After Transmigrating Into An Idol Talent Show

Flower forest is very annoying.

The man following him even looked familiar, having followed him at least two or three times.

Yuji is more appropriate to use the popular "paparazzi" name than reporters. Although Hualin can understand that this line of work exists because of the public's self-seeking desire, as long as someone's inferiority will not disappear, it does not mean that he will not. feel troubled.

For artists, paparazzi are like blood-sucking leeches, making money by exposing or inventing other people's private lives. It's not that there aren't bad actors, or that all the stories exposed by the paparazzi are fake, but a lot of them are just making up stories.

It only takes an ambiguous picture to extend a complete dog-blood story full of love, hate, and hatred, but at the end, there is no label "purely fictional".

Although being exposed to the public's eyes means accepting criticism, wearing a crown must bear its weight, and losing more while gaining more, it does not mean that Hualin wants to see his life being taken away for entertainment. Consumption.

He has not been in the circle for a long time, but his reputation has always been mixed. Hualin doesn't mind at all that others don't like his music, and he doesn't like him, because everyone's preferences and aesthetics are different, so there's no need to force it.

Except for the RMB, there is nothing in this world that everyone will like.

But the problem is that 99% of the bad comments come from the stories arranged by paparazzi and marketing numbers, not because of the real him.

What Hua Lin cannot accept is the person who the audience hates and criticizes, who bears the name "Hua Lin", but is not him at all.

Why should he be scolded for something he didn't do?

"Can you please delete it? Excuse me."

Hua Lin leaned against the tree, raised his head and squinted to watch Qin Lu politely talk to the paparazzi.

His eyes fell on Qin Lu's hand, which was holding the opponent steadily, and his fair and slender knuckles were much stronger than they looked.

In fact, he felt a little surprised.

Qin Lu seems to be different from what he imagined.

The paparazzi started to panic because they were caught off guard, and soon became confident again, shaking his head and grinning disdainfully: "Impossible. I just want to take a photo, you have no right to ask me to delete it."

Qin Lu was not angry at all, and calmly and patiently said: "Really? Okay. But Hua Lin doesn't want to be photographed."

The paparazzi probably haven't seen a person who is "reasonable" in many years, and sneered: "Celebrities also have portrait rights?"

Hua Lin's eyes turned cold. Before he made any move, Qin Lu narrowed his eyes slightly, still holding the other's arm with one hand, and took out his mobile phone with the other to take a photo of the other party.

The paparazzi instantly erected his back like a blown-up cat, and his expression became obviously a lot more nervous: "Hey, why do you shoot me, delete it! Immediately!"

Qin Lu looked very mild and shook his head politely: "Impossible. I just want to take a photo. You have no right to ask me to delete it."

Paparazzi: "..."

Exactly what he just said.

The corners of Hua Lin's mouth suddenly began to rise, and his mood suddenly became a lot more refreshing. He even had a thought for a while. Sure enough, Qin Lu's memory was very good. I don't know which school he's going to go to?

The paparazzi's eyes became fiercer, and they stared at Qin Lu and said, "You are Qin Lu, right? The person I photographed is not you. Are you not afraid of getting burned by meddling with your own business?"

"A man-made fire?" Qin Lu looked directly at him. Because of his height, his drooping eyes cast a shadow from the backlight when he lowered his head slightly, and his voice was gentle and slow: "This is not called nosy, we are friends. Secondly , you seem to have forgotten one thing, now it is a society ruled by law."

"You should know best how far the rumours will spread to lead to the accused."

Qin Lu let go of him and said kindly: "it's fair, we'll be fine after the photos are deleted. If you upload photos and make up some content, then this is an era that pays great attention to copyright, and it may be necessary to label the photographer, what do you think? ?"

After close contact with Qin Lu, the paparazzi realized that Qin Lu was not the same as the freshman he imagined.

Whether it was his eyes or his voice, Qin Lu was steady from beginning to end, without any turbulence, let alone wavering.

The paparazzi were deadlocked for a while, then deleted the photo.

Qin Lu also deleted the photo in front of him, and waved his hand with a smile: "Thank you for your cooperation."

After the person left, Hua Lin suddenly asked for some reason, "Did you really delete the photo you just took?"

Qin Lu paused for a moment and turned his head. Yun Danfeng smiled lightly: "Of course not."

He shook his phone: "If he makes a backup while he's not careful, he might use it."

Hua Lin smiled: "This kind of person is really difficult to deal with, and he may hate you if you are like this."

Qin Lu's expression was clear and clear, and he said, "At random, he won't have a chance to find any materials that can be dispersed."

The corners of Hua Lin's mouth rose: "So confident?"

Qin Lu nodded lightly, not joking at all: "Yeah."

He never does anything he is not sure about, and he never troubles himself in order to help others.

Hua Lin suddenly found that he involuntarily used his first impression to infer Qin Lu's character.

He is deeply harassed by the paparazzi because of his maverick and free style, which makes people think that he will be the kind of person who can dig into the chaos of life. And because of this first impression, there are so many marketing accounts and paparazzi who often stare at him and scribble, take out of context, and even speculate maliciously. .

And people will believe it because he looks like someone who can do a lot of ridiculous things.

In fact, Hualin's only hobby that is somewhat controversial is smoking. He even started trying it when he was an adult. He quit for a while in the middle, and only remembered it when he was stressed. For most people, this is not something to criticize in itself, at most, because he is an idol, the requirements will be more complicated.

In addition, Hualin is even a person whose living habits can be called boring and tired.

Just eat, sleep, write and sing music, he doesn't even drink or stay up late.

Qin Lu remembered the messy news he saw when he searched Hualin, and said seriously: "The report says that you like to chat with people while listening to cross talk, and try to develop the fans of cross talk actors into your fans. "

Hua Lin's face darkened: "...I don't listen to cross talk at all!"

Qin Lu and Hualin chatted while walking back, and they could hear Hualin's irritable voice from far away—

Qin Lu: "'Entertainment Today' said that your first love was in the sixth grade of elementary school, and you were dumped by your girlfriend in college because you were studying in a different place for graduate school. You cried at McDonald's and sang 'Love is like a tide'."

Hua Lin: "What...? Outrageous, I am a day student at university!"

Qin Lu: "So are you really crying at McDonald's? They have a picture of you eating the whole family bucket by yourself."

Hualin: "McDonald's doesn't have a family bucket!! It turns out that in addition to reading pictures and telling stories, some of them don't even bother to take pictures, so they all use P... Do these people know how to write the word 'dedication'? salary?"

Qin Lu: "'Entertainment News' said that you have been in love since kindergarten. They asked that childhood sweetheart to do an interview to recall your past."

Hua Lin couldn't bear to blurt out: "I've never been in love--!"

The air was suddenly quiet.

Hua Lin took a deep breath and looked at Qin Lu expressionlessly: "...How many of my black papers have you memorized?"

Qin Lu shook his head: "I didn't remember it specifically. You have too many black drafts. I remembered it at a glance."

Hua Lin: "Then what's 'Old Ji Fuzhen' you carry, you will never forget it."

Qin Lu was startled: "..."

He seemed to be stopped by the question, paused for a while, and nodded: "I won't recite it from now on."

The two walked back to the dormitory one after the other, and the whole building heard the sound of Hualin slamming the door.

Pei Jiangsheng just finished his practice. He wandered into the living room to find something to eat, and asked Hualin lazily, "Why are you two together?"

Hua Lin took his pocket and raised his eyes coldly: "What's the next sentence of the old Ji Fu?"

Pei Jiangsheng: "...Crooked to the ground?"

Fan Xi, who came to Qin Lu to practice, couldn't help laughing.

Hua Lin's expression quickly returned to his old decadence, and he started to walk upstairs, waving his hand: "Let's eat yours."

Pei Jiangsheng has a good eye for idols.