Hua Lin was leaning against the tree behind the castle to smoke, and when he saw him, he was stunned for a while and didn't speak.

Qin Lu has been very busy these days, so he has never been alone with Hualin. Now that I observe the other party, I notice that the other party's half-length hair that is already messy is even more unkempt, and the fingertips are slightly yellow. Obviously, he has been smoking a lot recently.

His knee-jerk reaction was that Metallica might not have been training as well as he thought.

But he didn't ask, that kind of "empathy" would make people embarrassed.

Metallica is a predecessor much earlier than Infinite9's debut, and the music style is also very mature, and has formed its own unique and fixed style, which is not an easy task for singers.

At least in music, Hua Lin himself knew better than Qin Lu what they should do.

Qin Lu noticed that Hua Lin's fingertips tightened slightly, he fastened the black garbage bag and threw it away as usual, clapped his hands and laughed as usual: "It seems to have cooled down a bit in the last few days? After all, it's already the end of September. already."

Hua Lin was startled for a moment, Qin Lu pointed to the cigarette in his hand: "It's about to burn."

"..." After he pressed it out, he threw the cigarette away, "Don't tell Jiang Sheng. I told him that I had quit, or he would nag endlessly."

Qin Lu didn't answer, he simply said, "Pay attention to your throat."

Hua Lin's smile is amazingly beautiful, with a decadent but transparent taste: "I'm born with a smokey voice, I'm not afraid."

Qin Lu: "..."

Qin Lu always felt that this was something Pei Jiangsheng would say.

He just laughed and wanted to tell Hua Lin to go back together, but out of the corner of his eye he seemed to see a flash.

Qin Lu responded quickly and turned around, keenly capturing the camera.

Following Qin Lu's actions, Hua Lin turned his head, and a trace of disgust and irritability flashed in his eyes.

The other party didn't seem to expect Qin Lu to be so sensitive to the camera, so he didn't react for a while. When he was a little flustered, Qin Lu took big strides over there.

The person who was found ran with the camera, but Qin Lu was faster than him.

Qin Lu's hand firmly grasped the opponent's arm, much stronger than his thin body.

He looked at each other politely and smiled peacefully: "I'm sorry, no matter what you photographed, can you delete them? Otherwise, my friend will be troubled."

Before coming, Qin Lu searched for information about other groups in order to get to know the competition group in advance.

He had already noticed that there were a lot of black papers in the flower forest in Metallica.

Chapter 177

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 picture of the other party.

The paparazzi instantly stood up like a blown-up cat, and his expression became obviously a lot more nervous: "Hey, why are you shooting 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. 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? It's not you who I photographed. Are you not afraid of getting burned by meddling with your own business?"