Pfft!
All the singers nearly coughed up blood.
Those words were so damn painful to hear.
You won an award just by singing a couple of lines? We've been singing our whole lives, and ninety-nine percent of us still haven't won a single trophy. Wouldn't that make us ashamed enough to jump off a building?
Jimmy didn't mind at all. With a wicked grin, he asked a question that had nothing to do with today's theme.
"I've surveyed a lot of Chinese people. Among the ways they address you, there's one you might not know about: 'old pervert.' Is that true?"
Jiang Siming: "????"
"Where did you conduct that survey? Who said that? Was it Qing Jiu's readers? I'll go kill them right now!"
Jiang Siming was furious. How could anyone ask such an outrageous question? How could anyone conduct such a ridiculous survey?
The survey had to be fake, fabricated, made up out of thin air, forged, and deliberately smearing him!
Jiang Siming's expression immediately turned solemn, startling Jimmy and the others. They thought they had angered him and that he was about to blow up.
But Jiang Siming raised his microphone and replied righteously, "Someone said I'm an old pervert? I have to clarify one thing: I'm not old!"
Everyone: "."
Of the seven awards that followed, Jiang Siming was nominated for five and took home three trophies.
They were the Best Song of the Year, Best Vocal Performance of the Year, and Best Songwriting of the Year.
The Best Song and Best Newcomer Award both went to Jiang Siming's "Right Here Waiting."
As for Best Vocal Performance of the Year, it unexpectedly went to Jiang Siming's Chinese song, "The Wind Rises."
This was also the first time a Chinese song had won a Grammy Award.
At that