Chapter 73 The Lost Girl
The person who came out of the cubicle was Hou Jun.
Lu Yanhe looked at him in surprise, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Since he was there, he must have heard what Chen Ziliang said earlier.
"Director Hou," Lu Yanhe greeted awkwardly.
Hou Jun glanced at Lu Yanhe silently and said, "You heard what I just said?"
"Um."
"Don't tell anyone, just pretend you didn't hear it," Hou Jun said.
“Okay, I understand.” Lu Yanhe nodded.
He certainly understood why Hou Jun said that; if this kind of thing got out, it would never be good for the program.
Hou Jun walked towards the door, but stopped halfway there.
"Are you angry?" he suddenly asked, turning around.
"I'm angry." Lu Yanhe nodded, admitting it.
“But he’s famous now, so even if we’re angry, we can only put up with it. The shows need him to come on, but he looks down on us, and there’s nothing we can do about it. If we don’t want to get angry, we can only work hard and wait until the day he has to beg us.” Hou Jun said, “Your songs are well-written, you’re talented. Keep going, and you’ll succeed one day.”
Lu Yanhe never expected to hear Hou Jun say such a thing to him.
"Thank you, Director Hou."
"Give it your all tonight, and we'll give your performance a big shout-out after the show airs."
Hou Jun's words made Lu Yanhe's eyes light up.
Whether a song or a performance becomes popular is not necessarily directly proportional to its quality.
If the production team can use its resources to promote your performance, it means that more people will see your performance.
"Thank you, Director Hou." Lu Yanhe bowed to Hou Jun with delight.
"come on."
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As Lu Yanhe walked out of the restroom, he ran into Lin Miaomiao, who had interviewed him the day before.
She looked lost, turning her head around blankly.
Lu Yanhe looked at her in surprise. When she saw him, her eyes lit up, and she immediately walked over and said, "I'm lost. Can you take me backstage?"
Lu Yanhe looked at her in surprise and asked, "Aren't you the host here? How come you got lost?"
Lin Miaomiao: "...I just arrived, I'm not familiar with the area."
“I’m not familiar with this place either; this is only my second time here,” Lu Yanhe said.
Lin Miaomiao immediately said, "Then take me to your dressing room, and I'll have my assistant pick me up."
Lu Yanhe: "...Couldn't you have your assistant pick you up here directly?"
"I don't even know where this is, how can I tell my assistant?" Lin Miaomiao said matter-of-factly.
Lu Yanhe: "...Then come with me."
Lin Miaomiao hummed in agreement, raised her chin slightly, and walked away with Lu Yanhe.
After a while, a woman in a black uniform came out of the women's restroom with a helpless expression on her face.
She is Lin Miaomiao's bodyguard, and also her assistant.
Just now, Lin Miaomiao hurriedly ushered Lu Yanhe into the restroom after seeing her enter, thus creating this chance encounter.
"Don't come looking for me, I'll send you a message," Lin Miaomiao specifically instructed.
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Lu Yanhe was unaware of Lin Miaomiao's ulterior motives.
He took Lin Miaomiao back to his dressing room.
The makeup artist was already waiting for him.
Lu Yanhe was the last one to get his makeup done.
However, since his stage makeup was not complicated, the makeup team decided on a very simple stage look for him: a white shirt and black trousers, aiming to give him a clean and refreshing high school student look. Therefore, even though time was tight, he was still quite composed.
Lin Miaomiao looked at Lu Yanhe curiously and asked, "Are you alone? Where are your manager and assistant?"
"I'm all alone."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not famous." Lu Yanhe glanced at the innocent-looking girl behind him in the mirror. "Are you really a host?"
Lin Miaomiao opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know how to answer.
"Yes, that's me," she finally said.
"Alright."
"I'm a new intern, so I'm not very familiar with the work yet," she added, her hands clasping together slightly.
"I can tell," Lu Yanhe said. "Does your assistant know where my dressing room is?"
“I know, she’s already here.” Lin Miaomiao glanced at him thoughtfully. “You said yesterday that you didn’t have a girl you liked, was that true? Now that there are no cameras filming you, you can tell the truth.”
“This has nothing to do with you,” Lu Yanhe said directly.
Lin Miaomiao pouted, "Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, then forget it."
"Why should I appear after him?!" A loud shout suddenly came from outside the door.
The sound was so sudden and loud that it startled everyone in the dressing room.
The makeup artist muttered, "Who is it? Luckily, the eyebrows are already done."
She put away her tools and said, "It's almost done. Take a look."
The shouting outside the door didn't seem to bother the makeup artist at all; she wasn't even curious.
This composure and calmness made Lu Yanhe involuntarily suppress his surprised expression, not wanting to appear too naive.
The makeup artist patted Lu Yanhe on the shoulder, as if seeing through the boy's feigned composure, and said with a smile, "Backstage, this kind of situation is too common. Artists compete for the order of appearance, the order of makeup application, whose dressing room is bigger, whose recording time is more advantageous... anything can cause a fight. You've been in the industry for a long time, you should have seen many such scenes. They can get angry in front of the camera, let alone behind the camera."
Lu Yanhe smiled somewhat awkwardly.
To be honest, he didn't have much experience.
The entertainment work he has participated in has basically been with a group, and he has rarely been out on his own. He has rarely encountered these kinds of things. In the early days of his debut, because the group was very popular, Zhou Ping'an took great care of them and protected them very well.
A group of fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boys, whom others rarely considered real competitors.
"I heard from the people in charge of the event that your rehearsal yesterday was amazing. Keep up the good work." The makeup artist encouraged the boy, whose face still showed a bit of nervousness and naivety. "Although our show isn't particularly popular, it has been running for so long that we still have a group of loyal and regular viewers. Maybe this time, your performance will be loved by everyone."
"Thank you," Lu Yanhe said to the makeup artist.
"Don't mention it."
The makeup artist left.
Only Lin Miaomiao and he remained in the room.
After that roar echoed down the corridor, nothing more happened. It's unclear whether he was persuaded to stop or what.
Lin Miaomiao said, "You seem to be quite popular with these aunties. They can even cheer you on while they're doing your makeup."
Lu Yanhe turned around and looked intently at the girl in front of him.
"Actually, I don't mind too much, but have you really never been beaten up in other places for talking like that?" he asked sincerely.
Lin Miaomiao's eyes widened instantly: "Who dares to hit me!"
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(End of this chapter)
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