I became a movie star at the age of three; Dilraba and I are childhood sweethearts.

The song ended.

As the last accented note of the music faded, Xiao Chen paused in a cool ending pose.

Sweat slid down his refined jawline, reflecting a diamond-like gleam under the light.

The entire room fell silent.

One second later.

Whoosh—!

Thunderous applause and cheers, like a tsunami, engulfed the entire venue!

Everyone stood up, clapping and screaming wildly.

Xiao Chen slowly straightened up, his breathing steady, his face still expressionless.

He bowed slightly to the audience, then turned and walked off the stage.

From the moment he transmigrated to this world at the age of three, Xiao Chen consciously honed skills he never had before.

To maintain a good figure on camera, Xiao Chen naturally learned dance.

As soon as he returned to the stage, he was immediately surrounded.

"Xiao! An incredible performance!"

"Hey bro, who taught you to dance? That's awesome!"

"I'm a producer at Sony Music. Would you be interested in talking about your next album?"

Countless enthusiastic faces crowded around, and praises in various languages ​​filled the air.

Wang Jinhua desperately protected him, while inwardly despising all of them.

These people didn't look like this just before Xiao Chen went on stage.

Xiao Chen did not respond to these people, but simply maintained a polite smile and nodded at most.

Just then, the awards ceremony on stage officially began.

The host announced the first award in an enthusiastic voice.

"The winner of this year's Grammy Award for Best New Artist is...."

The drumbeats began, stirring the hearts of all the nominees.

The images of the five nominees began to flash across the big screen.

When Xiao Chen's face appeared, the crowd erupted in cheers once again.

The host drew out his words, building up the suspense.

The winner is—Xiao Chen!

The spotlight shone on Xiao Chen, who was surrounded by the crowd.

Wang Jinhua excitedly hugged him tightly.

"Xiao Chen! You won an award!"

"You really won an award!"

This is incredible.

Xiao Chen only wrote the song casually to appease Avril.

He actually won a Grammy for Best Newcomer on his first try?!

The surrounding singers also congratulated Xiao Chen.

However, Xiao Chen merely tilted his head slightly; there wasn't even a hint of surprise on his face.

It's like this award, which symbolizes one of the highest honors in the music industry.

To him, it was nothing more than a stone by the roadside.

Wang Jinhua gave him a push.

"Quick! Get on stage!"

Xiao Chen then took a step, walked through the crowd, and headed towards the stage.

Avril jumped up excitedly from her seat.

Although they lost the game.

But seeing Xiao Chen win an award made her even happier than if she had won one herself.

Xiao Chen walked slowly, his steps steady.

He accepted the golden phonograph trophy from the presenter.

All eyes were on him, waiting for his acceptance speech.

Who will he thank?

Thanks to his mother and agent?

Or will he deliver an inspiring speech?

Everyone was speculating about what the boy would say.

Xiao Chen walked up to the microphone and glanced down at the trophy in his hand.

Then, he raised his head and looked around the room.

He parted his thin lips slightly and uttered only two words.

"Thanks."

Standard Chinese pronunciation, clear and crisp.

He then repeated it in the same concise English.

Thanks.

Done.

He turned around, took the trophy, and walked off the stage.

The entire process takes no more than ten seconds.

The entire audience was stunned.

Everyone was stunned.

Is that... all there is to it?

On the Grammy stage, a stage that countless musicians dream of.

In an occasion where the award winner seemed to want to thank his ancestors for eighteen generations, he uttered only two words.

After a brief silence, the stadium erupted in a roar more intense than ever before!

It wasn't cheering, it wasn't screaming.

It was a mixture of shock, admiration, and fervent shouting!

"Cool! That's fucking cool!"

"This attitude! I love it! This is what musicians should be like!"

"He disdains explanation, disdains gratitude, because he knows he deserves it! That's what a true king is!"

In a world like Europe and America that values ​​individuality and attitude, Xiao Chen's simplicity borders on arrogance.

Instead of provoking resentment, it was interpreted as an extreme form of self-confidence!

He doesn't need awards to prove himself.

His existence is proof in itself.

The shouts echoed throughout the Staples Center.

Wang Jinhua, sitting in the audience, looked at the child she had raised, feeling both helpless and proud.

This kid is really something...

It's always surprising.

Avril Lavigne stared intently at the figure walking off the stage.

He calmly returned to his seat and casually placed the golden trophy on the empty seat next to him.

It's like throwing away an unimportant decoration.

Then, he picked up the ceremony program again and started flipping through it.

It was as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

At that moment, Avril's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

This man is like a bottomless whirlpool.

It dazzled her, making her willingly succumb to its allure.

The ceremony continued, and the host's passionate voice rang out once again.

Xiao Chen ignored him. He tapped the process sheet lightly with his fingertips, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.

He disliked lengthy and hypocritical scenes.

He shouldn't be involved in the rest of the awards ceremony, so he and Aunt Hua can leave early.

Just as Xiao Chen was planning to leave, a deep, hoarse voice, reeking of alcohol, rang in his ears.

"Hey, sweetheart."

He looked up and saw a black singer who was nearly two meters tall.

Wearing a huge gold chain, she tilted her head and looked down at him condescendingly.

This person is none other than the infamous rapper in the Western music scene, known in the industry as "Daddy".

The old man's gaze lingered on Xiao Chen without restraint.

His eyes revealed an undisguised greed.

He reached out a large hand and put it on Xiao Chen's shoulder.

My fingertips felt sticky and nauseating.

"Your singing is great, little one."

You remind me of myself when I was young.

His tone was ambiguous as he squeezed Xiao Chen's shoulder hard.

The old man's fingertips caressed the fabric of Xiao Chen's suit, carrying a clear hint.

Xiao Chen frowned suddenly.

In his previous life, he had spent many years working his way up in the martial arts world, and he had seen all sorts of monsters and demons.

He was all too familiar with that look, that gesture.

Without making a sound, Xiao Chen slightly shifted his body to the side, avoiding his father's hand.

A distant smile graced his face.

"Thank you, you flatter me."

Xiao Chen deliberately answered these questions in Chinese.

Dad paused for a second.

Then, he burst into laughter.

"Oh, she's an oriental beauty, interesting."

He spoke in English, moving even closer, almost touching Xiao Chen's face.

The smell of alcohol, mixed with cologne and sweat, hit Xiao Chen's nostrils.