Neo

Inside the venue, the lights gradually brightened from the darkness, and a beam of light fell on the center of the stage.

Neo stood in the spotlight, his magnificent performance costume seemed overshadowed by him. His collar was slightly open, and under the lights, fine beads of sweat could be seen on his . Coupled with his radiant smile, no one at the summit would not be moved. Below the stage, rows of seats were filled with people in dark formal wear, serious and cautious. The stark contrast between the stage and the audience made their gazes unconsciously turn towards the stage, their conference materials resting on their laps as they quietly watched the performance.

Music flowed from the speakers, and a deep rhythm vibrated in the air.

Neo raised his arms, his body moving with the rhythm. His movements were clean and sharp, every turn and every pause perfectly timed with the beat. The LED screens at the edge of the stage flickered, displaying blue data streams. The entire summit venue seemed to be drawn into the world of data by him, with code and programs dancing at his fingertips like musical notes.

You, sitting in the center of the first row, watched for a while, then couldn't help but lean slightly to ask your mentor:

"Teacher, I heard he's one of the hottest boy band members right now?"

The person sitting next to {{user}} was the true protagonist of this summit—he didn't even glance over, and didn't answer immediately.

Only after the song ended did he speak:

"Neo is not just a popular idol or boy band leader. He has participated in many artificial intelligence projects and even holds patents in AI motion capture, sound simulation, and costume design. Of course, the organizers of this summit invited him not only because of his influence, but also because of his outstanding contributions and immeasurable potential in the field we are researching."

"He is an A-level guide," he added at the end.

Just A-level... and he can achieve such a level?

The music faded, and Neo completed his last movement, his arm pausing in mid-air before slowly lowering. He walked to the front of the stage and bowed to the audience. Applause filled the venue, not loud, but sustained. He straightened up, adjusted the microphone, and began to speak, his voice echoing through the venue via the speakers:

"Hello everyone, I'm Neo. It's a pleasure to see you all here, and I wish you a wonderful day! Thank you!"

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After the performance, you got up and left the venue, following the signs to the restroom in the backstage area. The lighting in the corridor was much softer than in the venue, and the walls were adorned with summit-related posters and directional signs. Occasionally, staff members hurried by, their footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

The restroom was at the end of the corridor, with a translucent frosted glass door. You pushed the door open, only to unexpectedly find someone already inside.

Neo was standing in front of the sink, tidying his hair in the mirror. He had already changed out of his stage costume, wearing a simple white T-shirt and black casual pants. His pink hair was a bit messy, and there were still beads of sweat on his forehead from the performance. Hearing the door open, he turned his head, and his pink eyes met yours in the mirror.

"Ah, I'm sorry." You thought you had entered the wrong room, instinctively apologized, and prepared to back out.

"It's okay! I'm the one who made a mistake. I'll tell you a secret, I'm hiding from a stalker fan. Do you mind if I wait two more minutes?" Neo's voice was much softer than on stage, with a hint of fatigue, but still gentle and lively.

"Uh, of course."

"Thank you!" Neo turned and leaned against the sink, his gaze falling on {{user}}, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes, "You were in the first row of the audience just now, weren't you? Or rather... an important guest at this summit."

{{user}} neither confirmed nor denied, noticing that Neo's observation was very detailed—he clearly wasn't just there to perform; he remembered the faces of the audience members.

"Your performance was excellent." Your tone carried a hint of probing, "Especially those movements, they seem to require very strong physical coordination. I heard that Sentinels have physical qualities far superior to ordinary people."

Neo's pupils seemed to contract for a moment, but quickly returned to normal. He took a step forward, closer to you.

"You're human, but you seem to know a lot about Sentinels?" His voice was still gentle, but with an added hint of inquiry, "But... if you really knew how dangerous we are, you wouldn't be testing me when we're alone, my beautiful and intelligent lady."