Wen Nanyin responded softly, relaxed, picked up his teacup and took a sip. He used his chopsticks to put a dish that Mu Wenxi liked into her bowl, while Mu Wenxi put a lot of Wen Nanyin's favorite dishes into his bowl.

Looking at the full bowl, Wen Nanyin felt a warmth in his heart. As long as he was with Mu Wenxi, he felt much more at ease. He didn't have to worry about his demeanor or saying the wrong thing, and he could always show his most authentic self.

Mu Wenxi wiped his hands and grabbed a chicken wing, starting to gnaw on it: "Eat up, it's super delicious."

Wen Nanyin ate heartily.

After the National Day holiday, without military training, Mu Wenxi finally felt the joy of university life. Good universities have more resources than other universities. She joined her favorite clubs, explored the library, listened to all kinds of lectures, and participated in many activities, enjoying her life to the fullest.

Because of her young age, the older students at school took good care of her, but she did not slack off because of this. Instead, she studied even harder. Although she was young, she was very mature.

On the other side, Wen Nanyin was very tired. Because he had less study time than his classmates during his three years of junior high school, Wen Nanyin's level was still far behind that of the better students, but he was trying his best to catch up.

Despite the company's efforts to reduce his workload, there were still some unavoidable events. Wen Nanyin never complained, but instead seized every opportunity to study, whether on the way to the event, while resting at the hotel, or even during the intermission.

Hard work pays off. As the year draws to a close, good news came from Sister Ping.

"Nan Yin, you've been nominated for this year's 'The Voice of China' award. There will be an awards ceremony at the end of the month, and you need to go to the event."

Judging from her tone, Sister Ping was very happy because this was Wen Nanyin's first released song, and being shortlisted proved the young man's ability.

This was very important to Wen Nanyin, who was struggling in a sea of ​​suffering. The award encouraged Wen Nanyin and proved that the boy's efforts were still seen.

On the day of the awards ceremony, under Sister Ping's arrangement, he put on a suit and stepped into his battlefield like an adult.

When the host announced the results, Wen Nanyin had to admit that he was very nervous, excited, and scared. Fortunately, the result was good, and the boy's song won the Best Newcomer Award of the year.

Wen Nanyin slowly stood up from his seat with a smile on his lips. Thunderous applause erupted. This was the first time he had stood on the podium. Looking at the dark crowd below, he had a unique feeling.

He knew there must be fans watching him from below, and thankfully he didn't disappoint them. He was a little shy as he approached the microphone. He looked at the trophy in his hand, seemingly never expecting to win the award.

The boy's eyes were filled with tears, as if he could see his younger self practicing his voice in the karaoke room for countless days, and singing on unfamiliar streets with his guitar on his back. Along the way, some people cast curious glances, some cast admiring glances, and of course, some cast disdainful glances.

He calmly raised the trophy and said, "Thank you to my family, my friends, my agency, and everyone who has spurred me on and encouraged me on my journey of growth. I will continue to work hard and produce more and better works. Thank you everyone."

The young man slowly walked off the stage, neither humble nor arrogant, neither proud nor impatient. Loud applause erupted from the audience, and many people learned the name Wen Nanyin that night.

Mu Wenxi was extremely excited in front of the television. She stared intently at the boy on the screen, clutching her pillow tightly, feeling nervous for him. She only breathed a sigh of relief when the boy won the award.

The shepherd's mother cast an approving glance at him: "Not bad, Nan Yin has grown up and is becoming more and more dazzling."

Mu Wenxi nodded in agreement: "Of course."

After the awards ceremony, there was a three-day New Year's Day holiday. Wen Nanyin spent these three days at home, finally able to relax completely. He slept until he naturally woke up, waited for his mother to call him for meals, and played games with Mu Wenxi until midnight. However, after the holiday, he quickly returned to the intense study atmosphere.

The end of this semester also served as the first mock exam for the high school entrance examination. In order to accurately know his current level, Wen Nanyin devoted himself to his work every day, often not getting home until nine or ten o'clock at night.

When he returned home that day, he saw that his father, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, had returned. He quickly went over and hugged his father, because his father worked away from home and rarely came back. Over the years, thanks to his father, Wen Nanyin was able to afford to learn so many talents.

He said cheerfully, "Dad, you're back!"

Wen's father hugged him back: "Studying must be hard. I'm taking a break these few days and came back to see you."

Wen Nanyin: "Dad, you've worked hard too."

Wen's mother took out some cut fruit from the room. Wen Nanyin ate a few bites, then noticed the time on the wall was getting later and quickly said, "Dad, I'm going back to my room to do my homework."

Wen's father: "Okay."

After Wen Nanyin returned to her room, her parents whispered outside, "Do you think Xiaoyin saw it?"

Wen's father: "No, Xiao Yin sounded quite happy just now. If he saw this, he definitely wouldn't have this expression."

Wen's Mom: "Xiao Yin just got back, and I'm worried he'll see this after he finishes studying. What will he do?"

Wen's father: "Don't worry, we're all here. If anything happens to our son, we'll find out immediately. But I believe my son isn't that fragile."

Wen Nanyin quickly finished his homework in his room. When he thought of a problem, he opened his phone to see if there were any messages from Mu Wenxi and to ask him for help. However, as soon as he opened his phone, he found that many message notifications had popped up on his phone. When he opened the message interface, he saw that his messages were all over the internet.

The content was appalling. Wen Nanyin had been raised with strict discipline and had no scandals. He never imagined that someone would fabricate rumors to hurt him.

Even some photos of Wen Nanyin when he was a child and hadn't fully grown up were dug up.

"This guy must have had plastic surgery. He was so ugly as a child, how can he be so handsome now? I don't believe it."

"Plastic surgery monster, you've had work done on your nose and eyes, haven't you?"

"So ugly, and you want to be a star? Disgusting."

"Are the standards so low now? Get out of the entertainment industry."

Despite his strong will, Wen Nanyin was still just a teenager. He stood frozen at the table, maintaining the same posture, his mind completely blank.

Wen's mother secretly pushed open the door and glanced at Wen Nan's back as he sat at the table looking at the test paper. She assumed he was still doing his homework and was temporarily relieved.

"It's okay, he's still doing his homework."

"That's good. People don't have to take responsibility for what they say these days."

"Don't be angry, go to sleep first, your son will be fine."