This star is from the earth

This time, Han Jue walked down the street in strict clothes, and no one recognized him. Fortunately, it was still winter, and the severe cold in February was not as gentle as in January. Walking in the crowd, his attire was not eye-catching.

Still eat lunch before going to buy gifts.

Going to the long-lost food area, Han Jue was a little emotional. Now that he has come back from a trip to the United States, he has a lot of money-although he is still in debt, but Guan Yi suggested that he should not rush to repay it-finally he does not have to worry about suffocating his wallet like he did when he first moved here, so he only comes two or three times a week up. However, the money is enough, but there is no time to come.

After returning from the United States, I will make a new song for Zhang Yiman, go out early and return late, and eat at the cafeteria of [Aidu]. Flying Star City, afraid of spicy food, did not stay for a meal. Today I can finally relax and have a meal.

"How many heartbeats have I paid in exchange for piles of invoices... I planned it, followed it, and got it, but there is too little time~" Han Jue hummed the lyrics of "Tourbillon" by the God of Songs, commemorating his extra money With emotion, I wondered when to buy a watch.

Today is the New Year's Eve, and the atmosphere of celebrating the Spring Festival is already very strong on the streets.

The scene in front of him was something Han Jue had never seen in his previous life.

Originally, people dressed in a very Chinese style, but today they seem to be intentionally [old], some old people and children wear improved Tang suits and Hanfu. Children are running around on the side of the road, wearing round Tang suit hats with Chinese characteristics on their heads, which is very festive.

Han Jue was in it, it felt like being in a theme party or a large comic exhibition.

Fortunately, there are many young people dressed casually like Han Jue.

Most of the Huaxia restaurants have closed down, so Han Jue found a Vietnamese restaurant to eat. The restaurant is relatively small, and there are not many people coming, so it is convenient for Han Jue to sit in the corner and hide.

The decoration style of the restaurant is minimalist (monotonous), with large areas of blue and white intertwined, which makes people have a desire to work. It seems to be a restaurant that wins by quality.

Han Jue ordered Vietnamese pancakes, seafood rolls, and a bowl of rice noodles. After a taste, the taste was really not perfunctory, so one person ate very happily.

Han Jue is used to watching movies, eating, and shopping alone. He never feels sorry for himself, and even enjoys it a little.

In the end, because the food was so delicious, Han felt carried away, and the owner of the restaurant saw through his true colors. The boss was very excited, dancing and humming a strange tune, but Han Jue could tell it was "Driving to Tumi" from last night's finals.

Han Jue smiled and planned to sign for the boss, but the boss said that he was a fan of Zhang Yiman.

After Han Jue finished his meal, the boss used a discount to keep Han Jue back and asked for a group photo. Han Jue readily accepted, thinking that he had instigated a fan of Zhang Yiman. As a result, Han Jue took a good position to take a photo with the boss, but the boss said that was not the case.

In the end, the boss stood beside Han Jue, and Han Jue faced the camera lens, holding his mobile phone seriously as if introducing a product in an advertisement, and there was a bright smiling face of Zhang Yiman on the mobile phone screen.

The three of them took a photo together in this way.

After putting on the equipment, Han Jue bid farewell to the silly Vietnamese restaurant owner. I plan to use this method to eat him poor in the future.

Just after eating, I felt sleepy and my head was a little dizzy, but the gift was not ready at this time, and it was not time to go back to take a nap.

Passing by a bookstore, I planned to go in and take a look to refresh myself.

A bookstore is not a library, so it is naturally noisy. It just so happens that this bookstore is gently displaying yesterday's "Singer" final playlist. When Han Jue went in, Zhang Yiman hadn't played it, but "Goodbye, Friend". Han Jue passed by a few young people, and could hear the young people subconsciously humming the refrain along with the radio.

Han Jue passed these young people as usual, he kept in mind his purpose: he came to learn, to acquire knowledge.

"Huh? Sold out?" Han Jue frowned, scanning back and forth around a bookcase.

[It's really gone. ] After Han Jue searched ten times, he finally confirmed that he did not find it.

Han Jue's eyes lit up when he caught sight of the cover of a book in a person's hand.

Manga Shonen Weekly!

This person's attire is almost the same as Han Jue's because he is afraid of the cold - a knitted hat, sunglasses, and a black mask. But Han Jue could tell that the other party was a girl.

He is like a hyena guarding near a lion that is eating, silent and patient. As long as the girl put down the manga, Han Jue would spend 0.68 seconds to rush over, and then take 0.37 seconds to bring the manga back.

But the girl flipped through it quickly, nodded, closed the book, and walked to the counter, ready to buy it.

"ah……"

Han Jue gasped and sighed regretfully. Very unwilling to look.

Unexpectedly, the sigh made the girl stop suddenly.

Han Jue froze, feeling the girl's eyes on his face, feeling bad.

【Recognize me? 】Han Jue is afraid, afraid that after being called out, he will lose a few pieces of equipment on his body,【It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. 】

Just when Han Jue was about to turn around, the girl who was staring at Han Jue suddenly said:

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The sound is blocked by the mask, but the gentleness of the tone can still be felt.

[This voice is heard before, it is the voice of an acquaintance. 】Han Jue is sure.

Han Jue didn't know many people, and his ears were more sensitive to sounds than his eyes to facial features, so he could tell who this girl was right away.

"Oh, it's you?" Han Jue was also surprised, and his tense shoulders relaxed.

What a coincidence.

Lin Qin lit up the comics that Liang was holding in his hand, and said calmly, "I'm here to buy comics."

Lin Qin's Huaxia language became more and more standard. But the virtuous temperament of the women from the Sakura Country is still obvious and calming.

It's just that she didn't expect her to like reading hot-blooded boy comics...

Han Jue stared at the comic book intently, feeling as dazzling as dusk. Sighing, he nodded to show he understood.

Then the two fell silent.

The two met three times in total, just to say hello, and neither of them was ready to talk about what to talk about after the hello.

Now that I have said a few words, there is nothing to say later, and I can't continue the pleasantries.

Han Jue didn't have the habit of chatting awkwardly, so he planned to bid farewell to his colleague from the Sakura Country and go shopping in other districts.

"Are you here alone?" Lin Qin looked around.

When Han Jue heard this question, his eyes flickered behind the sunglasses, and he looked at Lin Qin without answering. It took a long time before he asked back, "Why, are you worried about the reporter?"

If the two of them are dressed like this and get together, if they are photographed by reporters, then any story can really be made up. It is understandable for other girls to be scruples about this. But in Han Jue's heart, he unconsciously felt that such an artist was extremely boring.

Lin Qin seemed to sense the alienation hidden in Han Jue's tone at the end of the sentence. She smiled, shook her head, and said, "No. I'm worried that after you are recognized, you may not be able to get out here alone. After all, you are famous now. "

After speaking, he drew a small circle with his index finger wearing a thick glove.

Han Jue put on the mask and sunglasses more firmly and said, "It's a bit exaggerated."

"No," Lin Qin turned sideways, facing the bookcase, holding the comics in front of his chest with one hand, and stroked the spines of each book with his index finger with the other hand, "I came earlier than you and listened to several songs. Xiaoman's song It's over, and after the show, a few students chatted with each other, but they all mentioned you."

"How do you want me to answer your words? Hmm? Should I thank you or those students?" Han Jue said helplessly.

[I'm also very distressed, and I didn't take the initiative to become popular. 】This is quite hateful, especially in the same industry, so I didn't say it, I only dared to think about it in my heart.

Lin Qin was amused by Han Jue's words, turned to look at Han Jue, pursed her lips, and said, "Why don't you thank Xiaoman."

"That's true, everything is thanks to her." Han Jue nodded in agreement.

"Your words sound weird, like what a villain said." Han Jue could feel the curvature of Lin Qin's mouth under the mask.

"You think too much." Han Jue would not admit it.

Lin Qin stopped worrying about this, quickly changed the subject, and asked, "Xiaoman's birthday is tomorrow, have you prepared a gift yet? She has been looking forward to a gift for a long time."

Han Jue squinted his eyes, and once again felt palpitations for himself who had forgotten the silly girl's birthday in a parallel world: "Of course I'm ready."

"Really?" Lin Qin asked curiously, "What is it? Can you tell me?"

Han Jue was very vigilant, worried that his idea would be stolen, so he didn't answer first, but asked instead: "What are you going to give?"

"I plan to give Xiaoman a dress." Lin Qin replied obediently.

Han Jue nodded and said, "I plan to give her a puppy."

"Wow! Puppy!"

"Well, it's still a husky."

Han Jue was very satisfied with Lin Qin's reaction, and the corners of his mouth twitched with pride.

I thought, if there is a [Best Gift Award] on Zhang Yiman's birthday, then this award must belong to him.

Han Jue is very confident.

The role of Lin Qin is finally about to be activated (the activation is for the side plot that will be brought out in the future, not the harem...). In addition, friends in Guangdong should be careful of typhoons, I wish you well.