It was just ten seconds of performance, so short that it almost made people feel like they were just blinking, but the powerful aura of the performance was easily impressing. Le-Wen-unbelievable, this was a performance, not real; it was hard to imagine that anyone was willing to vote for others after watching this performance; it was hard to imagine that the power of the performance could actually shock the soul!

This performance suddenly came after the famous eleven-minute long shot in "Fruit Hard Candy", and Jeff realized that he was not castrated. All emotional changes rely entirely on Lance's performance, pushing the truth and shock of the story to the extreme.

All the audience members were silent and looked at each other. They could see similar emotions in each other's eyes. Some were regretful and seemed to believe that Lance could not win; some were regretful and seemed to be depressed that they did not vote for Lance; some were sighing, as if they were incredibly surprised no matter how many times they watched it; some were applauding, as if they truly admired Lance's performance skills... The mixed eyes were intertwined in the air, but no one remembered to give applause, but just a mechanical applause, the sparse applause seemed a little bit tucked, and the lingering fears penetrated into the sound.

Ian couldn't help but hold the beer bottle in his hand. The cold touch had gradually disappeared, and the ice beer seemed to have begun to warm up. If George really won the award? Ian let go of his right hand, gently placed the beer bottle on the table, slowly leaned against the back of the chair, raised his legs, breathed long and slowly, and the sharp light in his eyes flashed.

"Come on! Come on! Lance!" Gao Wen's whirring shouts sounded beside him, waving his fists and jumping up. Looking at the scene, it didn't look like an Oscars, but a rugby game live broadcast.

Theo and Ian exchanged a glance, and then both of them tacitly chose to remain silent.

Nicole standing on the stage could feel the tight air, wet and sticky touch on the surface of the skin slowly crawling like a snail, making people unable to help but want to twist and shake off this disgusting touch, but Nicole remained calm, her eyes swept across the tense faces of the guests below the stage, and then let out a long breath without silence. Nicole smiled again, "This is the nominee for the best supporting actor, so..." Now it's time to reveal the answer.

Matt Dillon noticed the camera aiming at him and realized that his every move would be broadcast live on TV. He showed a bright smile at the camera, hiding his nervousness, but the action itself was too obvious, revealing his true emotions.

During the awards season, Matt was the most overlooked actor. One reason was that there were too many actors who had "crashed" and the cost was low. There were not so many public relations resources to develop, and the other reason was that it was not easy to be successful in group dramas. Therefore, Matt did not win any awards, but people forgot that Matt won all nominations. He was the only actor who was shortlisted for the best supporting actor in all outposts in the awards season. The other four nominees were more or less absent. This also proves people's recognition of him.

Since he has arrived at the Oscar, there is hope, isn’t it? Matt pursed his dry lips, and supported his chin with his right hand awkwardly, and his eyes turned to the big screen.

Jack Gyllenhaal put his hands crossed on his knees, looking at the big screen with some excitement. He said he was not nervous, that must be a lie. After all, this is a good opportunity to compete for the Oscar Little Golden Man, which is an important affirmation for his acting skills. But deep down, Jack knew that his chance of winning was not high. When voting, he chose Lance not because of Lance's kindness, but because the performance in "Fruit Hard Candy" was indeed amazing. Jack regretted that he did not learn anything from Lance in the "day acquired" cooperation. However, even so, after entering the Oscar, everyone has the hope of winning the award, and he is no exception. This mixed mood is not surging, but it makes Jack a little excitement.

George Clooney only felt that he was about to suffocate, his heart almost stopped beating, stiff like a zombie's head. George knew this was abnormal. He wanted to calm down and restore his usual elegance, but the harder he worked, the more restless he was. There was a nameless fire in his heart that was always moving, unable to suppress, rushing in his chest. He wanted to defeat Lance, he wanted to step on Lance's head and walk onto the podium. He wanted to see Lance fall into the mud, he wanted to pinch Lance's neck with his own hands and watch his life disappear little by little... This desire almost burned the mind. But this is the Kodak Theater, the Oscars venue. He could not act rashly, he could not even breathe heavily to avoid revealing his embarrassment. He could only sit in place with depression and tension.

George seemed to be standing on the edge of a cliff, and could feel the sound of the rushing wind exploding in his ears. The raging wind blew in his face, so his breathing was blocked. This was just an Oscar little golden man. No matter who wins, it would not be the end of the world. But as long as he thought about the possibility of losing to Lance, it would be like thousands of insects crawling around his body, and his fingers holding the handrail began to tremble.

He can't lose, he can't lose, if he loses, this means he will become a joke, the efforts of the entire awards ceremony season will be demolished and rebuilt, and the blow brought by the plagiarism door will become a slave mark of shame and will remain on the forehead forever. He cannot accept such a result, and he refuses to accept such a result. No, no, it should be said that he will not lose! He will never lose!

A tingling sensation came from the tip of the tongue, and a strong smell of blood spread in the mouth, and the temple began to beating violently, as if countless pressure pumps were operating, and then hit the heart hard. The blood that was turbulent like a rush was rushing around, as if it would explode at any time.

He suppressed his emotions, pretended to be calm, faced the camera with a smile, turned his head inadvertently, as if he was just exchanging eyes with his colleagues around him, and the perfect and elegant mask showed no flaws. Through the surging crowd, George saw Lance in a glance, shrouded in the halo. At this time, Lance and Paul sitting in front seemed to be whispering something, both of them smiled, then Paul turned around and looked at the big screen again. Lance also leaned back to the back of the chair, Charlize, who was sitting next to him, turned his head and turned his head and turned his eyes, and the two looked at each other.

Just a moment of scene, Lance's calmness and calmness was outlined, which made George feel embarrassed. George secretly gritted his teeth and laughed without being angry. Didn't Lance be too confident? Didn't he know that before crossing the finish line, everything was variable? Lance was still the usual stupid and naive. It would be better if he enjoyed it now. After thirty seconds, he might not be able to laugh.

Withdrew his gaze, George crossed his legs and returned to his chest confidently. Although it was like being scorched on fire, as long as he imagined the scene where he stood on the stage and Lance sat under the stage, all the pain became tolerable. Even if the price was to stand in hell, as long as he could defeat Lance, everything would be worth it.

Lance raised his gaze, but did not find any target. He frowned slightly. He could feel the vicious gaze in the air, which reminded him of the poisonous snake that was waiting for an opportunity to catch his prey, hidden in the grass, and the "hissing" sound was covered by the rustling wind. The dangerous aura had quietly come, but no one could see it.

But he knew that it was George.

"What's wrong?" Charlize gently patted Lance's back of his right hand with his left hand, and asked with his eyes. Lance retracted his gaze, smiled at Charlize, and whispered, "Nervous." Charlize rolled his eyes. How could the person who was discussing with Paul just now "who voted for" could be nervous.

Lance did not lie. He was indeed very nervous, and his palm could even touch sweat faintly.

The same situation is the second year he has faced. It is the same Oscar and the same Best Supporting Actor, the difference is the mood - he knows that he wants to win this little golden man, he understands that he wants to go back on this path and realizes the dream of an actor, and he is sure that he wants to stand on the highest podium as an actor.

It's not for defeating George, nor for the exhibition of Chaos Film, nor for the confrontation with Hollywood, just for himself, for the flame that never extinguished in his heart, and for the unforgettable persistence of three life. He is an actor, a real actor.

In the work "Fruit Hard Candy", he devoted almost all his energy, and the pain of soul tearing is still vivid in his mind. This is all his understanding and interpretation of acting skills, this is his attempt to combine the method and expressionist school, and this is also the essence he has accumulated after experiencing vicissitudes.

Of course, it would be better if he could defeat George, step on George's shoulders to win this trophy, smile and witness George's decline, smile and witness all George's efforts turn into nothing, and smile and push George off the cliff. But, in the final analysis, the recognition and affirmation represented by the best supporting actor is the most important thing. So, yes, he wants to stand on the podium, and he wants the little golden man, as an actor, and is extremely eager.

At this moment, Lance could clearly hear the sound of his heart beating, thump, thump, that was a leap of desire, as if the constraints that could penetrate the chest in the next second, the urgency brought by a strong desire surged, like a thorn in the throat, cutting off the connection between the brain and the body, and the soul slowly floated up, overlooking the body that was gradually stiff, and a harsh and heavy sound came from his ears.

Standing on the stage, Nicole opened the white envelope in her hand and said with a smile, "The winner of the 78th Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor is..."
Chapter completed!