dark gray carpets, and at the end was the registration and verification area.

The staff member looked up and saw Su Chen, checked the ID three times before standing up.

"Mr. Su Chen, your special guest identity registration has been completed."

He took out another form.

"But the team wildcard match requires verification again. Twenty official members need to register their names, nationalities, past competition records, and medical examination certificates."

Lin Yue took the documents.

"The documents are complete."

The staff member turned to the team name column, and their gaze stopped.

"Hua?"

"Right."

Lin Yue said.

The staff member looked at Su Chen: "Is this a brand name or an abbreviation?"

Su Chen picked up the registration pen and added a line of English notes next to the team name.

Huaxia.

After reading it, the staff member solemnly stamped the competition seal.

"Registration complete. Huaxia Team, number forty-seven."

The sound of the seal falling on paper was not loud.

But all fifty people behind him heard it.

Guan Heng looked down at the competition pass, not moving for a long time.

He used to carry cement on construction sites, and the furthest place he had ever been to was the neighboring provincial capital.

Now, his name was printed on the list of the World Street Dance Championships.

Brother Cai patted him on the back.

"What are you looking at?"

Guan Heng tucked the ID into his inner pocket.

"Remember the number."

"Why remember it?"

"To make them remember it later."

Brother Cai smiled.

Chen Yu also smiled for a moment, then pulled his knee pads up tightly.

At the other end of the verification area, Charlie put down his coffee.

He was originally just passing by.

After seeing the character "Hua", he stopped.

"Mr. Su."

Charlie took the initiative to speak, his Chinese carrying a stiff tone, "Welcome to Paris."

Su Chen looked at him.

Charlie extended his hand.

"I hope you understand, WDSC has its own standards. Traditional elements can enhance stage features, but they cannot replace Street Dance itself."

The words were spoken politely.

The meaning was very clear.

You'd better not expect your Eastern choreography to get high scores.

Brother Cai stepped forward half a step.

Su Chen raised his hand and stopped him.

Afterwards, he shook hands with Charlie.

"I also hope you understand one thing."

Charlie maintained his smile.

"What?"

"Standards are not written on the mouth."

Su Chen let go of his hand, "They are left on the floor."

Charlie withdrew his hand, his gaze sinking.

The electronic screen on the side of the lobby suddenly lit up.

The matchups and appearance order for the wildcard matches began to scroll.

Dancers, reporters, and staff from various countries looked up at the same time.

Number forty-seven.

Huaxia Team.

The team name on the screen stayed for only a few seconds.

But it triggered a dense burst of shutter sounds.

[Number forty-seven Huaxia Team, officially registered in the Paris arena!]

[This is what a real international competition is called, not just something written for fun on a poster.]

[Charlie's line that traditional elements cannot replace Street Dance is clearly laying the groundwork in advance.]

[God Su's reply was too steady, see you on the floor.]

[The South Korean Team just provoked, and now the shady judges are here. We must smash them hard tomorrow.]

[I don't care what they wear anymore, I just want to see how "Hua" dances.]

Lin Yue's phone vibrated.

She glanced at the notice just issued by the event organizing committee, and her expression changed.

"Su Chen."

Su Chen turned back.

Lin Yue handed the phone over.

There was only one notice.

The preliminary stage was temporarily adjusted.

Rehearsals for all teams were canceled.

The Huaxia Team's appearance time was moved up to the first group.

Brother Cai stared at the screen and cursed.

Appearing in the first group meant there were no teams available for reference.

It also meant they had to be the first to stand before the world's cameras.

After reading the notice, Su Chen returned the phone to Lin Yue.

"Just right."

"Saves the trouble of waiting."

He looked up at the corridor leading to the main stage.

At the end of the corridor, the overhead lights of the venue lit up one by one.

Tomorrow, whose footsteps will that floor remember first?