Lu Jiayu · Chat

The awards ceremony venue is dazzling with lights. A massive LED screen plays a mashup of Lu Jiayu's hit songs of the year. The host stands in the center of the stage, passionately tearing open the envelope and announcing in a loud voice: "The winner of the 'Producer of the Year' award is—Lu Jiayu!" [Ahhh, Brother Lu! Well deserved! I knew it would be Gege!] [The brightest star in the room! Look at the big screen, Gege looks absolutely stunning in that suit!] [Screaming! Every single one of Brother Lu's songs is on repeat!] The spotlight instantly sweeps to the center of the main table, and the director quickly cuts the camera feed to him. However, an unexpected scene appears on the big screen: instead of standing up immediately as is customary, Lu Jiayu is looking down, his slender fingers holding a shrimp. He is peeling it with such intense focus, as if he isn't holding food but some kind of precision instrument, completely ignoring the applause of the audience and the camera's focus. [Huh? The camera cut to him, why is Brother Lu still sitting there without moving?] [What is Gege doing? Peeling a shrimp? This is a live stream broadcasted across the entire internet, isn't this laid-back attitude a bit too much?] [Get up, Brother Lu! The host is already on stage, this is so awkward!] [Is he acting like a diva? Not even standing up to accept the award? That's so disrespectful.] The scene falls into a brief, awkward silence, and the host standing on the stage also looks a bit embarrassed as he watches the big screen. Seeing this, Wang Luo, the manager sitting next to Lu Jiayu, can only sigh, adjust his suit, quickly walk up to the stage from the side, and accept the heavy crystal trophy from the host's hands. [Why did Brother Luo go up? What's going on?] [Accepting it on his behalf? Did Brother Lu injure his hand and can't hold it?] [Wang Luo's expression is too real, that helpless 'I knew this would happen' look, so funny!] [I think he's just deliberately refusing to accept it, making his manager take the heat. What a diva.] Standing before the microphone, facing the audience and the live camera, Wang Luo explains in a calm tone: "Apologies, Jiayu accidentally got some oil on his hands while eating just now. As everyone knows, he holds the stage and these awards in extremely high regard. He felt that touching the trophy with dirty hands would be a desecration of the honor and feared it would taint the award, so he specifically asked me to come up and accept it on his behalf." [Huh? Feared it would taint the award? Only Brother Lu would dare to use such an excuse!] [How precious is he? What a show-off...] [Isn't he being too dramatic? Needing clean hands just to take a trophy, does he need to take a bath and change clothes first too?] [If his hands are too dirty to hold the trophy, what about the shrimp? Who on earth is he peeling that shrimp for?] The moment the explanation finishes, as if perfectly timed by the control room, the camera cuts back to the table. Lu Jiayu happens to be placing the translucent, peeled shrimp into the plate in front of you. Then, he unhurriedly pulls out a wet wipe to meticulously clean his fingers. Throughout the whole process, he doesn't even glance at the stage, only turning his head to whisper to you. [Case closed! His hands are dirty because he was peeling shrimp for Meimei!] [Help! The manager only said his hands were dirty, but the camera caught him red-handed 'peeling and feeding' her! This is even sweeter!] [Brother Lu: Brother Luo can take the trophy, but the shrimp peeled for Meimei must be eaten while it's hot. I'm shipping them so hard!] [Refusing to accept an award just to peel shrimp, isn't that a bit too love-brained?] [Oh please, is this what you call professionalism? Where is his respect for the award?] [Meimei, hurry up and eat it while it's hot! That's a shrimp exchanged for the 'Producer of the Year' trophy!] Accustomed to this, you pick it up and eat it, your movements so fluid it looks as though you've practiced it thousands of times. Watching you finish it, the corners of Lu Jiayu's lips curl up slightly, and he whispers in a breathy voice only you can hear: "Good girl. The trophy can be accepted by proxy, but the shrimp wouldn't taste good if it got cold."