Winesa couldn't help but be stunned. She obviously didn't expect that Lance would take the initiative to raise this topic, but when she thought about it carefully, this was Lance's style, isn't it? She was sharp but humorous, mocking but ridiculous. Every interview can always win a lot of luck.

"Oh? So, you voted for George?" Winesa was trying to grasp her own standards and avoid embarrassing scenes, which would be more than worth the effort.

"You forgot that I have been working in Namibia, so I missed the vote this year." Zhang Chi was moderate and a simple joke resolved the slightly tense atmosphere just now, and mentioned the "Raging Road" again. He deserved to be Lance. "To be honest, I don't have the chance to watch 'Sinrina' yet, but I believe in George's ability. He is an excellent actor and a very good director. But people have not had the chance to see his talent before."

Director? Excellent director?

Almost everyone's minds immediately appeared in their minds. "Good night, good luck" that disappeared throughout the awards season appeared again in the public's sight in the most unexpected way. Lance mentioned "Good night, good luck" at this time, what was this implying? But even though Lance was really hinting about something, people were speechless because Lance was the screenwriter of "Good night, good luck", because Lance was the victim of the plagiarism, and even if he stood up and cried, it was understandable, not to mention, Lance just mentioned "director", and everyone started to be full of troops.

A short sentence is so bitter and sharp, which re-energizes people's memories and makes everyone deeply aware of what happened during the awards season? Why did George become the biggest hottest, and even Lance had to support George? If Lance refused to vote for George, does that mean that the strong connections behind George will be banned again?

The air became tense in an instant, as if you could clearly smell the smell of gunpowder.

However, Lance seemed to have not noticed this abnormality at all, chuckled, and then said, "After all, he is really too handsome, and everyone is confused by his appearance. Even I have to be impressed by his charm." In his previous life, he once regarded him as a heart-warming friend.

As the topic changed, the suffocating blockade slightly relaxed, and Winesa's smile returned to the corner of her mouth again, "This is the most interesting joke I have ever heard today. You are the dream lover of all women in the United States now." Winesa turned her gaze and looked at Charlize, "What do you think? Who would you choose between George and Lance?"

"I have to choose Stewart." Charlize spread his hands and seemed helpless to answer, which made everyone laugh. "But if I were to say it simply from the perspective of appreciation, I would say Lance. The working together over the past few months has allowed me to see a completely different Lance. Oh, no, to be precise, it should be the Lance in Tom Cruise's mouth..." Now, everyone clapped their hands and laughed, and even the reporters were not spared. Charlize shrugged, "Lance in work mode can be terrible, but it can also be very charming."

Winessa noticed the tension. Lance's two brief attacks just now had triggered countless topics, enough to be the biggest highlight of the red carpet tonight. Now it seems that Charlize is also an excellent interviewee, so Winessa calmly shifted the topic to Charlize.

Looking up, and following the burning red carpet, Lance saw George Clooney with his back facing him at a glance.

In the misty air, the back seemed a little blurred. The boiling crowd on both sides continuously released energy, which made the airflow scatter. Only the black suit that was well-fitting was vaguely seen, but Lance recognized it at a glance, that was George.

The body is not strong but has the right shoulder line, just like an Italian man born to suit. His straight and straight backbone can show his broad mind, and the details reflect good etiquette education is natural. The only regret is the ratio of the upper and lower body, the height of five or nine feet (1.8 meters) is completely invisible, and his legs are even short. However, this little flaw can always be covered by perfect demeanor and appropriate clothing, which makes people not notice.

At this moment, George seemed to notice Lance's eyes, turned around gracefully, put his right hand in his pants pocket, and his left hand casually placed in front of his abdomen. Even if he was just a turn, he could still feel the traces of time flowing on his vicissitudes of life. It was amazing that the power of time was so powerful.

In the hazy air mass, the two people's eyes collided, so clear that it seemed that the two people were only one step away.

A trace of sharpness was hidden in the soft gaze, and it was projected from a high point, proud and cold, and the high fighting spirit came towards us without any evasion, unscrupulously releasing the provocation and contempt in my heart, just like a three-headed dog attacking in the lotus fire of hell, rubbing its shiny teeth with a bloodthirsty light, and I couldn't wait to join the battle, wishing to fight in close combat, only the opponent's fresh flesh and blood could fill the deepest soul. Everything was hidden under the gentleman's calm smile, and the huge contrast created a chilling panic.

For the first time, George tore off his mask for the first time, and showed all his hostility and fighting spirit without any concealment, because he knew that all the false and sarcasm were useless, and they had completely broken up. Perhaps, one day in the future, they would still play in front of the media for the sake of common interests - although he questioned whether there would still be common interests between them, it is certain that there is no need to pretend to behave in private.

Not only did Lance not retreat, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, calm and confident, without the light of hatred, because in his eyes, George was already a stray dog; there was no sharpness of jealousy, because the two of them had embarked on completely different paths, he could be sure that George's directorial path was cut off, and even if not, he would cut it off with his own hands; there was no urge to provoke, because there was no need for such a childish mood at all, George's chaos was at a disadvantage, and the comparison between them had completely reversed.

The arrogance in George's eyes was defeated in front of Lance's calmness and calmness, just like a child was pestering the giant, trying his best to defeat the giant, but in the eyes of the giant, it was just a boring act of playing house, and even anger would not grow, just a smile passed.

This made George a little panicked. Lance was too strange, just like... it was like the same body had changed a soul. This idea suddenly jumped out of his mind. George couldn't help but shivered, quickly denied this absurd idea, looked at Lance again, trying to find the kind, pure, sincere and persistent Lance. Unfortunately, George was disappointed.

Behind the warm smile is a coldness, just like the blue ice in the deep sea of ​​the Arctic Ocean, quiet but terrifying. It is clearly a dazzling golden sunshine, but you can smell the smell of blood. The indifference and ruthlessness between the decisive killing flashed by, and cold sweat oozed through George's back.

"Ahhhh!" The scream came again, dragging George into the ice cellar of reality. The red carpet seemed to be divided into two worlds by noisy and surging cheers. The world in front was crowded with people, the world in the back was cold and lonely, the world in front was coming, the world in the back was cold as winter, but a line of separation turned into the ultimate two worlds, Lance was there, and he was here. The huge and distinct gap left a brand of shame on his forehead.

He originally wanted to make the finale and welcome his own cheers, but he shot himself in the foot and became a foil for Reims.

He bit his tongue hard, and a smell of blood spread in his mouth. George calmed down again, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Lance. He knew that there was no other possibility between them, but only life and death. The outcome of tonight has not been announced yet. It is unknown who will win or die. He will not surrender. He will step on Lance's shoulder and walk onto the Oscar podium.

The smile at the corner of his mouth was outlined, his eyes flashed slightly, George turned around, finally took a step forward, maintained his elegant demeanor, and headed towards the interior of the Kodak Theater. The one who laughed to the end was the real winner, right?

Lance captured the subtle changes in George's eyes. Maybe he didn't know what George was thinking in his heart, but he knew that the friendship between them, whether it was hypocritical or acting, had completely come to an end tonight. At the beginning of the moment when he walked into the Kodak Theater, they were life-and-death enemies. How wonderful and ironic the former friends and current enemies were.

"Ha." Lance chuckled. How could he let George go easily after he had been preparing for this day for so long? The real revenge is not a fatal blow, but a perseverance, allowing the other party to see the hope of survival, but every time he is about to touch it, it is extinguished. The greatest pain is not death, but living. Once, he encountered these, and now he wants to return all of this.

"Lance." A voice came from his ear. Lance turned his head and then saw Charlize's inquiring eyes, with a hint of worry deep in his pupils, and the care from his friends.

friend.

"It seems we have to come in, or we really have to miss the opening." Lance smiled and nodded slightly at Charlize, then turned to look at Winesa, "We don't want to be latecomers to disrupt the show, ha."

Winesa also smiled brightly, not conscious of the surging that had happened just now, but opened her arms and used warm blessings as farewell, "Lance, Sally, good luck!"
Chapter completed!