The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1798 Riding the Wind and Waves
*Smack! Smack! Smack smack smack! Smack smack smack!*
The rhythm pounded against my heart, sending scalding blood and surging adrenaline rushing to my brain, causing my whole body to tremble uncontrollably.

If you're not careful, you might be swept into a hurricane in a moment of distraction, rising and falling in this heatwave, your reason, will, and self all disappear, you might even forget to breathe, just sinking and floating in the boundless surging and turbulence, your body breaking down into countless cells and dissipating in the frenzy.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

What's going on with all this?

Like a dream, Will tries to find the beginning of things and explore the root and cause of the scene before him, but suddenly finds that his memory cannot be traced back. Like a dream, he can neither remember the beginning nor the end. He is caught up in a scene without beginning or end, and that's how things happened.

So, is this a dream?
But... how could that be? He doesn't like Anson at all, he doesn't even know Anson, so why would he have a dream about Anson?
Or perhaps it's already night, and the events at the airport today were so impactful, so deeply etched in his mind, that he's dreamt about them, and thus fallen into a vivid, almost unreal dream. If that's the case, how did the events of the day end?
Chaos, hallucination, dizziness.

Will tried to take a deep breath and regain his balance, but the surging heat from all directions was too intense and overwhelming, leaving no room to catch his breath.

Then--

"Anson!"

A heart-wrenching scream gripped Will's heart, pulling at his ankles and tugging at his heart and soul. He felt the weight of gravity pull him back to reality, his feet regaining their firmness on the ground. This was followed by the impact of rolling waves and a series of sounds.

It wasn't a dream.

Will was stunned. This was actually real; everything that was happening right before his eyes was real and ongoing.

"Anson."

"Anson!"

“Anson…”

"Anson! Aa ...

The screams rose and fell, varied and varied, and escalated throughout the entire venue. The entire airport hall was like a gushing spring, with all sorts of calls for Anson bursting forth like a flood.

Giving Will no time to react or think, they forcibly dragged him back into reality. Taking a deep breath, Will forced himself to stand firm, temporarily pushing away the clamor of thoughts in his mind and focusing on the sea of ​​people in front of him. His eardrums began to ache slightly.

Everyone was trying to get Anson's attention, literally everyone, shouting with all their might, as if Anson's name were a magic spell of happiness that could make their wishes come true by shouting it. So they kept shouting it with deep emotion over and over again until their brains were oxygen-deprived.

Sight. Hearing. Touch. Smell.

Everything was crammed full, and the "crowding" had a real feel to it. It was crushing down from all sides, like a summer downpour, making it hard to breathe.

However, Anson remained calm and composed throughout, taking his time to walk slowly and even having time to nod and wave to the people around him.

As a result, Will calmed down a bit and focused intently on his work.

It's unclear whether Anson's pace affected the crowd, but the layers of people around him didn't rush forward. They kept their distance, and the screams mixed with the continuous roar of flashing lights maintained the appearance of a parted sea of ​​red, allowing Anson to walk all the way to the outside of the airport.

However, the frantic arms and crowded figures continued to pounce, forcefully pulling at Will's clothes. His jacket, T-shirt, and pants were all targeted, and even Will's cheeks, mouth, and throat were subjected to all sorts of blows, including chops, punches, and impacts. It was a whirlwind of activity.

For Will, this was a good thing; the pain and confusion actually helped him focus, return to reality, and concentrate on the work at hand.

"Protect Anson!"

Will had only one thought in his mind.

"Mission accomplished!" Will spread his arms wide, shielding Anson tightly in front of him. Together with two other security personnel, they formed a shield, completely surrounding him. They moved slowly forward through the crowded and chaotic crowd, riding the waves and forging ahead, the rhythms and melodies from just moments before involuntarily echoing in his mind.

Sailing!

Once, and then again.

Those melodies, those drumbeats, those rhythms, boiled in my blood, seemingly generating a continuous stream of energy, making my steps forward more and more firm and powerful.

All the way to the roadside, there was a black Mercedes-Benz parked at the entrance.

Will and his security team separated the crowd and blocked them outside, allowing Anson to get into the car. Unexpectedly, Anson stopped and turned to look at Will.

Will was taken aback by this unexpected turn of events.

Anson seemed to say something, then turned and got into the car without pausing. Will quickly closed the car door, blocking the bustling crowd outside.

The vehicles merged into the surging, dense traffic at the airport, gradually disappearing into the distance.

In the field of vision, some unwilling fans could be seen rushing out and running wildly, trying to catch up, but they eventually became exhausted, panting as they watched the car's back, shouting Anson's name at the top of their lungs, but they couldn't hold on any longer, squatting down and bursting into tears on the spot.

Beside them, the surging crowd still stood there reluctantly, silently watching the vehicles drive away, trying to process what had just happened.

Including Will.

“…Will?” It wasn’t until Will noticed the call that he came to his senses and realized that he, too, had been standing there blankly for a long time without reacting.

Everything seemed the same, yet completely different.

Working at Heathrow Airport, Will had naturally seen countless top stars, including Princess Diana, and had witnessed all sorts of grand occasions and spectacle; but in Will's memory, there had never been anyone like Anson. He couldn't even find the right words to describe him, and it didn't feel real at all.

In the era of the rise of the internet, superstars are everywhere, and any popular actor can be labeled a "superstar" for promotional purposes.

It wasn't until now that Will finally witnessed the true charisma of a superstar.

No need for pomp and circumstance, one person is enough. Even alone, the charm that shines through every gesture and every gesture is captivating. Standing amidst a sea of ​​people, one remains radiant and easily steals the spotlight, becoming the center of attention.

Will was somewhat dazed.

Then, Will noticed the astonished and inquisitive looks from his colleagues, who seemed to have never seen him like this before, and they couldn't hide their surprise.

Will himself was no exception.

Will's usual code of conduct is to do what he's paid for. It's just a job; he's not a superhero and doesn't intend to save the world. His job is to maintain order and security—that's all. If those top stars cause trouble, that's their problem. He's just a regular office worker, and he refuses to take on tasks outside his job description.

Unless they are willing to pay him a check.

Otherwise, look at those private security companies and mercenaries; their daily income is equivalent to a month's work.

But what just happened? How did all of this come about?

(End of this chapter)