After Transmigrating Into a Male Idol Talent Show

Chapter 177 - 178

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Huā Lín felt extremely annoyed.

The person following him even looked quite familiar, having crossed paths with him at least two or three times before.

The term "paparazzi" is more fitting for entertainment reporters than journalists. Although Huā Lín understands that this profession exists due to the public's desire for gossip and scandal, as long as human nature exists, such tendencies will never disappear. However, that doesn't mean he isn't troubled by it.

To artists, paparazzi are like leeches, making money by exposing or fabricating others' private lives. It's not that there are no artists with misconduct, or that all stories exposed by paparazzi are false, but a significant portion of them are merely fabrications.

Just a vague picture is enough to spin a complete melodramatic story full of love, hate, and revenge, yet without any disclaimer stating "purely fictional."

While being in the public eye means facing criticism, with great fame comes great responsibility. However, Huā Lín doesn't want his life to be used for entertainment and consumption.

Although he hasn't been in the industry for a particularly long time, his reputation has always been mixed. Huā Lín doesn't mind if people don't like his music or his personality because everyone has different tastes and aesthetics, and that's okay.

Except for money, there's nothing in the world that everyone will like.

But the problem lies in the fact that ninety-nine percent of the negative reviews come from stories fabricated by paparazzi and marketing accounts, not because of the real him.

What Huā Lín cannot accept is being hated and criticized for something he didn't do, under the name "Huā Lín," which is fundamentally not him.

Why should he bear the blame for something he never did?

"Could you please delete it? It's troubling."

Leaning against the tree, Huā Lín looked up, squinting politely at Qin Lu while speaking to the paparazzi.

His gaze fell on Qin Lu, who was firmly holding the paparazzi's hand, his fair and slender fingers much stronger than they appeared.

In fact, he found it somewhat unexpected.

Qin Lu seemed different from what he had imagined.

The paparazzi began to panic because he was caught off guard, but soon regained his composure and shook his head disdainfully, sneering, "Impossible. I just want to take a photo. You have no right to ask me to delete it."

Qin Lu remained calm, patiently saying, "Is that so? Okay. But Huā Lín doesn't want to be photographed."

The paparazzi might not have encountered someone who reasoned with them directly for many years. He scoffed, "Do celebrities have portrait rights?"

Huā Lín's gaze turned cold, and before the paparazzi could react, Qin Lu slightly narrowed his eyes and, still holding the paparazzi's arm, took out his phone and snapped a photo of him.

Like a startled cat, the paparazzi instantly stood up straight, looking visibly nervous, "Hey, why are you taking my picture? Delete it! Right now!"

Qin Lu remained gentle, politely shaking his head, "Impossible. I just wanted to take a photo. You have no right to ask me to delete it."

The paparazzi: "..."

He had repeated the exact same words.

Huā Lín couldn't help but smirk, feeling much relieved and even had a thought that Qin Lu had a great memory. I wonder which school he's aiming for?