Chapter 303: made it otherworldly
The cameras zoomed in on their exaggerated expressions. The comments online went wild.
"Hahaha these two are always killing me!"
"I already can’t breathe and the awards haven’t even started properly."
"They’re better than the last hosts already!"
The duo wasted no time getting the crowd warmed up.
"So," Jin Ping said, stroking his chin dramatically, "we have the biggest stars in the country here tonight. Brilliant actors. Amazing singers. The nation’s treasures."
"And then... us," Wei Hao added.
Laughter again shook the hall.
They began to walk into the audience area, pretending to look for someone to "test." Wei Hao pointed suddenly, "Ah! There! The legend himself—Director Zhang Wei! Director, do you know the capital of Blue Entertainment?"
The veteran director chuckled, clearly not expecting to be singled out. He played along, "Uh... Blue City?"
Wei Hao gasped theatrically. "Correct! You win a year’s supply of... our selfies!"
The whole stadium groaned in laughter, some booing playfully, while Jin Ping slapped Wei Hao on the back of the head.
"Sit down, you embarrassment," Jin Ping muttered into the mic, making it worse.
They moved on to another target.
"And here we have the dazzling actress, Chen Yueran," Jin Ping said, handing her the mic. "Quick, what’s two plus two?"
Chen Yueran, gorgeous in a glittering gold dress, blinked dramatically before answering with a cheeky grin, "Five?"
The audience erupted. Even the stars nearby doubled over laughing.
Wei Hao pointed at her, grinning. "See! That’s why she’s an actress, not a mathematician!"
The comments online flooded in immediately.
"Chen Yueran is so cute hahaha!"
"She’s glowing tonight omg her dress is insane!"
"Forget the math, I just want her skincare routine."
"She’s so beautiful I can’t!"
The duo continued their playful antics, picking out celebrities, making exaggerated trivia, and even doing silly impressions of some of the idols.
Every time they cracked a joke, the energy in the stadium grew louder, brighter.
It was no longer just an awards ceremony—it was a party.
And everyone, both in the hall and watching online, was swept up in it.
Finally, after several rounds of laughter, Wei Hao raised his hands for silence.
"Alright, alright, enough fun—or Blue Entertainment will kick us off the stage!"
Jin Ping nodded seriously. "It’s time to start this show properly."
They both turned dramatically toward the stage as the lights shifted again.
"And to open tonight’s performances," Wei Hao declared, "please welcome one of the hottest idol groups in the country—the unstoppable, the phenomenal... StarNova!"
The stadium went absolutely wild.
Screams shook the walls. Glow sticks waved in the air like an ocean of light.
The big screens flashed to show the members of StarNova rising up from beneath the stage, dressed in matching silver and black outfits that shimmered under the spotlights.
The first beat dropped, heavy and electrifying.
The fans screamed even louder, some voices cracking from excitement.
The comments online exploded instantly.
"Oh my god Blue Awards knows how to start a show!"
"StarNova are killing it already!"
"I can’t believe I’m alive to see this stage!"
"They’re so handsome!! My babies!!!"
"I’m shaking, help me someone hold me."
The music thundered through the stadium, and the Blue Awards had officially begun—with fireworks, cheers, and a performance that no one would ever forget.
...
The backstage corridors of the Blue Awards were in chaos.
Assistants rushed about with armfuls of costumes. Stage managers barked out instructions into their earpieces. Makeup artists tugged their rolling kits from one changing room to the next. Performers hurried in and out, some already dressed, some half-dressed, others still waiting for their turn.
Everywhere, the air vibrated with noise—the distant roar of the crowd, the faint thrum of bass from the stage, and the clipped voices of staff trying to keep everything in order.
But in one part of the stadium, far from the frantic changing rooms, lay a door with a golden plate.
"Executive Room."
The moment one stepped inside, the noise outside seemed to disappear, swallowed by the soft luxury of the place.
The room was simple, but its simplicity was deliberate, expensive. Cream-colored walls held subtle gold accents. A single vase of white orchids stood on a low table, their fragrance delicate yet commanding. The furnishings were minimal, yet each piece—from the sleek leather armchair to the polished marble countertop—whispered of money and exclusivity.
And at the center of it all, stretched across the executive bed, was a man.
He lay with one arm across his forehead, his body relaxed, his breathing even. The room’s dim light barely touched him, but enough seeped through to carve out his features.
Sharp jawline. High nose bridge. Lips curved slightly, almost in a smile, as though he were dreaming something pleasant.
Even in the shadows, his beauty was impossible to ignore—striking, magnetic, the kind that left an impression long after one stopped looking.
The silence in the room was broken suddenly.
Click.
The door opened.
And in that instant, the sound of the outside world rushed in—the deafening cheers of the audience, the thunderous beat of the idol group still performing on stage, the ecstatic chants of fans.
It lasted only a heartbeat.
The door closed, and the noise was gone.
What remained was the sharp, confident click-clack of heels against the polished floor.
Red heels.
The woman who had entered was not ordinary.
Her gown clung to her body like it had been sewn there, every curve defined, every line precise. It shimmered faintly beneath the low light, catching in places to hint at an elegance both dangerous and captivating.
She walked with a light step, yet each movement carried purpose—controlled, deliberate, commanding.
Her face emerged into the dim glow, and for a moment, the entire room seemed to tilt toward her presence.
Breathtaking.
That was the only word.
Her makeup was subtle, light touches here and there, enough to enhance what was already extraordinary. But her skin... pale, almost unnaturally so. Not the warmth of natural complexion, but the cool paleness of someone whose blood had drained away—or whose vitality was hidden beneath layers of restraint.
Yet somehow, it was this very paleness that made her beauty more otherworldly...
