After being dumped by the diva, I was picked up by her arch-enemy.

A week later.

In Kaohsiung, the night air carries the moisture of the ocean.

Outside the Kaohsiung Arena, the lights were dazzling, and the flashes of light created a silvery sea.

Thousands of fans held up light boards, completely blocking the red carpet area outside the venue.

"Jiang Yichen! Jiang Yichen!"

"King of Chinese Style! Pride of the Chinese People!"

When a black van pulled up at the entrance to the red carpet, the roar of the crowd instantly reached its peak.

The car door opened.

Jiang Yichen stepped out of the car, dressed in a well-tailored black velvet suit.

He had no exaggerated hairstyle, no superfluous accessories, but the moment he appeared, it was as if all the flashbulbs had found the sole protagonist.

He remained calm and nodded slightly towards the fan area, which elicited an even more frenzied scream.

Just as he was about to step onto the red carpet.

Another car was parked next to it.

Veteran superstar Luo Zong walked down the aisle surrounded by a group of assistants.

He was dressed in a white retro suit, his hair was neatly combed, and his face carried the reserve and arrogance of a senior.

Their eyes met briefly in mid-air.

Luo Zong's eyes were filled with obvious scrutiny and disdain. He simply nodded and led his team onto the red carpet, leaving Jiang Yichen standing there.

Reporters' cameras immediately captured this tense scene.

Jiang Yichen watched Luo Zong's retreating figure, feeling nothing at all, and even a little amused.

At this age, why are you still playing these childish bullying games?

He straightened his collar and followed behind at a leisurely pace, stepping onto the red carpet that led to honor and strife.

The red carpet was like a battlefield.

Reporters, like sharks smelling blood, shoved microphones at Jiang Yichen.

"Professor Jiang, you've received eight nominations this time. Are you confident you'll win an award?"

What are your thoughts on Professor Luo Zong's previous statement that music requires depth and experience?

Jiang Yichen stopped and took the microphone closest to him, his expression calm.

"A nomination is an affirmation; thank you to the organizing committee."

"As for Mr. Luo Zong, he is a senior in the music industry, so what he said certainly makes sense."

His answer was watertight, demonstrating humility without falling into the trap the reporter had set.

At the other end of the red carpet, Luo Zong was also surrounded by reporters.

"Mr. Luo, as a strong favorite for Best Male Singer this year, do you think Jiang Yichen is your biggest rival?"

Luo Zong adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, a barely perceptible smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Every era has its own voice."

"But classics need time to mature."

His arrogance was no longer concealed.

……

The awards ceremony.

Jiang Yichen was seated in the center of the first row, next to Lin Qinghe, a diva who had also received multiple nominations.

"Are you nervous?" Lin Qinghe turned her head and asked in a low voice. She was wearing an ice-blue dress today, and she looked absolutely stunning.

"It's alright," Jiang Yichen said calmly.

Looking at his calm profile, Lin Qinghe couldn't help but think to herself, "What do you mean?"

Is this guy's heart made of iron?

The ceremony officially began.

The first few technical awards were presented one by one.

Soon, the first major award arrived.

The winner of this year's Golden Melody Award for Best Lyricist is—

The presenter drew out his words, and the cameras in the audience immediately scanned the faces of the nominees one by one.

"Jiang Yichen! Congratulations on 'Blue and White Porcelain'!"

The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause.

Jiang Yichen stood up, gave Lin Qinghe a light hug, and walked onto the stage.

He accepted the weighty trophy from the presenter and gave a brief speech: "Thank you."

Two words, not one more.

He then turned and stepped off the stage.

The audience and online viewers were stunned.

"Holy crap! That's it? The shortest acceptance speech in history?"

"That's so cool! This is seriously high-class!"

"Jiang Shen: I'm so busy winning awards I'm too lazy to say anything more."

The next hour became Jiang Yichen's personal showcase.

"The winner of this year's Golden Melody Award for Best Composer is—Jiang Yichen! 'Dong Feng Po'!"

"The winner of this year's Golden Melody Award for Best Arranger is—Jiang Yichen! 'Niang Zi'!"

"The winner of this year's Golden Melody Award for Best Album Producer is—Jiang Yichen! 'Dong Feng Po'!"

Jiang Yichen stepped onto the stage time and time again.

From the initial "thank you," to the later "thank you everyone," and finally, he simply raised the trophy and bowed slightly to the audience.

The cameramen on site were very skilled; they always managed to cut the camera to Luo Zong's face.

The veteran superstar's expression changed from initial composure to astonishment, then to ashen, and finally to numbness.

His proud qualifications and background seemed so laughable in the face of Jiang Yichen's overwhelming talent.

Finally, the ceremony reached its climax.

"Next, we will be awarding the Best Album of the Year!"

This is the most prestigious award at the Golden Melody Awards, representing the highest recognition of an album's overall artistry.

On the big screen, the covers of the five nominated albums began to scroll.

Finally, the image freezes on "Dong Feng Po" and Luo Zong's new album.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely tense.

The award presenter, a white-haired music industry veteran, tremblingly opened the envelope.

He stared at the name on the card and remained silent for a full five seconds.

Then, he raised his head and looked in Jiang Yichen's direction, his aged eyes filled with excitement.

"Every era needs a pioneer."

"He used melody as his pen and culture as his ink to paint a landscape painting that we have never seen before."

"The winner of this year's Golden Melody Award for Best Album of the Year is—"

The old man took a deep breath and shouted the name with all his might.

"Jiang Yichen! 'East Wind Breaks'!"

boom!

The entire audience rose to their feet and erupted in applause!

Jiang Yichen took to the stage for the fifth time.

This time, he didn't hold back his words.

He stood in the center of the stage, under the spotlight, his gaze sweeping across the entire audience before finally settling on Luo Zong, whose face was deathly pale.

"Not long ago, a senior said that music needs time to mature."

I completely agree with that statement.

Jiang Yichen raised the trophy in his hand, and his voice was broadcast throughout the venue and across the internet via the microphone.

"And Chinese traditional music has been accumulated for five thousand years."

"I hope that more people can discover the charm of Chinese music."

"Chinese pop culture is the coolest!"

"Thanks."

A hammer is fixed.

This is the ultimate slap in the face, and also the most domineering declaration!

The live stream chat went completely crazy.

"Aaaaaah! That's devastating! Jiang Shen's words are legendary!"

"Five thousand years of accumulated wisdom! This is vision! This is vision!"

"Chinese pop culture is the coolest!"