There are fifty minutes left to start!"

"yes!"

Sitting in a comfortable seat, Han Yu boredly allowed several female stylists to fiddle with her face and hairstyle.

Fifty minutes may not be enough for other artists to do hair, but Han Yu is more than enough. Among all the main creators, he should be the easiest person to stym the style. He doesn't need to put too much makeup on his face. He just needs to put on light makeup on his face, and the clothes are also matched in advance, so he only needs dozens of minutes to stym every time, and it doesn't take too much time.

I was bored in my seat for a while.

So when Han Yu saw Shuzhen and the others, until that moment, he seemed to truly realize what he should bear! As an artist, even if he did not want to, he had to bear some things he had to bear!

Fans are the face of artists, but artists are the pioneers of fans.

Their every word and action affects their fans. The old saying "Those who are close to the vermilion are red and those who are close to the ink are black" seems to be the most appropriate thing to put it here.

Moreover, if the artist cannot do his own good, if the "star" falls, then the hearts of countless fans tied to him will also "fall".

So Han Yu is really confused, frightened, at a loss, and very...complex.

For him, even a slight care was enough to shake his seemingly icy heart, not to mention now, it seems that it is the care of strangers called "fans" for no reason and without any reward.

"Then...that, can you lift your head a little?"

Suddenly, a timid voice came from beside him. Han Yu came to his senses in the blink of an eye and looked around and found that it was the hairstylist named Huilin.

"Sorry, I'm a little distracted."

Smiling gently, Han Yu immediately cooperated and raised his head slightly.

Kelly is a young girl with short hair. Seeing the gentle smile on Han Yu's face, her cheeks turned red. She quickly smiled shyly at Han Yu, and then began to carefully sort out the hairs of Han Yu's hair.

Speaking of which, Han Yu doesn’t take much time to put on makeup and change clothes, and the most time it takes is to make hairstyles.

Han Yu didn't know whether this was a special case in Korea or the whole world. He found that the artist's hair stylist was really serious. Even every strand of hair had to be handled well. The messy and prominent ones had to be carefully combed. Therefore, Han Yu spent most of his time doing his hair style.

"That... Huilin?"

"Ah? Ah, yes, yes...what happened?"

The young girl obviously didn't expect Han Yu to remember her name. Her little face, which was a little calm just now, turned redder, and she also showed a little at a loss. She obviously didn't know what Han Yu wanted to call her suddenly.

"Ha...uh, don't be nervous, I... just want to ask you some questions."

"Ah...yes, what are you... going to ask?"

When she heard that she was not planning to blame herself, Huilin immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Speaking of which, she has been a hairstylist for several years so far. She has contacted many artists and is more experienced. But the problem is that today... she is helping him with it, so she has been very nervous.

Fortunately, no problems have occurred so far, so after she calmed down, she continued to tidy up Han Yu's hair while also curious about what Han Yu was asking herself.

"That... do you have an idol? That is, have you ever become a fan of any artist?"

"Ah? Ah... there are... there are... what's wrong?"

When he heard Han Yu's question, Huilin was stunned. Then, for some reason, her little face turned redder. She quietly glanced at Han Yu who had to sit upright but was asking herself with her deep and charming eyes, and asked in a weak voice.

"So... can you tell me what it feels like to be a fan? Why... why do fans are willing to pay so much for an artist who they don't know at all?"

Huilin was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help looking at the mirror - the face that became more handsome after putting on makeup.

On that face, she saw the confusion and the panic that made her feel distressed and distressed by the slightly frowning brow.

Han Yu sat in his seat, frowned slightly, lowered his eyes, and thoughts in his heart. The sudden rise of question just now was not so much that he wanted to ask Huilin, but rather that he wanted to ask himself.

He really doesn't know why there is such love in the world for no reason, and he doesn't know how he should respond to this love.

"Because... you don't need a reason to like it."

“…”

Han Yu was stunned. He subconsciously turned his head and looked at it. He saw a sweet face that was not very beautiful but smiling like a flower.

"Why do you have to have a reason to like it? Is a person's heart determined by what you say? If you like it, you like it. Why do you have a reason?"

"What's more, fans are the most unreasonable existence in this world!"

The most unreasonable existence in this world?

Han Yu looked at Huilin blankly. The young female hairstylist seemed to have finally gotten rid of the shyness when facing him and looked at him bravely. Her eyes, which were slightly shiny under the lights of the dressing room, were quite energetic.

“We don’t allow anyone to hate the artist they like.”

“We don’t allow anyone to say bad things about the artists they like.”

“We don’t allow anyone to slander the artists we like.”

“We can do whatever we feel we can do for him.”

“No reward is sought.”

"Even... I don't even know why."

"So! We are unreasonable!"

His deep eyes were slightly widened subconsciously. Han Yu looked at Huilin calmly, and looked at her telling her word by word, and looked at her proudly wrinkled her nose, and even looked at her raising her head arrogantly after saying the last sentence.

"……Oh."

A few seconds later, a chuckle sounded very clearly. When he heard this laughter, Hui Lin's face, which could still be pretending to be calm, suddenly collapsed, her cheeks were red as if she was drunk, and her head was still tilted down and she lowered her hands, and she didn't know where to put her hands.

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, Han Yu glanced at the female stylist named Huilin. Although he seemed to have a lot of confusion in his heart, he suddenly felt a little enlightened, but he still had a little doubt in his heart.

"So...what if he was an artist, how would he repay his fans?"

Kelly, who was trying to pretend to be an ostrich, heard the question coming from her ears and was slightly stunned. She quietly raised her head, glanced at the handsome face in front of her, looked at the little confusion and doubt in his eyes, pursed her lips, and couldn't help but speak again.

"No need to give back, just be yourself."

“No need to…reward?”

Han Yu was slightly stunned.

"Um!"

Huilin tried to lower her head and did not look at Han Yu's eyes. She replied with a hurried speed: "For fans, it is the greatest luck to meet the artist they like. What fans value most is the artist themselves, so just insist on being yourself and keeping yourself."

Do your best...self.

The eyes in Han Yu's eyes flashed slightly, as if he had understood something suddenly, and at the same time, he also strengthened some things.

And at this time—

"Okay! The opening countdown is five minutes! Are the stars ready?"

"Ah, oh, it's ready soon!"

Hearing the pd's call from not far away, Huilin suddenly woke up and quickly carefully finished the last thing Han Yu's hairstyle, and then stood aside and let the dressmaker take over.

Now that the matter is important, Han Yu stopped talking about anything else, but just smiled at Huilin, then took the pure black suit from the dressmaker and entered the dressing room.

"call--"

Watching the slender back walk into the changing room, Huilin finally breathed a sigh of relief, and her heart, which had been so nervous since the beginning, finally relieved. Then, she blinked and looked at her busy colleagues around her. Her eyes turned and ran to a quiet corner to take out her cell phone.

"Hey, Sister Qinse."

"Yes, Oppa has already gone to change his clothes."

"It's okay, I'm a staff member, no tickets are required. Come in quickly. The seats are casually seated. Try to sit in the front row on the left, and they all enter the venue later."

"Okay, then I'll come out and meet you now."

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Chapter completed!