The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1207 Embarrassing
Scarlett, “Please don’t get me wrong.”

Anson: "Okay."

...That's it? Okay?
Scarlett was stunned by the crisp response, and then she realized her embarrassment and panic, and had nowhere to hide from Anson's calmness and composure.

Scarlett thought, wait, why should she panic?
"Are you always so arrogant?" Scarlett shot back.

Anson thought about it carefully and nodded slightly, "Indeed. So, you can see that I have countless enemies, and they are all eager to enjoy this moment."

As he was speaking, another shout came from the back, "Anson, go up, Anson, go up, don't lose heart, your day will come."

Scarlett turned her head sharply, and then saw Tobey Maguire surrounded by a group of models, parading through the streets in a grand manner, shouting at Anson.

Nothing to hide.

Toby's shout attracted the attention of other people on the street, and Anson, who had been hiding in the shadows, was suddenly exposed to everyone's sight.

"Anson, you're going to be fine."

"Come on, man."

The bustling sounds came one after another, like a tide rushing in.

However, Scarlett did not see empathy. On the contrary, she only saw gloating and condescension in those faces and eyes.

Those eyes hide malice——

Or maybe there is no hiding at all.

Scarlett was a little angry and a little irritated. She glanced at those people, but they didn't care at all and didn't even make eye contact with Scarlett.

Finally, Scarlett looked at Toby.

Toby noticed it and immediately showed an innocent and caring expression. His angelic baby face looked pitiful and there was no trace of the smug look just now.

Then, Toby withdrew his gaze and walked away, chatting and laughing with the models beside him. His unbridled laughter was particularly rampant.

"Asshole." Scarlett shouted at Toby's back.

Toby didn't look back.

Scarlett turned to look at Anson, only to find that Anson had a look of astonishment on his face, as if he was not the one who had just been caught in the vortex of the storm.

Scarlett was a little depressed and wanted to say something, but when she saw Anson's calmness and composure, the conversation just now came back to her mind. She let out a long breath, looked at Anson quietly, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

She knew that Anson was frank and straightforward, and did not take those prejudices and jealousies seriously, but she herself had experienced it and was still experiencing it. Even if they tried their best to ignore those gazes, the ubiquitous pressure still lingered and made people physically and mentally exhausted.

Such, of course, is the price of fame and fortune.

They stand under the spotlight, enjoying cheers and applause; but inevitably, they also have to face the attacks and slander that follow.

Looking at Anson quietly, an idea popped up in Scarlett's mind. She tried to suppress it and extinguish it, but it still came out uncontrollably.

"I remember..." Scarlett started, "Ah, I know I will regret it, but..." Scarlett took a deep breath and regained her composure, "But I think I remember the choreography."

Anson paused with his right hand holding the Coke, revealing a bit of confusion, "Your choreography?"

Scarlett closed her eyes and said with a desperate attitude, "Do you want to see it?"

Anson blinked, unable to suppress his surprise and astonishment, "...Now?"

Scarlett, "Don't force me to ask a second time. The angels and the demons are fighting each other. I think I'm making a mistake."

"Haha." Anson's eyes were full of smiles. "Of course. I'm ready."

But after a pause, Anson looked around and said, "Scarlett, are you sure?"

People come and go, the flow never stops.

The guests who finished the award ceremony left the Hilton Hotel like a tide. There was a crowd of fans standing across the street, shouting their hearts out. Even without Scarlett making any move, many people were already looking over here.

Here? In public? Is it really okay?

Scarlett took a deep breath and said, "Whatever."

Scarlett pulled her skirt back and got into a stance. She could clearly hear her heart beating wildly, almost bursting.

Anson couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Scarlett's face curled up into a bun. "Be quiet. Shut up. I need your full attention."

Anson shut his mouth obediently, but his eyes and cheeks were full of an expression of watching a good show, and even his shoulders were shaking uncontrollably.

Scarlett herself felt a sense of unreality, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise, but she still grasped her reason and regained her composure.

“Yo, let me tell you what I want…” He started off a little slowly, with the wrong rhythm, like a motorcycle warming up, then slowly accelerated, “I really, really want something.”

While singing, he waved his hands.

Obviously, this is not hip-hop or breakbeat, and it can't even be called "voguing", it's just waving hands like a cheerleader.

Slightly funny, slightly cute.

But this is not surprising, is it? After all, this is a dance that Scarlett choreographed as a child, and there is no professionalism at all. It is purely for her own amusement.

However, Scarlett was extremely focused, and slowly, slowly, she put the embarrassing embarrassment behind her and completely immersed herself in her performance.

"So tell me what you want, what you really, really want."

As the rhythm gets faster and faster, the hands swing faster and faster, to the point where one might even suspect that this is a dance of demons, all just nonsense.

This scene was so spectacular and shocking that Anson couldn't believe his eyes. "Wow..."

He sighed and blurted out a smile.

Anson curled up his hands and feet and looked around. He could clearly feel that everyone around him was stunned and had no idea what was going on here.

But Scarlett has completely let go of her burdens, is enjoying herself, and is becoming more and more relaxed and happier.

Scarlett even looked at Anson, their eyes met, and a smile crept up the corners of her mouth.

Anson felt his cheeks almost burning, a pure, simple happiness surged in his chest, and laughter flowed out naturally.

Scarlett looked for Anson's gaze, stared at Anson to make eye contact, and the song entered the most classic part of the chorus.

"I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it..."

"I really really really want Zigazig, ah..."

Finally, the spectacle ended.

Anson: Hehe, hehe. I couldn't stop laughing.

Scarlett deliberately adjusted her still hair in an exaggerated manner and let out a long breath, "Thank you for watching."

Moreover, Scarlett bowed not only to Anson, but also to the audience around her.

The stunned eyes from all directions were still in shock. No one knew what had happened, and everyone looked like they had seen a ghost.

Scarlett held her head high and looked at Anson confidently, "How is it? Isn't it perfect? ​​I showed excellent acting talent when I was a child, right?"

As he spoke, he quietly turned his head and avoided his gaze.

Scarlett finally came to her senses now and covered her eyes with her right hand, "God, I'm sweating all over. What the hell did I just do?"

"Haha, hahaha." Anson knew he shouldn't laugh, but looking at Scarlett with her arms and legs curled up, he couldn't stop laughing.

(End of this chapter)