The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 2091 Unprecedented Grandeur
"A lot of people."

To be honest, that was the first thought that popped into Anson's mind: boundless, surging, and with no end in sight, making the cinema resemble a lonely castle floating on the sea in a Miyazaki film.

It's spectacular.

An exclamation naturally welled up from my throat, and a profound sense of awe washed over me.

Reese, who was nearby, heard this and turned to look at Anson, her expression somewhat panicked. "Right? This isn't normal, is it? This whole thing is too outrageous, isn't it?"

Reese was worried that she was inexperienced, as this was her first time walking the red carpet at one of the three major European film festivals. As an actress who started out as a pretty face, she lacked confidence and was afraid of exposing her shortcomings.

Her heart pounded wildly and fiercely in her chest, and she felt nauseous.

She needs some help.

Anson turned to look at him and shook his head. "No, this is not normal at all."

Slightly startled, Anson subconsciously raised his right hand and waved to the crowd in front of him.

Then, like a magician waving a wand, the seaside promenade exploded—

Ahhhhh!
Frenzy, heatwave, swept across the entire venue, instantly releasing incredible energy.

Ahhhhhhh, my senses of sight, hearing, touch, and even smell were all swallowed up and submerged by the smoke in front of me, turning into a distorted halo of light.

Before him stood Anson, dressed in an all-white suit, from shirt to jacket to trousers, all pure and simple pearl white, without any other colors.

Fitted, neat, and tailored, slender yet strong, it outlines a balanced proportion and perfect lines, like an angel fallen to earth.

There was no bow tie or necktie, and all the buttons on the shirt were neatly fastened. But if you look closely, you can see that the top button is shaped like a golden sunflower. The white Adidas sneakers added the only bright spot to the whole outfit, and the green clover on the sides was the perfect finishing touch.

A surge of youthful energy, bursting forth as if defiantly breaking free from its constraints, swept over us.

The excitement that had been tinged with anticipation just a moment ago because of the two men in black suits had now completely subsided, and they were now focused on lunging towards Anson.

Anson... is still Anson.

Although Anson has showcased countless looks in different occasions and locations, people seem to have long been accustomed to the fact that Anson's appearances always bring surprises; however, if you are mentally prepared and have high expectations, you will still be amazed once again.

Perhaps because people had gotten used to Anson's youthful and sporty style over the past few days, seeing him dressed formally was a bit of a shock, as if they were seeing two completely different people. The stunning and refreshing look immediately captured their hearts, turning into shouts and screams as a complete outpouring of emotion.

Beside Anson, Reese in a pale yellow floral dress looked charming and lovely. She was exactly like Joan Carter reborn, pushing open the movie screen and arriving in Cannes. However, all the brilliance was completely overshadowed by Anson.

When two people stand there, all words and judgments become meaningless; the charisma of superstars immediately shines through, and the overwhelming feeling doesn't lie.

Wait, Johnny Cash... something's not right?

Yes, that's Anson, not Johnny Cash, that's the key difference.

Standing on the red carpet right now is Joan Carter, not Reese Witherspoon; but the problem is, next to her is Anson, not Johnny Cash.

"The Man in Black" is Johnny Cash's most well-known and deeply ingrained image. One would expect Anson to appear in all black today, but instead, he wore a white suit instead.
Is this...is this appropriate?

The moment someone stepped onto the stage, a flurry of discussion erupted, a cacophony of thoughts swirling in the mind. However, thinking was impossible; the overwhelming, frenzied screams of the entire audience made the brain buzz, making it incredibly difficult to remain calm, let alone think.

Just then, Niles, who had been standing on tiptoe trying to capture the grand scene on the red carpet, felt a wave of heat burst forth with energy ten or a hundred times greater than normal, hitting him hard in the chest, and the whole world began to spin at high speed.

what happened?

Niles could barely stand. He could only stare blankly at the scene before him, where he could see the crowd surging and spreading like waves, the air itself seeming to burn, and the whole world melting away in a blur.

"Please wait a moment."

Anson tossed a sentence to Reese and Mangold, a smile creeping onto his lips. Without waiting for a response, he turned and strode away, leaving the red carpet.

Reese and Mangold exchanged a glance, but neither of them had an answer. Nobody knew what was going on. You can't guess what Anson was thinking.

At this moment, the two men in black suits who got out of the car first responded immediately.

Rhys's heart tightened. He was still inexperienced, after all, this was his first time accompanying Anson to a public event. Although he had mentally prepared himself to be fully on edge, he still did not expect Anson's actions.

However, Eduardo reacted quickly, immediately following Anson closely and rushing out.

Rhys had no time to be upset and immediately followed in the footsteps of the two men.

Fortunately, the answer soon came to light.

Anson left the red carpet and jogged along the seaside promenade, raising his right hand to high-five fans along the way, creating a huge wave of people.

Despite not having enough time to interact with every audience member and being unable to attend to every corner, Anson is trying his best.

Precisely because Anson had witnessed so many magnificent scenes, yet still felt the overwhelming shock before him, he knew very well what was happening—

They probably flocked to Cannes because of him, although he couldn't guarantee that it was true for everyone, but he believed that was the most likely scenario.

In gratitude, in response, and more importantly, to celebrate together, Anson invited everyone to join this massive party under the French Riviera sun.

Hoo hoo hoo! Ahhh!
As they sprinted forward, Reese and Eduardo followed closely behind to protect Anson, but Anson still ran as far as possible, pushing the wave of people forward. Then he stood in the middle of the road, waving his hands to the audience behind him who couldn't clap, encouraging them to jump up. He then turned around and moved to the other side of the road, clapping all the way, bringing the massive wave of people back to the red carpet.

The buzzing sound quickly turned into a deafening roar throughout the arena, and reason was completely burned away.

Reese was stunned, staring blankly at the crowd dancing and jumping around in front of her. This was no film festival; it was clearly a music festival. She had never seen anything like it before and didn't know what to do.

Reese looked at Mangold, only to find that the director was also dumbfounded and at a loss for words.

Mangold thought he was mentally prepared, having already heard the news before arriving in Cannes. Anson was still Anson, and there was an overwhelming wave of searches about him. But when he actually arrived at the scene, he realized he was still naive.

So, what to do?
puff.

Reese immediately broke into a smile, lifted her skirt, completely ignoring Mangold's astonishment, and joined the enthusiastic cheers and applause as she danced gracefully.

Mangold stared in disbelief: ...Then what am I supposed to do?
(End of this chapter)