As soon as the host made the announcement, all the reporters' cameras immediately turned toward the car. To everyone's surprise, it really was Jiang Siming!
For a moment, flashes burst incessantly.
Although Jiang Siming was neither a professional actor nor a celebrity, his popularity was in no way inferior to that of any A-list star.
On the contrary, Jiang Siming had far too many talking points: gaming champion, business tycoon, Huayi director, lifesaving hero, master of romance, and so on.
All these titles were gathered around Jiang Siming alone, and every one of them felt incredible.
After all, these things simply didn't seem to belong together. It was like asking whether a chef and an airplane captain could possibly have anything in common.
On top of that, Jiang Siming was so young. Who would believe that a twenty-five-year-old could have achieved so much?
Even Principal Wang was a minor figure beside him.
Countless female netizens were shouting online that the title of "National Husband" had to be passed on from Principal Wang to someone else, and that Jiang Siming was more qualified.
Jiang Siming's wealth was directly proportional to his looks, and that combination was devastating to women.
For most rich men, wealth and looks were inversely proportional—CEO Ma, for example.
So the moment Jiang Siming appeared, he received the treatment of a superstar. The reporters acted as though flashes were free, firing away without restraint.
Faced with such a barrage of cameras and microphones, Jiang Siming looked even more composed than those superstars. He strolled across the red carpet at his leisure.
Tong Ya thought to herself that it was such a pity he hadn't become a professional actor.
The two of them crossed the red carpet, left their signatures on the signature wall, and entered the awards venue.