"I figure everyone's worried about you."
Sitting beside Yang Yang, Su Ye gripped his hand tightly and said with a bright smile.
Everyone at the venue was looking not only at the stage, but also at Yang Yang, because they were all waiting for the final result. Many of them were probably preparing to express their sympathy for him.
People were like that, especially those in the sports world. Their competitive spirit was stronger than that of ordinary people, so naturally, they were also less willing to admit defeat.
A player like Yang Yang was the easiest to envy, no matter what field he was in.
If he failed to win the award tonight, quite a few people would probably be secretly delighted.
Of course, on the surface, they would definitely feel indignant on Yang Yang's behalf and might even curse Laureus a few times.
Yang Yang turned his head and glanced around before chuckling. There were some clear-sighted people too, such as Butragueño, head of Real Madrid's public relations department.
Many things did not need to be put out in the open, and sometimes there was no way to say them openly.
But Yang Yang was no fool. He had not considered attending Laureus at all before, yet he had come in the end. Why?
Could it really have been just to join in the excitement?
Everyone knew that if he came but failed to win the award and returned empty-handed, how great a blow would that be to him?
Even from the perspective of commercial value, it would be a major setback.
Losing both fame and fortune—who would willingly do such a thing?
There were plenty of clever people at the venue, especially when they saw Yang Yang's calm and composed expression. They had more or less guessed