(PS author's words: Thank you - [await forever], [Flying Feiyunfei], [Book-Jobing No.1], [My Meow can't be so obedient] The above old friends and new friends are rewarded!)

A month ago, when Han Jue woke up from his sleep and first marched into the other world outside the door, he was ready to deal with all challenges, whether it was loneliness, hardship, battle or sacrifice.

Because he had passively accepted the gift or curse, Han Jue told himself that the life he had obtained was originally a redundant life, and what else could scare him in this world?

Actually, there is. He is afraid of forgetting 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. His tone gently reflected from the sofa and reached Guan Yi's ears.

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

...

Yesterday, at the strong request of foreign friends, Han Jue participated in the rap single-handed competition of the [Seven Mile Bar] again. After the last time the guys who challenged [Youth Road] succeeded, Han Jue successfully defended the competition this time. After all, [Youth Road] stepped on the face of the [Youth Road] rap group twice.

Escaped from the invitation of his friends [Drinking until dawn]. It was already late at night when Han Jue came back, and he took a shower and went to bed.

In the morning, Han Jue looked tired and was exercising, Guan Yi rang the doorbell.

The recording time was set at 10 o'clock, but Guan Yi came at 7:30. Han Jue was very angry after opening the door. Because Guan Yi came empty-handed, Guan Yi didn't even know that the social etiquette of bringing breakfast in the morning visit.

Before Han Jue could question the other party’s agent’s responsibilities.

Guan Yi took the initiative: "Change your clothes and we'll go to the beauty salon."

"Go to the beauty salon? No, no, no, I..." Han Jue frowned, but stopped in time when he was halfway through his words, and stuttered, "I... no, I'm hungry, go."

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

Han Jue almost followed his previous habits and said that he would not go to such places, such as his men, and what beauty salon to go to.

Guan Yi glanced at Han Jue and said, "Go to the beauty salon to do your styling while eating."

Han Jue looked like he was forced to clean his hair by his mother when he was a child. He looked impatient, but he had to be obedient.

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

Guan Yi's face has no expression and is not affected at all.

The car was speechless all the way, and finally stopped in front of a beauty shop.

Guan Yi brought Han Jue in. Han Jue's face was cold, but in fact, he felt upset when he saw everything in the beauty salon.

"I'll buy you breakfast, just sit here and find your fixed 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 walked over with a small box.

"Oh, Ah Han, I haven't been here for a long time." The other party opened the small box, took out the things inside and placed them on the table in front of the mirror, and looked at Han Jue and talked to him through the mirror.

"Ha, is that so? I can't remember it very clearly." Han Jue also responded with a polite smile through the mirror.

The golden big oily head smiled and shook his head, then came to the back of Han Jue, looked at Han Jue's hair, and then touched him. He immediately looked up at Han Jue in the mirror, frowned and said, "What's wrong? How long has it been since you took care of it?"

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

"I'll say it again, whose hair belongs to? It belongs to mine. So you're too lazy to ask me for your opinion next time." The golden big oily 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 he looked sincere in the mirror, nodding and saying, "Okay."

"You dyed your hair too many times when you were young. Don't be lazy and not take good care of it. Be careful that your hair will become bald after thirty." The golden oily head muttered while tidying up Han Jue's medium-length hair.

After hearing this, Han Jue nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and sincerely expressed that he would not let himself fall bald at the age of thirty and would definitely take good care of his hair.

Later, Guan Yi bought soup dumplings and asked Han Jue to finish them quickly before putting on makeup. Han Jue took advantage of the gap between haircuts and stuffed them into his mouth. Fortunately, Guan Yi was more careful and the temperature of soup dumplings was not high.

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

He is so uncomfortable that he will not cherish the tranquility he can easily get without selling his membership card.

The final cost is placed in the company's account. This beauty salon cooperates with the company, otherwise neither Guan Yi nor Han Jue would easily bear the cost.

Han Jue took a nap in the beauty salon just now and is much more energetic now.

But when Han Jue thought of "falling in love" with a strange woman in front of the camera, he felt cold and restless.

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

Han Jue's heartbeat began to accelerate, but he was sure it was not because of excitement.

But because of fear and nervousness.

Han Jue staggered as if he had been thirty years old and had a serious illness. He slowly fell on the sofa, and then hugged his knees inward to shrink into a ball.

Guan Yi quietly observed quietly, not understanding what Han Jue was doing, why did Han Jue look different from the private image he asked about? Do you have any mental illness? Or did he hide his 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 will only give big frameworks, and when the plot is unclear, they will not give the script. Because they have revised the version... but there are also corresponding characters. The program team gave you the character "The Girl Flirting Expert", but your set is OK for funny. Don't use it all the time. It's both worth beating and greasy, and the audience will vomit. Remember, don't be mean, don't talk nonsense or say the wrong words. You can play freely with other details."

"..." Han Jue slowly turned his head and looked at Guan Yi with a grim look. His shoulders gradually relaxed, and his tension gradually faded.

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

Guan Yi's eyes remained calm, indicating that this was true.

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

Based on your personality? Want to have a personality?

Character design is not omnipotent, nor is it foolproof.

Although reality show teams generally design character designs for guests, when they always keep a close eye on the guest's camera, the guests will sooner or later reveal their true personality.

Therefore, Han Jue, as long as he participates in this program, he will more or less reveal his true personality. If he decides to shoot this program seriously, then without a script, his true personality is "in love" with other girls.

He refused.

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

"It's too late."

It was really too late. Before Guan Yi could finish drinking the water in his hand, the doorbell was ringing.

"You go and open the door." Guan Yi put down the water cup and said to Han Jue.

Han Jue's whole body was as soft as boneless, and he lazily supported his upper limbs with his hands.

At this moment, he felt a little angry, and he was about the program team and the agent. But at the same time, he was also angry with himself. Because he also knew that he would leave everything to others without hesitation and ended up being fooled. If he doesn’t eat the bitter fruit, who would he give it to?

It's still too tender after all.

Do you think that being an artist for half a year can get a quick money without any effort?

Too taken for granted.

Han Jue was anxiously trying to scratch his hair, but Guan Yi suddenly shouted "Don't touch the hairstyle!" and stopped him.

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

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

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

[You don’t want a character design, right? Then don’t want a character design for you.]

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

A camera was pressed on his shoulder and aimed at Han Jue. A man was holding a radio rod and hanging over the sky outside the camera. In addition, there was a middle-aged fat uncle facing Han Jue, followed by a little girl wearing a mask. Some staff were standing scattered.

Han Jue was prepared for those outside the door. He nodded, then looked at his watch and said, "It's quite punctual."
Chapter completed!