(PS author's words: Thank you - [await forever], [Feifei Feiyunfei], [Book-gnawing NO.1], [My family's meow can't be so well-behaved] The above old friends and new friends have been rewarded!)

A month ago, the moment Han Jue woke up from his slumber and headed out to the other world outside his door for the first time, he was ready to face any challenge, whether it was loneliness, tribulation, battle, or sacrifice.

Because he had passively accepted the gift or curse, Han Jue told himself that this was a superfluous life, and what else could he be afraid of in this world.

Actually, there is. He was afraid to forget the past.

"Can I regret it?" Han Jue curled up on the sofa, facing the back of the chair, and the back of his head towards Guan Yi, who was sitting on the sofa opposite. The tone gently passed the reflection of the sofa and reached Guan Yi's ears.

"It's too late. Guan Yi drank boiled water little by little, while waiting for the program team to come to the door.

……

Yesterday, at the strong request of foreign friends, Han Jue once again participated in the rap heads-up competition of [Seven Mile Bar]. Following the success of the guys who challenged [Youth Road] last time, Han Jue succeeded in defending again this time, and after counting, [Friendship Road] stepped on the face of the [Youth Road] rap group fiercely, twice.

Escaping the invitation of his friends to [drink until dawn], it was already late at night when Han Jue came back, so he hurriedly took a bath and fell asleep.

In the morning, when Han Jue was exercising with a tired face, Guan Yi rang the doorbell.

The recording time was set at 10 o'clock, but Guan Yi came at half past seven, and Han Jue was very angry after opening the door. Because Guan Yi came empty-handed, Guan Yi didn't know the social etiquette of bringing breakfast when visiting in the morning.

didn't wait for Han Jue to question the other party's agent's responsibility.

Guan Yi preemptively: "Change your clothes, let's go to the beauty salon." ”

"Go to the beauty salon? no, no, no, I just ......" Han Jue frowned, but stopped in time halfway through his words, and stumbled, "I'm ...... No, hungry belly, go. ”

[It's dangerous. Han Jue silently pinched himself.

Han Jue almost followed the habit of his previous life, saying that he didn't go to that kind of place, how about his old man, and what kind of beauty salon he went to.

Guan Yi glanced at Han Jue and said, "Go to the beauty salon and eat while styling." ”

Han Jue was like being forced by his mother to cut his hair when he was a child, his face was impatient, but he had to be obedient.

"Bang!" Han Jue closed the car door a little harder.

Guan Yi's face was expressionless and unaffected.

The car was silent all the way before finally stopping in front of a beauty shop.

Guan Yi brought Han Jue in, Han Jue's face was cold, but in fact, he felt annoyed to see everything in the beauty salon.

"I'm going to buy you breakfast, and you're going to sit here and find your regular stylist. Guan Yi pressed Han Jue to the seat in front of a mirror, and after instructing Han Jue, he went out.

Then a strong man with a big golden oil head came over with a small box.

"Yo, Han, it's been a long time. The other party opened the small box, took out the contents and put them on the table in front of the mirror, and looked at Han Jue through the mirror and talked and laughed.

"Hah, yes, I don't remember exactly. Han Jue also responded with a polite smile through the mirror.

The golden oil head shook his head with a smile, then came to the back of Han Jue, looked at Han Jue's hair, and touched it again. Immediately looked up at Han Jue in the mirror, frowned and said, "What's the matter?"

Han Jue's eyes grunted left and right, and he really couldn't think of how to answer.

"I repeat, whose hair does your hair belong to? So you're too lazy to ask my opinion next time. The big golden oil head stared at Han Jue's eyes seriously and said.

"You can pull it down.] Why does my hair belong to you?] Han Jue thought so in his heart, but in the mirror, he showed sincerity, nodded and said, "Okay." ”

"When you were young, you dyed and permed your hair too many times, don't always be lazy and don't take good care of it, beware of bald hair after 30. The golden oily head muttered as he straightened Han Jue's medium-length hair.

When Han Jue heard this, he immediately nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and sincerely said with his eyes that he would not let himself be bald at the age of thirty, and he would definitely take good care of his hair.

Later, Guan Yi bought soup dumplings and asked Han Jue to finish them before putting on makeup. Han Jue took advantage of the interval between haircuts and stuffed them into his mouth one by one, but fortunately, Guan Yi was more careful, and the temperature of the soup packets was not high.

A makeup artist is another person. Finally, when he put on his makeup, Han Jue woke up from his chair.

It's so unaccustomed to not having a place to sell him a membership card, he won't cherish the tranquility that comes easily.

The final cost is hung in the company's account, this beauty salon is in cooperation with the company, otherwise neither Guan Yi nor Han Jue will easily bear this cost.

Han Jue took a nap in the beauty salon just now, and now he is much better.

But at the thought of "falling in love" with a strange woman in front of the camera, Han Jue's hands and feet were cold and restless.

This is even more stressful than preparing for the college entrance examination and driver's license test in the previous life.

Han Jue's heart began to beat faster, but he was sure it wasn't because of excitement.

It's because of fear, nervousness.

Han Jue faltered as if he was thirty years old and was seriously ill, slowly collapsed on the sofa, and then the whole person hugged his knees inward and shrunk into a ball.

Guan Yi quietly observed, not understanding what Han Jue was doing, why was Han Jue's private image different from what he inquired about? Was there some mental illness? Or did he hide the unknown side before?

"By the way, I have something to tell you. Guan Yi poured himself a glass of water.

"What?"

"The program team discussed with us and said that they would only give the big frame, and when the plot was unclear, they would release the task, and they would not give the script. Because they have been revised...... But there are also corresponding character designs, the character set given to you by the program team is [Flirting Girl], but your set is okay to be funny, don't use it all the time, it's both underbeat and greasy, and the audience will vomit. You remember, don't be mean, don't talk nonsense, say the wrong thing. Other details are free for you to play. ”

"......" Han Jue slowly turned his head and looked directly at Guan Yi. The shoulders gradually relaxed, and the tension gradually faded.

Han Jue wanted to determine the truth of the matter from Guan Yi's eyes.

Guan Yi's eyes were still calm and unchanged, indicating that this was true.

Without a script, how could Han Jue convince himself that he was acting?

Do you want to set up a person?

Character design is not omnipotent, let alone foolproof.

Although reality show groups generally design characters for guests, in front of the camera of the guests at all times, the guests will sooner or later reveal their true personalities.

Therefore, he, Han Jue, as long as he participates in this show, he will more or less expose his true personality. If he decides to shoot this show seriously, then in the absence of a script, his real personality is "falling in love" with other girls.

He refused.

"Can I regret it?" Han Jue asked softly as he turned his head back to the sofa.

"It's too late. ”

It was really too late, and before Guan Yi finished drinking the water in his hand, the doorbell rang.

"Go open the door. Guan Yi put down the water glass, Chao Han Jue said.

Han Jue's whole body was as soft as bones, and he lazily propped up his upper limbs with his hands.

At this moment, he was a little angry in his heart, and he asked the program team to the agent. But at the same time, there is also anger towards yourself. Because he also knows that he ignores everything and gives it to others, and in the end he is fooled, and if he doesn't eat the bitter fruit himself, who will he eat?

It's still too tender after all.

Do you think that after being an artist for half a year, you can get out of the way after making quick money without bothering?

Too much to take for granted.

Han Jue anxiously wanted to scratch his hair, but was stopped by Guan Yi's sudden shouting of "Don't mess with your hairstyle!"

Sighing, in Guan Yi's sight, Han Jue dragged his slippers to the entrance.

The doorbell was still ringing, and Han Jue was standing in front of the door thinking about something.

When the doorbell rang for the third time, Han Jue raised his head.

[You don't want to set up people, right, then don't set people to show you. 】

He patted his cheek, took a deep breath, straightened his back, and opened the door.

A camera was held over the shoulder, aimed at Han Jue. There is a man holding a radio pole hanging in the air where he is off-camera. In addition, there was also a middle-aged fat uncle who faced Han Jue, followed by a little girl wearing a mask. There were a few staff members standing here and there.

Han Jue had already prepared for these outside the door, he nodded, then looked at his watch, and said, "It's quite punctual." ”