"Hold it, hot."

Jing Zeheng's voice was not loud, but it was particularly warm.

Chen Fanyin took the milk tea cup blankly, looked at him with bright eyes in confusion, and asked sincerely: "Cousin, which male graduating from the Medal class are you?"

She wanted to write three recommendation letters a day to the Civil Affairs Bureau, and sincerely suggested that all the men who are suitable for marriage be sent to the training.

Jing Zeheng's mouth raised lightly and replied: "It's passed down from ancestors."

Chen Fanyin smacked her tongue, "Okay."

She finally knew why Ms. Chen walked out of the shadow and married Uncle Jing.

The cold fingertips were warmed by milk tea, and the warmth gradually spread, driving away the cold.

Chen Fanyin lowered his eyes and drank a sip of milk tea. The tea tasted very strong, and the sweetness was just right, which was very suitable for the mouth.

She took a few more sips.

Jing Zeheng sat upright, but his attention was always on her.

Seeing that she continued to drink after taking a sip, he felt relieved.

He has been eating at home these days, and he noticed that she is not very interested in sweets and hates coriander even more.

So—after the first supper, coriander never appeared on the table again, and the desserts at home also reduced the sugar ratio as appropriate.

There are some details that need not be explained specifically.

The award ceremony was boring. Chen Fanyin sipped milk tea and applauded with the applause. He watched the winner cry with joy. The loser pretended to be generous and had to smile appropriately when the camera came.

She just wants to know when it will end.

Finally, when she drank half of the milk tea, she heard the host say:

"...The following are the most popular awards for this year's Golden Armor Awards, the best designer! The designers nominated for this time are-"

"A well-known master in the industry, a senior who won the Golden Weaver Award three times, Zheng Xiuli!"

"Outstanding young designer who has won various awards many times at home and abroad, Luo Ning!"

“…”

Whenever the host talks about one more nominee, a person's shot will be cut into the big screen.

Listening to the names of the others, Chen Fanyin breathed a sigh of relief.

There are so many big names, she has seen the award.

She held the milk tea cup, and when she thought that the award was over, she could go home, the smile on the corner of her mouth became much more sincere.

As long as she is not allowed to come on stage, it will do whatever she wants.

"And Chen Fanyin, a new designer who has entered the public eye for the first time, has come to the public!"

The next second, Chen Fanyin saw his smiling face appear on the big screen.

Because it was a close-up shot, the milk tea cup in her hand was not photographed, and the coat on her legs was even more unlikely to be seen.

She simply sat upright and smiled without any awareness of tidying up her appearance.

"If you are invited to our award presenter, Teacher Zeng Yao will read the results!"

Amid the extremely warm applause, Mr. Zeng stood up from the middle seat. He waved to the audience, and then walked towards the stage with a smile.

The stage stairs were on the side, and when Zeng Lao passed by Chen Fanyin.

When I saw the milk tea in her hand, the old man couldn't help but twitch.

He just saw Chen Fanyin laughing well, but he didn't expect that outside the camera, she even held a cup of half-drink milk tea?

Old Zeng frowned and gave her a look.

But this look was too complicated, Chen Fanyin didn't understand it, and she still smiled like a flower, just waiting to get home from get off work.

Mr. Zeng came on stage, smiled and greeted him for a few words, and then took the envelope from the host's hand.

As he unfolded the envelope, he couldn't help but glance at the direction of Chen Fanyin again.

Then he was desperate.

His good apprentice looked at the side door right now, probably wanting to wait for the host to finish her life and rush out.

Mr. Zeng took a deep breath and stopped looking at her.

That's it!

He opened the envelope and said word by word:

“The winner of the 43rd Golden Weaver Award for Best Designer Award is—”

"Chen Fanyin."

Chen Fanyin suddenly turned around and looked at Mr. Zeng on the stage in surprise.

Her smile froze, and her hands holding the milk tea cup began to tighten, and the soft plastic cup was twisted by her.

There was a thunderous applause behind her, and various congratulations rushed into her ears.

But at this moment, she could not hear anything, just looking at the brightly lit stage, as if it was a execution ground.

With a blank hand, she subconsciously lowered her head and found that the milk tea was gone.

Jing Zeheng pulled the cup out of her hand before the milk tea overflowed.

He looked at her worriedly and asked, "Fanyin, what's wrong?"

His voice recalled Chen Fanyin's thoughts floating away.

She forced her lips to pull the corners and showed a not-looking smile: "No, it's okay, I just didn't expect it..."

Her appearance is in line with the nervousness and joy of the newcomer when he won the award. Others didn't think much about it, but Jing Zeheng frowned.

The tension and horror in her eyes were so similar to last night.

He was not in the mood to congratulate her, so he shook her hand hard and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

This is particularly familiar, and he said it to her last night.

Looking at his deep eyes, Chen Fanyin felt at ease for no reason, and the uneasy feeling was suppressed a little.

She calmed down and stood up amid the congratulations of others.

Handing Jing Zeheng the blazer, she slowly walked towards the stage stairs.

The journey was not far, Chen Fanyin had to step up the steps after walking ten steps.

Four steps, and then she stood on the stage.

The light chase was locked in her tightly, and at this moment, she was the focus of the audience.

In the center of the stage, Mr. Zeng was waving to her: "Girl, what are you thinking?"

The host smiled and smoothed out: "Fanyin is a little nervous, don't hurry, take it slowly."

Chen Fanyin stood by the side of the stage, took a deep breath and walked over.

It was quiet around her and she could even hear her footsteps.

It was not as messy as that time, this time, there were only her own footsteps on the whole stage.

She took a deep breath and comforted herself silently in her heart.

It's okay, really, it's all over, that kind of thing won't happen again... She changed her surname, and so many years have passed, no one will remember it...

There were only these few words in her mind, and she kept muttering over and over again, and she didn't even hear what the master said to her.

Mr. Zeng couldn't help but feel a little confused when he looked at Chen Fanyin, who was so nervous that his hands were trembling.

This girl has always been fearless. What's wrong with this today?

She just went on stage to receive an award, and she was not that socially terrified person!

When Mr. Zeng handed the trophy to Chen Fanyin, he suddenly realized it later—

In four years of college, Chen Fanyin never went on stage.

Chen Fanyin has excellent grades and is beautiful. But no matter whether it is the Art Festival or the Excellent Student Commendation Conference, whether the teacher personally invites her to perform on stage or she has a basket of awards to win, she has never been on stage.

Either refuse to be ill or simply lose contact, no one wants to let her on stage.

Only this time did she think she would never win the prize and didn't hide.

Mr. Zeng's eyes were filled with worries.

He handed the trophy to Chen Fanyin's hands and whispered: "Girl, don't be nervous, Master is here."

Chen Fanyin bit the tip of her tongue, and the pain calmed her down a little.

She barely pulled the corner of her mouth and walked to the microphone under the host's instructions.

She opened her mouth but couldn't speak.

In front of me is a dark audience.

They clapped, not sure whether it was true or false.

That day... it was the same.

She enjoyed everyone's cheers and envy and was the focus of the stage.

However, the next second, she was pulled and dragged away by several men who rushed to the stage.
Chapter completed!