You were supposed to have a fake marriage with the diva, so how did you become her father?

When Lu Ran came down from the podium, he could feel Shen Yuege looking at him.

She sat in the front row, her deep purple backless dress reflecting the light and making her entire face glow.

He gave her a "sure thing" gesture, and she returned the gesture. Then, they were both glared at by Jiang Nanxi, who was sitting next to them.

"Can you two be a little more mindful of the occasion?" Jiang Nanxi, who was sitting next to them, whispered a reminder. "It's being broadcast live online."

However, judging from his demeanor, he was still somewhat jealous.

Lu Ran had just chatted with Jiang Nanxi for a while and felt that she was quite compatible with him.

However, he is mainly an idol singer, and his works are relatively average.

Lu Ran sat down and placed the Best Producer trophy on his lap: "What are you afraid of? The trophy is mine."

Jiang Nanxi rolled her eyes, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her face.

The pace that followed was so fast that even Lu Ran himself was a little dazed.

Best music video.

The award presenter was Fang Huai, who received the award in the previous year.

As Fang Huai opened the envelope, he suddenly said into the microphone, "Actually, I don't think this award needs to be opened, but the procedure requires it, so I'll open it anyway."

The audience burst into laughter.

Fang Huai pulled out the card, flashed it at the camera, and then read: "A Thousand Songs" - Shen Yuege.

Shen Yuege stood up from her seat, her skirt trailing on the ground. As she walked, she glanced back at Lu Ran.

Lu Ran raised her chin at her, gesturing for her to hurry up.

She lifted her skirt and went up on stage, took the trophy from Fang Huai, and bowed.

"Thank you," she said into the microphone, pausing for a moment. "Thank you, Lu Ran, and thank you to the whole team. This music video took three days to shoot, and one day it was raining. Everyone got soaked, especially the cameraman. I almost thought he was going to get injured on the job when he was carrying his equipment into the rain. Thank you."

Fang Huai added from the side, "What about you? Did you get wet?"

"I got wet," Shen Yuege said, "but I had an assistant holding an umbrella for me."

Another burst of laughter erupted from the audience.

Shen Yuege came down carrying the trophy, and as she passed Lu Ran, she shoved the trophy into his hands: "Hold this for me, I need to go back up later."

Lu Ran took them and looked at the two trophies in his hands, one gold and one silver, which were surprisingly heavy when placed on his lap.

He turned to Jiang Nanxi and asked, "Have you thought about giving the winners a bag?"

Jiang Nanxi ignored him.

Next up is the best arrangement.

The presenter had changed; the presenter was now the vice president of the Producers Guild, an elderly gentleman with half-gray hair.

The old gentleman was very honest; he opened the envelope and read directly: "A Thousand Songs, by Lu Ran."

This time, it was Lu Ran who went up.

He entrusted the two trophies on his lap to Jiang Nanxi, who was forced to accept them, with an expression that seemed to say, "Am I your assistant?"

Lu Ran went on stage, shook hands with the old gentleman, accepted the trophy, and leaned towards the microphone.

"Yuege has already expressed her gratitude, so I'll keep it brief." He paused, "Thank you to the arrangement team, especially keyboardist Lao Zhou. He recorded that arpeggio in the intro twenty-seven times. Twenty-seven times! Every time I said 'that's enough,' he said no, he insisted on recording it again. Finally, I told him that recording any more would exceed the budget, and only then did he stop."

Someone in the audience shouted, "Is Lao Zhou here?"

Lu Ran looked down at the audience and saw Lao Zhou sitting in the corner of the last row, waving at him with a slightly flushed face.

Lu Ran gave him a thumbs up, then took the trophy and went downstairs.

Back in his seat, he found that Jiang Nanxi had returned the two trophies to him, and now he had three trophies side by side on his lap.

Jiang Nanxi said, "You're like someone selling trophies now."

"It won't fetch a good price," Lu Ran said. "The names are all engraved on the bases."

Then comes the best composition.

The presenter for this award was the music director of the TV station. This guy was a chatterbox. He talked for three minutes straight, from his career to this year's music market, before finally opening the envelope.

The moment he pulled out the card, he said into the microphone, "Still Thousand Songs."

When Lu Ran stood up again, some artists in the front row turned around and applauded him.

He strode onto the stage, accepted the trophy, shook hands with the music director, and then approached the microphone.

He was silent for two seconds, and the audience waited quietly for him to speak.

"I don't really have anything new to say," he said honestly. "Thank you to everyone involved in this song, and thank you to Yue Ge for singing it. If I had to add one more thing, thank you to China for providing such a wonderful entertainment atmosphere."

The audience responded with applause and laughter.

Lu Ran carried the fourth trophy as he walked off the stage.

The applause from the audience grew even louder.

Shen Yuege waited for him downstairs. After he sat down, she leaned closer, head down, and said, "You stole my line! I was going to say this line. How am I supposed to say it now?"

"You can thank your mom," Lu Ran said.

"That sounds a bit like swearing!" Shen Yuege said. "Fine, I'll thank my mom for forcing me to learn to dance."

"That sounds more like an insult."

Before the words were even finished, the presenter had already announced the Best Cantonese Song award.

Shen Yuege stood up again. This time, she went on stage with practiced ease, accepted the trophy, and said only one sentence into the microphone: "Thank you to my mother for encouraging me to learn to dance and music when I was little. Mom, I love you."

The applause from the audience grew even more continuous.

It seemed as if everyone's applause was reserved specifically for the two of them.

Shen Yuege came down with the trophy in her arms and placed it on his lap. Now there are five trophies.

Lu Ran looked down at the mountain of trophies piled up on his lap, feeling like he was playing Jenga.

Jiang Nanxi, who was standing next to him, finally couldn't stand it anymore and reached out to help him take two seats and put them on her lap.

"Thank you," Lu Ran said.

"If you take one more seat, I won't be able to sit still," Jiang Nanxi said. "I'm wearing a skirt today, it doesn't have pockets."

But what was bound to happen still happened.

Best song.

This was the most prestigious award of the evening, and the presenter was now the director of the television station, a middle-aged man who always spoke slowly.

When the station director went on stage, there was a few seconds of silence. He opened the envelope very slowly, almost as if he was deliberately dragging out the pace.

Lu Ran sat up straight, and Shen Yuege's hand was on the armrest, about three centimeters away from his wrist.

The station manager finally pulled out the card.

He glanced down, then looked up and said into the microphone, "You all probably guessed this result."

He turned the card towards the camera—"A Thousand Songs".

It's "A Thousand Songs" again.

Lu Ran finally understood what it meant to go on stage to receive an award as soon as the music started.

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