From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Live broadcasts are all about immediacy. Even a hesitation of 0.01 seconds can cause you to miss something crucial. Everything changes in an instant. This is a test of your on-the-spot reactions.

Compared to Brad and Jennifer, Kate and Anson clearly demonstrated a level of professionalism that was on a completely different level, firmly controlling the situation.

A second ago, Kate was saying "good personal relationship." Brad and Jennifer exchanged a glance, unable to stop themselves from worrying—

They hadn't invited Anson to their wedding.

If Anson brought it up, or if Kate asked, there would naturally be some explaining to do.

The next second, Anson cracked a little joke, "Only for display purposes. Like at the Metropolitan Museum of Art."

If it were just the first half of the sentence, it would inevitably sound a bit sarcastic, implying that their so-called friendship was just for public relations. But with the addition of the second half, a corny joke, whether funny or not, the atmosphere immediately lightened up.

Kate couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Oh, God, that's the lamest joke I've heard all year."

Anson didn't mind, spreading his hands, "Sorry, this is my first live television appearance. I'm a little nervous. Can we rewind and do it again?"

"Haha." Not only Kate, but even Jennifer couldn't help but giggle.

Brad couldn't believe his ears, looking at Jennifer with a face full of disappointment, as if to say, 'You're actually amused by a joke like that?'

But the true meaning behind his gaze was probably only known to them.

However, the surrounding reporters also smiled slightly.

First live broadcast, first awards ceremony, nervousness was inevitable. However, Anson's handling of it revealed a calm and resourceful wit behind the nervousness.

This was rare.

Moreover, Anson's consistently expressionless face naturally created a sense of innocent aloofness, contrasting with the atmosphere of the scene, creating another kind of humorous effect.

Kate reacted quickly and cracked another joke, "Don't worry, the audience is always forgiving of first-timers. Or, for certain handsome guys, second and third times are also tolerable."

Her gaze landed on Anson—

This was praise.

Anson nodded slightly, pointing to the side, "Brad, perhaps?"

Brad finally reacted, "Hey, I'm innocent."

Usually, Brad was the humorous one when he gathered with friends, but in front of Anson, he just felt a bit awkward. It was like this last time, and it was no exception this time—

They had clearly planned everything perfectly, but they hadn't expected Anson to break through head-on, not only enduring the immense pressure of "clout-chasing" to directly greet them, but also effortlessly controlling the situation, completely relegating the newlywed couple to supporting roles. What was even worse was that he gained attention by teasing them as a couple.

…How did Anson do it?

As a result, Brad underperformed, completely unable to display his usual humor, not even a tenth of it.

Look, right now.

Although Brad responded with a sentence, all the laughter from the audience surged towards Anson.

Kate's gaze was completely unable to leave Anson, Brad and Jennifer relegated to being mere foils.

Was this... was this reasonable?

Brad! Jennifer! Newlyweds! America's sweethearts! The biggest topic of the Emmys tonight! Actually! Relegated to supporting roles!

How could it be!

However, all of this was happening right now. Neither the audience nor the reporters felt anything was amiss, as if Anson should be standing in that position. Although nothing particularly special had happened, the focus of attention silently fell on Anson, so naturally and so reasonably.

Kate looked at Anson with a smile, "I'm praising you, but perhaps the audience watching the red carpet in front of the television doesn't know you."

Blair Miller, staring at the television screen, nodded vigorously—

Her mother's voice came from behind, "Blair, if you nod any harder, your head is going to fall off."

However!

She never expected that when that figure appeared in front of the camera, that face, that figure, that expression, that temperament, she could no longer take her eyes off him.

Brad was clearly right next to him, but Blair could only see that figure. Without a smile, without any action, every move he made could easily grab all of her attention, her heart almost bursting.

Who... is he?

This was the only thing Blair cared about.

So, when Kate said this sentence, Blair could no longer control herself, every cell in her body screaming.

Obviously, Blair wasn't the only one.

Not only the millions of viewers watching at this moment, who originally came for Brad and Jennifer but unexpectedly discovered a treasure; the audience at the Shrine Auditorium was no exception, the audience at the red carpet entrance no longer cheering or shouting, all holding their breath and straining their ears.

Kate smiled, "Your guest appearance on 'Friends' last time won countless applause and praise, and you were nominated for Best Guest Actor in a Comedy Series tonight. It's hard to imagine that you're only eighteen years old this year, and 'Friends' was your first work. So, why don't you introduce yourself?"

The microphone was once again held up to Anson.

"Wood. Anson Wood."

Efficient, concise.

Blair only felt her heart stop beating, her mind and heart filled with only this name, "AnsonAnsonAnson."

On the screen, Anson showed a shallow smile, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye, but the upward curve of his lips fiercely tugged at Blair's heart.

Kate noticed the detail, tilting her head slightly, "Wait. Were you just imitating James Bond in your self-introduction?"

A hint of teasing and slyness flowed in her eyes, completely not expecting Anson to leave an impression in such a way.

But…

Kate couldn't help but carefully size up Anson. For a moment, Kate, who was knowledgeable and battle-hardened, couldn't control her heart from skipping a beat.

Maybe, possibly, perhaps, it seemed, as if… Anson was indeed suitable for 007. Of course, his age might be a bit… But, wasn't this temperament, this aura, a perfect match for the role of a suave British gentleman spy?

Kate was a little amazed.

Anson didn't answer—at least, not verbally.

He simply raised his right index finger and placed it on his lips, "Shhh."

This was equivalent to admitting it, but telling all the viewers to keep it a secret?

Then, the face that had no extra expression throughout had some slight changes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a shallow smile, but it disappeared in an instant and calmed down.

A moment of brilliance, proudly blooming.

Ah!

Blair couldn't control herself, every cell in her body screaming, using all her strength to scream, staring at the television screen, just like this, falling, slowly falling.

In the camera lens, Kate was also slightly stunned. She hadn't expected Anson's response, nor had she expected Anson's smile.

The cold and distant temperament, like seeing the sun through the clouds, instantly brightened up, the fiery red sunset in the sky poured down like a waterfall, igniting the red carpet under his feet, but obediently and quietly prostrating at Anson's feet, time and space briefly, very briefly, losing their meaning.

The focus of the entire audience quietly condensed on Anson.

Everything else lost focus and became a blur.

Second update.