The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1797 Effortlessly
"Anson!"

A thunderclap from a clear sky, exploding outwards.

Will's heart tightened, the alarm went off, and he went into full alert. An unexpected situation had occurred, and it was ultimately unavoidable. He instantly displayed his professionalism, clearing his mind of all the clutter, like a hedgehog with all its quills raised, well-trained and agile.

The next second—

So, is it 'sunflower' or 'voyage'?

Will: Huh?

Startled, filled with questions, his fully alert posture froze on the spot, his brain stopped working, and for a moment he didn't know how to react.

Not to mention Will, Anson was also stunned. This was a completely unexpected "ambush." ​​He paused and turned to look back.

Hoo hoo hoo! Hehehe!
Cheers and jeers rose and fell in every corner, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere, with joy written all over every face.

Of course, there is also confusion and bewilderment.

Not everyone can keep up with the trends, and not everyone pays attention to changes on the internet all the time. The "memes" of young people are unfamiliar to many people. When they hear such a question without warning, their expressions and eyes betray their true thoughts, and there are plenty of question marks.

Everything was observed by Anson.

He could simply turn and leave, without having to answer such a question; but he could also open his heart and celebrate with people.

A smile crept onto Anson's lips. He didn't speak, but instead met their gazes with bright eyes, exchanging glances with each one.

Then, raise both hands high and tap them out in rhythm, one tap at a time.

*Clap.* *Clap clap clap.* *Clap clap clap.*

The well-paced, rhythmic, and powerful beat is like raindrops, falling sparsely and striking the heart.

The people in the baggage hall were all overwhelmed with questions, completely unaware of what was happening or what to do; but the young people knew, and they followed suit, bathed in Anson's gaze, raising their hands high to clap the rhythm, rallying the crowd.

The raindrops became more numerous, denser, and faster, transforming from the gentle drizzle of spring into a torrential downpour in the height of summer.

*Smack! Smack! Smack smack smack! Smack smack smack!*
A simple high-five gesture unleashed a surge of power that swept across the entire venue in the blink of an eye.

Without exception!

Even if you don't understand the problem or what's happening in front of you, it doesn't matter. Just raise your hands and join in. Put down your burdens, put aside your stress and worries, and even forget about life outside the airport. Immerse yourself in this moment.

It's a basic action, a high five, that anyone can do. It's not difficult at all, but you can feel the heat from your palm as the rhythm and cadence collide. It's hot and tingling, and your adrenaline surges. A sense of joy and happiness arises and expands in your chest in the blink of an eye.

boom!
The surging passion and fervor burst forth from the chest and blood vessels, unleashing a tornado that rose from the ground and climbed higher and higher, spreading out in a mighty torrent. It swept in not only the baggage hall but also other spaces.

Will stared in disbelief at the surging tide before him, speechless.

Even passengers who had been steadily leaving the baggage hall stopped temporarily, either looking around in surprise or excitedly joining in.

All the madness, all the heat, all the intensity, finally settled on Anson's slightly upturned lips, blooming proudly.

Everything is done effortlessly and without any effort.

Anson took a deep breath, raised his hands high like a conductor to make a pause gesture, and then brought them down heavily again.

"Sailing!" The entire arena roared.

Anson didn't speak, but the young people in front of him had already found the answer in the rhythm and cadence. The surging passion deep in their souls could no longer be controlled. They broke free from their restraints and burst out of their chests, roaring under Anson's command, and all their energy collided together.

A sly glint appeared in Anson's eyes; he seemed quite pleased with the wave he had created.

With a turn, Anson strode away without stopping.

Will: ??

What on earth just happened?
Even after witnessing it firsthand, Will was still completely bewildered. It took him a moment to realize he'd been left behind, so he quickly caught up, involuntarily looking up to examine the face so close to his—

They had already arrived at the arrival hall, where layers upon layers of people were mixed with paparazzi carrying long lenses and microphones, and a barrage of flashes and constant noises erupted from the cameras.

Screams. Shutter. Uproar. Noise.

Like a giant wave, it crashed down on us.

But Anson remained completely calm. A slight smile curved his lips as he calmly nodded to the crowd and paparazzi, his smile radiant.

Will stood to the side, looking at that profile, unable to be sure if it was just his imagination. He seemed to see a halo emanating from Anson's face, making all the surrounding noise and commotion seem insignificant, blurring everything else, and focusing solely on Anson.

So, is this what superstar style looks like?

Behind them, the waves surged, and even though Anson had left, the sound of high-fives continued, and a group of young people sang their hearts out.

"Maybe I should have screamed for help, maybe I should have ended it all, baby, it's all my fault, ADD."

Ahead, raging flames, baring their fangs and claws, rushed toward Anson, and the ever-increasing noise was gradually pushing the limits of his hearing.

"Maybe I'm a freak, maybe I didn't listen carefully, baby, it's all my fault for being an ADD."

Noisy. Chaotic. Boiling. Scorching.

The air seemed to be burning, the whole world was spinning at high speed, and Heathrow Airport transformed into the New Bogd Green music festival in an instant.

For a moment, he was in a daze—

Will had never seen anything like it before. Despite his self-proclaimed experience and maturity, he found himself caught in a powerful storm from which he could not extricate himself.

What was that just now? What's happening in the baggage claim area right now? And what are those loudly sung melodies? What's going on?

What's with this massive carnival atmosphere? Should they join in? Should they stop them? Is it a good thing or a bad thing?
Not only Will, but also the media reporters and bystanders standing outside noticed this scene—

And who could possibly miss it?

Even through the partition walls, you can hear wave after wave of music surging out, a mix of rhythms and melodies carrying the singing. You can feel the fervor even without seeing it.

But still, they stared in disbelief at what was happening behind them, trying to explore and witness it with their eyes, peering through the opening and closing automatic doors to see what was going on behind the doors, which were sometimes visible and sometimes hidden. They involuntarily stretched their necks and stood on tiptoe, trying to get closer and closer, to feel the heat wave on their cheeks, their spirits and wills quietly melting in the heat.

For a moment, they even forgot the main character in front of them, their souls drawn to the revelry and clamor behind them, and they were already captivated before they even realized it.

(End of this chapter)