On the giant nomination screen hanging above the stage, a ripple ran through the list for Most Popular Artist.
Everyone froze.
Names shuffled. Numbers flickered. And then—
Her name appeared.
"Hua Jing."
The crowd gasped.
"How… how is that possible?" someone whispered.
The host, caught completely off guard, glanced up at the screen with the same stunned expression as everyone else.
It didn't matter.
The moment her name appeared, the votes surged like lightning.
The counter, once a steady climb for Hua Ling, began spinning upward for Hua Jing instead. Thousands. Tens of thousands. Hundreds of thousands. Every passing second was another tidal wave of support crashing down in her favor.
[WHAT?! SHE WASN'T EVEN NOMINATED FIVE MINUTES AGO!!]
[I don't care how—SHE'S ON THE LIST, THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS!]
[Look at the numbers! Look at them climb!]
[She's already at 300,000—NO, 400,000! THIS IS INSANE.]
[My goddess has returned and she's taking back what's hers.]
