Chapter 144 Chapter 144

What's it like to see your own dark past on Naver's real-time trending search? As the radio interview was drawing to a close, Lia pulled into the basement parking lot of the radio station.

His voice slowly flowed out through the car speakers. Because it was too familiar, she could even discern from the slight pause at the end of his voice the look of serious distress on his face. Cough. Even if "She's

The keyword "gone" didn't set off her alarm bells. She even had the audacity to take a photo of the nearest entrance, indicating that she had already reached the downstairs. Until Naver's trending search popped up -

“lovelovegd22”. lovelove…gd? ??? ??? “!!!” “I remember this ID kkkkk. It was really the original VIP back then…”

"So Oppa really reads posts online, I'm so jealous" "This is a fan certified by the idol himself" "Wow~ I'm actually a little touched, fans and idols are so devoted to each other" "As expected, GD has always been sincere to his fans,

Otherwise, he wouldn't remember such details. "The fact that he still remembers that post after all these years must mean the content really touched him." "I seem to remember that a big website compiled analysis notes back then, and they were circulated around and read by many people."

“I decided to review it hhhh” “I know that girl. When Bigbang first debuted, she was arguing with people on the forum. It’s true love kkkk” “What? Bestiz??”

"If I search for this ID now, I think I can still find it?" ... Ms. Lia Jin, the original fan, finally remembered her own exciting life as a true fan. With trembling hands, she entered the Bestiz forum.

After three attempts at entering her password, she finally managed to log in. She felt uneasy about the account being so widely discussed on trending searches. Although her past posts had been non-personal, some clues were inevitably left online.

But just as he was about to delete the post, his fingers subconsciously paused. This small account existed as a "fan" of Lia, and for a long time, it was his only connection to him.

Her gaze was fixed on the small screen in her hand. It was as if she had deliberately forgotten this memory. If it hadn't suddenly appeared on the trending search, she probably would never have thought of this account again. She felt very strange.

Those times were certainly wonderful. Her most candid and passionate feelings are honestly captured in these words, and just looking at them easily brings back the emotions she felt back then.

He had participated in that memory in a way he didn't know. But that didn't mean she was willing to let him know. It was like some subtle pride was at work.

She had never told him when she started to like him. "...Why didn't you reply to the message--" The car door was opened.

A figure flashed into the passenger seat and tossed a bulging black plastic bag into the back seat. The movement was so fast it resembled an afterimage. Lia was startled, her screen blacked out, and she clutched her phone in her palm. "It's over so soon?"

She forced out a fairly natural smile, but Lia Kim, who almost never did anything wrong, had a look that said "I have something on my mind."

Quan Zhilong adjusted the brim of his hat, his eyes moving around her face, finally slowly landing on the phone covered by his right hand. As if burned, her hand unconsciously retracted.

"I was afraid you'd have to wait too long." He looked away nonchalantly, as if it was just a casual glance, and then he grumbled quietly, "That photo is too blurry. I walked around it for a while."

Lia cleared her throat and put her phone away. As she started the car, she leaned over and kissed his cheek reassuringly: "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Isn't the manager coming with us?"

"He drove back by himself." He said absentmindedly. After a while, he changed the subject again: "What were you looking at so intently just now?" "..." She knew it.

"...The fan Oppa mentioned on the radio is trending." The person in the passenger seat hadn't reacted yet, and after a while, he said, "Oh," "That one. I don't know why I just remembered it."

—It didn't look like she knew who posted it. So she breathed a sigh of relief. "Did the daytime shoot go well?"

Speaking of this, Quan Zhilong's attention was indeed drawn away: "Hyungdon brother is really funny. You must not know that clothes are sold by the kilogram in Dongmyo." "?"

"Oh yeah, he also asked me to bring a few things for you." He loosened his seat belt and leaned over to grab the plastic bag in the back seat.

Lia was filled with questions. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the person in the passenger seat half-stuck in a black bag, roughly the size of a snakeskin sack. After rummaging through it for a moment, they pulled out a peach-pink top.

He placed the clothes on her seriously, gestured twice, curled his lips, and stuffed it back into the bag and continued to search. The light ahead was red, and she slowly stepped on the brakes, finally distracting herself to look at the "real" body of the big bag.

Quan Zhilong pulled out a bright orange camisole. "...Wow." She gave a single-note exclamation of the highest order.

Quan Zhilong was obviously very satisfied with this one, holding it in front of her and gesturing again and again: "Go back and try it. This bag is only 8,000 yuan, not even enough for a quick meal at the convenience store." "So this is what you're shooting today?"

Just ignore the phrase "go back and try".

"Yeah, we reshot the MV. When we were recording, Hyungdon asked when you could come. It's a pity that it can't be broadcast because PDnim edited it out." He said, and simply imitated Hyungdon's emphasis, "'I want Lia

Kim is my producer~'" Lia couldn't help laughing. It was obvious that Kwon Ji-yong liked him very much. Since the recording of this year's music festival began, he often mentioned this senior.

Taking advantage of the good mood, she quickly added, "By the way, Oppa, I've booked a flight for next week." As soon as she finished speaking, the carriage suddenly fell silent. The person who had been so excited just now fell silent. Lia glanced at him a little nervously.

She knew Kwon Ji-yong wanted her to stay in Seoul. But her current work focus was in the United States. She had been back for over a month, and her return date had been postponed again and again. She couldn't delay it any longer. "...Can't you stay a few more days?"

There it was again, that sticky tone. And those wet eyes. Luckily, she was driving and couldn't even look him in the eye. But just hearing the voice still made my heart soften. "I'll fly back to see you whenever I'm free."

"How long? A month? Or two months?" Lia gave him a helpless look, then finally agreed: "At least once every two months." She could keenly detect the changes in Quan Zhilong. You could even call it "willfulness."

It wasn't that he hadn't acted like this before—he was always good at being coquettish, jealous, and affectionate with his partner. But it was more like a deliberate way to maintain a relationship, always with just the right amount of restraint.

If I had to give an example, in the past, when she suggested picking him up from work, he would most likely say something like, "I don't want to make you tired." Or like now, he would never ask her to promise to come back often.

It was as if he had suddenly shed his innate sense of propriety, constantly testing her boundaries. The old balance was broken, and a new one was reconstructed. In that new balance, he allowed himself to reveal his true desires.

"...What time is the flight?" He sighed pretentiously. "I can't remember, maybe four or five?"

She was about to hand him her phone when she suddenly remembered she was logged into the forum and quickly pulled her hand away. She closed the forum page before pretending nothing had happened and handed it over. "..." The person next to her looked at her resentfully.

In order to prevent him from imagining anything outrageous, Lia decided to sacrifice her reputation: "Ahem, I was just watching that... anime." "?!!!" The accusing gaze almost became real.

The passenger's pretty face was filled with condemnation, "Aren't you satisfied with just me?" "..." The trumpet issue was simply forgotten. At least by Lia.

In fact, she traveled to and from Seoul much more frequently than the "once every two months" she initially said, although not entirely for Kwon Ji-yong.

In order to produce Li Hi's album, she even stayed in Seoul for a whole month in March - but at the same time, her beloved boyfriend was on tour in Japan.

Kim's frequency is even higher than Kwon Ji-yong's, whether in New York or Seoul. "[Encounter] I bumped into Lia Kim and Lee Hi at a Gangnam coffee shop. Are they going to release a new album?"

"I just saw Lia Kim at Incheon Airport security!!! She looks ten times better in person than in photos." "I ran into Lia Kim in Central Park. She was wearing sportswear and running. She was super friendly in person."

“【Photo】I ran into Lia Kim at JFK Airport. She was very low-key but had a strong aura. People on the street were all looking at her.” “【New York Witness】I ran into Lia Kim at a vinyl record store in SOHO.

Kim, bought a lot of old-school hip-hop records." ... Kwon Ji-yong himself was quite dissatisfied with this, but he was the one who was not in Seoul. Who told him not to perform in Korea? *

The cover shooting scene of Japanese V magazine.

As one of the world's most influential fashion publications, V Magazine maintains local teams and independent editorial perspectives in each country. Being featured in its pages is a testament to an artist's stature in the fashion world.

The Japanese edition typically focuses on supporting and showcasing the country's fashion culture, so its pages are often reserved for A-list Japanese celebrities and models. Nana Komatsu stood behind the camera, quietly watching the monitor screen.

She has just reached adulthood, and although she has been a model for quite some time and has achieved good results, she is still far from being able to shoot for V magazines.

Today's protagonist is Kwon Ji-yong, the captain of the Korean boy group Bigbang, who has been active in Japan recently.

Maybe it was luck. The model he had originally agreed to work with suddenly came down with acute gastroenteritis, and painkillers weren't working, so the magazine editor contacted her agent to help out.

That was a figure she had only seen on posters and screens in the past - she had prayed countless times that she would be able to meet and work with him one day in the future, but she had never expected the opportunity to come so suddenly.

Before she could fully react, someone had arrived on the set. He was literally standing before her, even greeting her warmly in his broken Japanese. She wasn't filming much; she just needed to be there in the background to add to the atmosphere.

Even after finishing her segment, she couldn't help but stay and continue watching the interview. "Nana-chan, do you need to take a break?" the staff member in charge of the scene came over and asked with concern.

Komatsu Nana's face felt a little hot, she shook her head gently and made an excuse: "GD-san's shooting is very professional, I want to learn more." This excuse does not stand up to scrutiny at all.

On the surveillance camera, the host was asking questions according to pre-edited topics, following the handwritten cards. Because he answered in Korean, she couldn't understand him at all. She stayed, just for a small selfish reason.

Although I know the hope is slim, if I can get the contact information after this is over... just thinking about it makes my heart beat faster.

But the staff member thought she was talking about the photoshoot and nodded approvingly, "Yeah, she totally looks like a professional model." Komatsu Nana glanced at him and whispered to herself, "Not really." She was well aware of her role as a model.

The model's plasticity serves the brand. For the product being showcased, the model merely provides a canvas; people only notice the colors, not the canvas itself. But Quan Zhilong is not like that.

He always has a strange appeal. No matter how exaggerated the makeup or clothing, it always works perfectly for him. He is color itself, and everything he wears only adds to his beauty.

His presence is too overwhelming to be a model. He is a superstar.

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