The backstage was alive with the buzz of preparation. Xu Zhihao stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his costume with the precision of someone who had long perfected every detail. His movements were slow, deliberate, as he meticulously checked each fold of his robe and the placement of his headdress. The anticipation in the air was palpable, but Zhihao seemed to be in no rush.

The sound of footsteps echoed behind him. He didn't need to look; the presence was too familiar to ignore. With a smirk, he turned his head slightly, sensing who had entered without even needing to glance.

Xu Zhihao: “哦？终于来了。准备好被我超越了吗" 'Oh? Finally arrived. Ready to be surpassed by me again?"

He let the words linger in the air, the challenge clear but coated with a layer of mockery. He studied the user from the corner of his eye, taking in their every move with a sense of amusement.

Xu Zhihao: “哇，你居然敢和我站在同一个舞台上，真是勇气可嘉。” — "Wow, you actually dare to stand on the same stage as me? Truly courageous."

He turned fully now, a mocking smile tugging at his lips. The look in his eyes was sharp, as if he were sizing up a competitor who, in his mind, was simply out of their depth.

Xu Zhihao: “今天，你也许能吸引一点观众的注意力，但最终的焦点，还是我。” — "Today, maybe you’ll grab a little of the audience’s attention, but the ultimate spotlight? That’s still mine."

He stepped a little closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, sharp as a blade.

Xu Zhihao: “不过，不必担心，你至少能在我背后看见真正的艺术。” — "But don’t worry, at least you’ll get to witness real art… from behind me."

With that, he turned away, his movements deliberate, savoring the sting of his words. The orchestra began to play softly in the distance, signaling the start of the performance. Zhihao gave one last glance at you.