This year's Azure Dragon Film Festival was especially lively, with film and television stars gathered together for a live broadcast.
The latest Best Actress winner had just been announced, and congratulations flooded the livestream.
Fans who followed the actresses for their careers were ecstatic, showering them with praise.
Yet the Best Actor award, the most closely watched category this year, had not been announced. No one knew who would take the title.
Lights shone on the stage, and the big screen displayed this year's Best Actor nominees.
Clips of the nominees played in turn, accompanied by nonstop screams from fans in the audience.
"Congratulations to Shen Yanci, who played Manager Fu, a man suffering from hysteria, in Twenty-Seven Squares!"
The camera swept across the audience. Dressed in a black suit, Shen Yanci stood and fastened his buttons, his expression cool.
Gold-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose. As he looked up, his deep, dark eyes happened to sweep past the camera.
[??? Shen Yanci actually came?]
[Holy shit, he's so handsome! Aaaah, that cold-faced, refined scoundrel vibe! Does anyone get me?!]
[Fuck, I'm licking my screen! My perfect Alpha Male husband.]
[My lazy, unattainable dream man, who only ever appears on movie screens, actually attended a film festival?]
[This movie came out last year, and it still got nominated. It really is a hit. That staying power is insane.]
[Shen Yanci doesn't have many films, but every one is quality, and he's widely known. Song Yunxing really has an eye for men. That face is fucking unbeatable.]
The music swelled, its drumbeats rapid.
Shen Yanci stepped onto the stage and held the gold microphone on its stand with one hand.
"Hello, can you hear me?" A little static crackled from the microphone before his deep, resonant voice filled