Ling Momo paused, a guest holding and delivering a trophy up to her. Ling Momo stared at the trophy, her hands tightly gripping the microphone in her palms, then she raised her head, looked at the sea of people in front of her, took a deep breath as though making a significant decision, and spoke with a pause at every word, resolutely beginning, "But this award for the most popular female singer, I cannot accept."
The guest holding the trophy was the first to be stunned on the spot, gazing into the depths of Ling Momo’s eyes, which also shimmered with intense surprise. Read complete version only at novelFirｅ.net
The hosts of the music festival, naturally, were world-class, smoothing over countless awkward situations effortlessly.
However, such a statement from Ling Momo turned the host’s face ashen pale; he trembled and struggled to articulate his lips before finally asking, "What?"
At that moment, the venue was extremely silent; everyone thought they had misheard. As the host asked "What?" the atmosphere turned eerily silent, oppressively still.
Millions of eyes were fixed on Ling Momo.
Ling Momo blinked, her expression calm, the knuckles on her hand holding the microphone were prominent, clearly exerting a lot of effort. She didn’t look at anyone, focusing straight ahead with a firm resolve twinkling in her eyes, and she once again began to speak clearly, "I said, I refuse to accept this award."
Then a wave of uproar followed.
Flashes and shutter sounds merged into one.
The judges sitting in the special guest seats turned pale as death.
The expressions of the major investors of the music festival became extremely ugly; they fiercely glared at the directors responsible for the festival, frightening the directors into breaking out in a sweat, exchanging looks, yet they dared not utter a word.
No one had anticipated that a music festival, which had always been live broadcasted without any issues, would encounter such a situation this year!
Then, the people at the scene completely snapped back to reality, and a continuous buzz of discussions arose.
Even the stars, who were usually at loggerheads, now set aside past grievances, tilting their heads and whispering quietly to one another.
The host had conducted the music festival for several years, each year encountering minor and major incidents, but none year; facing the chaotic scene, he was at a loss for what to say.
Thus, the scene grew increasingly chaotic.
Only Li Qingshen sat there, composed, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on Ling Momo, not blinking at all, but the light in his eyes turned somewhat cold, his lips slightly pursed.
The nervousness that had originally resided deep in Ling Momo’s heart had now completely evaporated.
Thus, Ling Momo appeared especially calm, like an undisturbed ocean.
She held the microphone, her eyes slightly glazed, and began speaking in a soft, slow voice, "Ten years ago, a sixteen-year-old girl, with dreams and love, entered the entertainment circle."
As Ling Momo spoke, the chaotic atmosphere at the scene gradually calmed down bit by bit.
Many people shifted their focus to Ling Momo’s words.
"Sixteen is the most beautiful beginning for a girl, young and pretty, brimming with vitality in high school, yet that girl had to drop out of school due to her family’s poverty."