[R18] Idol estrus (NP) – “Idol in Heat (NP)” Chapter 115 [English]

113, win or lose

The clattering sound of the film being projected amidst the brisk background music embellishes the lively atmosphere of the Cannes Film Festival Awards Ceremony.

In the red carpet area where reporters gathered, famous and unknown movie stars waved their hands and slowly climbed up the steps of the awards hall under the spotlight.

Applause, cheers, camera shutters, and the noise of people chatting all combine to create the most exciting moment on the eve of the awards ceremony.

Lin Tu, who originally planned to attend the award ceremony with the Lu Xinyuan team, couldn’t get excited.

Just twenty minutes before they were about to leave, she welcomed an unexpected “guest”.

He wears a long, well-fitted suit that is simply tied behind his back, and has a face that looks like a harmless smile.

Lin Tu narrowed his eyes the moment Mingcheng appeared, and an ominous premonition flashed through his heart.

Seeing Mingcheng appear, the people who had the biggest reaction were Ling Chu and Yu Si.

Ling Chu subconsciously blocked Lin Tu behind him, while Yu Siren took the initiative to step forward and cut off Mingcheng’s sight of Lin Tu.

Everyone in the room looked here in confusion, as if they didn’t understand why the originally harmonious atmosphere became tense in a second.

Mingcheng, who came uninvited, smiled faintly, ignoring Yu Si and walking towards Lin Tu and Ling Chu who were standing in front of her.

“The old man asked me to ask you how you are doing.”

This was the first sentence he said to Ling Chu with a smile.

Ling Chu, who was originally on guard, turned pale when he heard these words, and clenched the arm blocking Lin Tu’s face.

People without strength have no right to say “no” in this world.

He has always been the iron-blooded enforcer of this rule, but now, he has become the weak one who can only give way.

During the stalemate, a pair of hands gently pushed He away from behind.

Lin Tu’s voice sounded firm and powerful, “Mr. Ming, what do you want from me?”

The smile on Mingcheng’s face gradually became brighter.

“I’ll pick you up and take you to the venue.”

Seeing a trace of hesitation flash across Lin Tu’s face, he’s tone increased.

“We made an appointment, didn’t we?”

Yes.

They made an appointment.

However, there was no agreement that he would be at the scene to watch her being “sentenced” at close range.

Lin Tu bit his lip and got into the car Mingcheng arrived in. Under the surprised eyes of the accompanying butler Wei Changsheng, he and he sat in the back row of the car.

After the car door closed, Yu Siren looked at Ling Chu with an uneasy feeling, “What exactly did Lin Tu agree with?”

Ling Chu glanced at he, and turned his face away uneasily and awkwardly.

“It has nothing to do with you.”

Dress up, style, and wear expensive jewelry.

Lin Tu touched the bright diamond beside his ear uneasily, looked down at the dazzling necklace around his neck, and looked puzzledly at Mingcheng, who was waiting with his arms folded not far away.

“Why do I have to dress up so grandly?”

As invited guests of the Cannes Film Festival, they also have their own exclusive channel.

Unlike the star-studded red carpet area, only a handful of peers are interested in the people behind the scenes.

Mingcheng looked around Lin Tu up and down with appreciative eyes, and stretched out his hand despite her somewhat resistant expression, indicating that she would take the initiative to hold him.

“Because you are now my female companion.”

Wei Changsheng, who had been following Mingcheng, broke out in cold sweat at this second.

The hand that the master of the he family stretched out was long and strong, clean and tidy, and there was nothing wrong with it.

But in the years that he has served the Ming family, and even the previous housekeeper has served the Ming family, no one has ever been allowed to touch him after Mingcheng gained self-awareness.

He looked at the person Mingcheng invited in a panic, trying to see something unique about her.

Unfortunately not.

Lin Tu, who was invited, looked down at Mingcheng’s stretched out hand and gently put his left hand on it.

Mingcheng’s dry palm wrapped Lin Tu’s left hand.

He was a little unfamiliar with the strange feeling when his fingers came into contact with He, and he calmly led Lin Tu out of the VIP temporary rest area.

The financial reporters who had been waiting here raised their cameras to capture every guest and their female companions who walked out of the VIP lounge area.

Lin Tuxiu, who was almost blinded by the number of strong flashes as many as those in the red carpet area, froze for a moment. Just like that time when he and Lin Qi were caught by reporters while shopping, his mind went blank and he almost forgot how to move forward gracefully.

Mingcheng stopped at the right time and turned to look at her with some confusion.

He Lin Tu’s eyes showed panic the first second he stepped out of the rest area, and his whole face was filled with fear and panic.

Although he seems to be calm and at ease when dealing with other things, he tends to be afraid when facing the camera.

Where did she get the courage to enter the entertainment industry against him, even as an agent?

A smile suddenly appeared on Mingcheng’s face, and he naturally let go of Lin Tu’s hand.

He then hugged Lin Tu’s waist, moved closer to her, and lowered his head to whisper in her ear as if discussing.

“Do you believe the results of the awards predicted by the media?”

The pale look on Lin Tu’s face gradually faded as he was awakened to reason in a second.

That stubborn look filled her eyes again.

“Belief or disbelief is related to the result?”

Mingcheng smiled heartily, shook his head, and quietly guided Lin Tu’s body in the direction where he could only look at him, protecting her from being disturbed by the cameras outside the cordon while speaking leisurely.

“It has nothing to do with it. So, whether the other person takes a picture of you or not has something to do with the gambling?”

Lin Tu gritted his teeth and stood up straight in Mingcheng’s arms.

In the venue, Lin Tu, who received his own simultaneous interpretation headphones, followed Mingcheng and was guided to sit in the front row near the stage.

Around them, Lin Tu saw faces he had only seen in the news, as well as his wife and children who were chatting with their heads down.

She looked at herself awkwardly, then at Mingcheng sitting next to her, and received another gentle smile from him.

“What’s wrong?”

Lin Tu shook his head and did not express his doubts about bringing trouble.

Our location is opposite the award-winning stage, which is gorgeously decorated and brightly lit.

Next, Lin Tu will be here to witness the awards at this film festival.

Mingcheng put on an earphone and approached Lin Tu. He maintained the same etiquette as the others and only whispered to her softly in her ear.

“Are you nervous?”

Lin Tu felt that Mingcheng’s gloating tone was like that of a cat teasing a mouse. He was clearly holding her tail in his palm, but he was happy to see her running around in order to gain some kind of pleasure.

She could only choose to avoid this problem and put the earphones on the side close to Mingcheng.

Mingcheng laughed softly, reached out and took off her earphones, straightened her head, and put the earphones on her other side with his own hands.

“Escape can’t solve any problem, why don’t we make a bet?”

Lin Tusuo closed his eyes and stopped talking to any of Mingcheng’s topics.

Best Debut Award, Short Film Golden Olive Award…

The winning results in the same order as when she checked the nomination list were announced in succession. Lin Tu, who had been sleeping for a long time, finally couldn’t help but open his eyes after the awards entered the main competition.

She could feel that Mingcheng, who was sitting beside her, was always looking at her intently during the long and tedious awarding process.

Mingcheng’s gaze made her feel scared.

It was a gaze that was almost like that of an embalmer looking at the corpse, with a morbid emotion that made people’s hair stand on end.

Seeing she finally opened her eyes, Mingcheng took the initiative to speak without hiding his high spirits.

“Who do you think the next winner of the award will be?”

Lin Tu glanced at the list of nominations in his hand. The next award was for the best actor she was most looking forward to.

Nominated for this award are Fran Paul, the uncrowned actor who starred in “It Will Come Rain,” which is the most popular Golden Olive Award winner; Magimel, who won the best actor at the last Cannes Film Festival for his role as The Pianist; Sean Lejeune, who won three nominations for best screenplay, best director, and best actor with his successful work “Blackface”; as well as child actor Daniel, movie darling David Hughes, and Robin Timm, who has won hundreds of film awards as a double actor…

Lin Tu’s hands couldn’t help but tremble.

She spoke slowly and read out the last name on the nomination list.

“1over, Lingchu.”

In the headphones, a smooth and concise English translation came simultaneously.

“The award we are going to present next is the Best Actor Award, and I would like to invite the presenter – Yuraku Sakai.”

An old white man slowly walked up to the podium and began to give his award speech.

“Making movies for me is a dream, a hope, a complex of emotions ranging from the silly to the sublime to the crude…”

The camera panned over the area where the male stars who were nominated for Best Actor off the court were standing one by one. On the split screen, Lin Tu saw Magimel with a calm face, David Hughes chatting and laughing with his female companion, Fran Paul who looked tired but still focused… and Ling Chu with unruly eyes.

“Thank you for your speech. Mr. Chairman, I would like to ask who is today’s winner for Best Actor?”

In front of the rostrum, Robert stood up, holding the microphone in his hand and looking at the many actors and celebrities in the audience who were silent.

“The winner of the Best Actor Award is——”

As these words left echoes in the auditorium, the corners of Mingcheng’s mouth in front of Lin Tu’s eyes also curled up a little bit.

The gentle smile in his eyes turned into cruelty at this second.

“You lost.”

At the same time as the four words “he”, Lin Tu heard the name of the translator that almost no one expected.

“Richard, “Heart for Higher Ground.”