Chapter 110: The Campaign Showdown

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"Has Medusa completely lost her mind? How many times has she rushed headlong into danger like a moth to a flame, yet she refuses to give up. What kind of conviction drives her to keep crashing into walls? I really don’t understand," Meining said, puzzled, unwilling to believe that a Best Actress would be so stubbornly reckless.

"She must have enough confidence in herself," Yu shrugged.

Lin Zhiwei nodded in agreement. After all, the aura of a Best Actress, combined with the constant covetous gazes of men around her, made this kind of obstinacy understandable. Once she meets an anomaly like this, she truly won’t turn back until she hits a brick wall.

"Here they come!" Yu excitedly tugged Lin Zhiwei’s arm.

At that moment, He Liang and Qin Yue both took the stage. "Yueyue, why do you look so nervous you’re trembling?" He Liang teased deliberately.

"Teacher He, with two male idols on the same stage, how could I not be nervous?" Qin Yue beamed with excitement. "Hurry up and bring them out. I believe everyone here is just as impatient as I am, right?"

"Yes!" The female fans in the audience responded wildly.

"To satisfy everyone, this is the first time these two male idols share the stage. Please welcome them," He Liang announced emphatically.

One on the left, one on the right, one in black and one in white, like twin flowers blooming side by side—each distinct, yet inexplicably harmonious.

The fans of the two stars had intended to shout their idols’ names loudly to outdo the other, but surprisingly, at this moment there was no reason to dislike either. They were captivated by both figures, watching their own favorites while secretly glancing at the other.

Chu Chuo, dressed in a black leather jacket casually open, had removed his mask. Like a dark emissary unsealed, he exuded a devilish charm. Behind him, it seemed as if enormous wings were about to unfurl—sharp, bold, heroic, with an indifferent expression.

On the other side, Ling Ziheng wore the same white-striped shirt, ethereal as a banished immortal. Like jade shattered in Kunshan and phoenix cries, hibiscus weeping dew and fragrant orchids smiling, he was to be admired from afar, untouchable. Still wearing his mask, he resembled a celestial being from Penglai, mysterious and unfathomable.

The votes on the big screen kept neck and neck, the live chat exploded with excitement.

Qin Yue looked left and right, wanting to watch both, unable to get enough of either.

Two completely different atmospheres and handsome men—how could one choose?

"Yueyue, I think your neck’s about to twist," He Liang asked, noticing Qin Yue’s flushed face as she turned between the two. His partner clearly lacked composure; with two idols present, this could be trouble.

Qin Yue’s thoughts raced wildly, but drawing on years of hosting experience, she quickly composed herself. "Teacher He, this is the highlight of my career. You can’t let me embarrass myself in front of the idols."

"You? We’ve worked together for so many years. I don’t care. The audience is the priority. Let’s have our idols greet everyone first," He Liang cut in quickly and handed the microphone to Chu Chuo, who was nearest.

Tilting his head with a mischievous smile, Chu Chuo whispered low, "Chu’s here."

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

"I, Chu, am mighty!"

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Chu Chuo’s fans in the audience were instantly mesmerized, loving to see him so arrogant and untouchable!

"King Chu, so next up is this side," He Liang passed the microphone to Ling Ziheng.

Ling Ziheng nodded in thanks and softly said, "Ling Ruoyu, thank you."

Five clean words, cool and detached like the man himself.

Yet they truly gripped the audience’s hearts.

"Ruoyu!!! Ahhhhh!"

"What to do, Ruoyu looks just like a fairy in a painting!"

"A celestial being, a god, really!"

"Ah, why doesn’t Ruoyu take off the mask? I want to see my husband’s face so badly."

...

"Okay, hey? I’m not the only one curious, right? I want to ask King Ling why he doesn’t take off the mask," He Liang boldly asked.

Ling Ziheng replied calmly, "I hope everyone will focus more on my performance and progress."

The implication was clear: winning with good looks is unfair; he disdains superficial victories.

Lin Zhiwei silently translated for herself—sounds pleasant, but when you think about it, it’s profound. No wonder he’s so calculating.

Pei Xi in the audience wore a wry expression. He had overheard clearly outside the dressing room that it was Director Lin who didn’t want anyone to see her young master’s face. That was why the young master obediently wore the mask—not for the fans. This was a mouthful of dog food served up, fully satisfying!

Chu Chuo’s eyes grew cold. Hmph, Ling Ziheng didn’t put him in his eyes at all.

"King Ling is so thoughtful, so what about King Chu? Anything to say to your fans? Come on, rally some votes," He Liang nodded appreciatively. Ling Ruoyu had left him wanting more in several interviews; with such cultivation and knowledge, he was no ordinary talent.

Chu Chuo snorted coldly, "Hmph, you fairies, will you vote or not?"

The audience gasped. Such an arrogant and unconventional vote solicitation could only come from Chu Chuo. Even He Liang nearly choked on his words. He had always heard Chu was arrogant but unrestrained—indeed, it was his style, utterly unpretentious and dominantly authentic.

"Just vote then, none of your business."

"You’re so stubborn, I’m definitely voting."

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Chu Chuo’s fans were well accustomed to their idol’s cynical attitude and shouted along.

"So what about King Ling?" Qin Yue seized the opportunity, flashing a coquettish glance. The Chu King was too fickle; if she had to choose, it had to be King Ling.

Ling Ziheng pondered, "I was reluctant to embarrass myself, but it is my director, Lin Zhi, and every fan here and watching online who encouraged me and made this opportunity possible. They helped me discover another self and enjoy the stage. I hope everyone likes it."

Wow—rarely did Ling Ruoyu speak so much at once. Qin Yue stared at the man beside her in a daze. Listening to him, it truly sounded like enjoyment. No worries, just that tone and voice alone intoxicated the senses.

"What is this, getting shown up by a face full of love," Meining protested, arms crossed. "Boss, we’ve all worked hard too, busting our backs for over a month, busy nonstop, sometimes with no meals, and in the end not even a nomination. I protest!"

"What’s there to complain about? It’s all thanks to Director Lin’s perfect stage design combined with the boss’s talent. The inspiration for your outfit’s design came from Director Lin too," Yu shot him a glance.

"Exactly," Zhao Lei chimed in, unusually supportive.

"Hey, you guys..." Meining was so mad but had to admit it. Director Lin’s stage design skills were truly top-notch. Just thinking about working with him to create such a perfect stage made her secretly proud.

"Alright, alright, this is only the first round," Lin Zhiwei yawned, reminding them.

The fans in the audience and viewers outside were clearly enjoying it immensely—humble attitude, perfect stage, yet tinged with aloofness, hitting the hearts of countless young women.

More importantly, without voting, how could they ever see their idols’ true faces? They would risk everything to vote.

"All my votes go to you, Ruoyu. Just one glance, please, just one!"

Without seeing her husband’s face, she had no energy for anything.

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The live chat was flooded with viewers’ complaints, but Ling Ziheng’s votes soared rapidly, overtaking and far outpacing second-place Chu Chuo.

Pei Xi sighed deeply, "Wake up, everyone. Ruoyu is just a devoted husband, wearing the mask to please his wife. If you knew the truth, I’m afraid you’d cry!!!"