Chapter 52: Post-80s actresses all love Han Han

Han Han only found out about this the next day.

Fang Dadan and Lu Mensao brought a big watermelon to comfort him, and Tao Dang ran errands and carried bags, proudly showing off to his big brother: "Boss, today Lu Tingting took the initiative to call me!"

Han Han glanced at the two big watermelons, several cucumbers and tomatoes, and a pile of various snacks he had worked so hard to carry, and felt unbearable.

But in the end, he chose to encourage: "Ah, yes, yes, you are really becoming more and more important..."

Otherwise, what else could he do?

The big brother was also very desperate, okay?

Boys under 18 just have to be treated for stupid symptoms by getting hurt; outsiders and external forces are helpless.

Of course, the big handsome guy is not included; the ugly ones are always the most seriously hurt... cough, cough.

Not long after, Baofu, Xiao Yanbian, and the others arrived collectively, bringing beer and fresh beef and mutton, and then dug out a barbecue grill in the tile-roofed house, preparing to roast some skewers to eat.

"Brother." Heizi was eager to try, "There are reporters squatting at the intersection again; do you need me to go scare them?"

"No need."

Han Han shook his head lazily: "This kind of approach of walking on the edge of the sword can be done once, but not twice; never become dependent on it."

The teenagers didn't understand why, but nodded foolishly: "Oh, got it."

The little eagles were indeed a bit naive, but they were obedient. After half a year of contact, Han Han already had deep feelings for them.

"Are there many reporters outside?"

"Many!"

The teenagers chattered: "One even interviewed me, damn it!"

"I saw two people go to Teacher Fang's house!"

"Haha, Teacher Fang has been walking with the wind lately!"

"Don't talk about my dad!"

Fang Yuting just straightened her face, then suddenly broke her composure and laughed: "He really likes reporters now..."

"Hahahaha..."

Han Han was a bit puzzled: "The last wave just went back, and it's only been quiet for two days; why did it start again?"

"You don't know?"

Fang Dadan and Lu Tingting turned their heads at the same time.

"Yesterday our Jilin station broadcast your interview video, a full 60 minutes; it dumbfounded them!"

"Oh! So that's how it is... I didn't watch it."

"Actually, we didn't see it either, but there's a replay today."

"Little Stutterer notified everyone like a big loudspeaker, so everyone came to your house to watch TV today!"

The two of them said one sentence after another, not looking at anyone else with even half an eye.

Tao Dang grinned and stepped forward to take the conversation: "Tingting, you should have said you wanted to watch TV earlier. Come, sit next to me later; I'll watch with you! If you're tired, lean on my shoulder..."

Lu Tingting pursed her lips and didn't respond, just raised her little face and shouted sweetly at Yu Xiaoduo: "Sixth Brother~~~"

Yu Xiaoduo clenched his fists, didn't make a sound, and went up with a blow.

Bang!

Tao Dang cried and ran away, and the world was finally quiet.

Han Han looked at Lu Tingting and shook his head with a smile; this little shy girl was full of schemes...

Before 5:30, the teenagers and girls flooded into the main room collectively.

A few squatted in front of the TV, a few sat on the coffee table behind, and a circle stood behind the coffee table, surrounding the 18-inch color TV in three circles.

But everyone left the middle part facing the TV. Han Han sat in the sofa like a general, with Fang Dadan, the mangy dog, sticking to his left, and Lu Tingting sitting obediently on his right; the formation was like a mountain sculpture, which was a bit outrageous.

The program started quickly, and the chattering little eagles suddenly quieted down.

As soon as Han Han's figure appeared on the TV, the silence was broken by a "Wow" exclamation.

"Holy crap! Brother, you're really damn handsome!"

Indeed, Han Han felt the same way himself.

The handsome Han on TV was sitting lazily in a lounge chair, his back flat, relaxed but not sluggish, his body language carrying obvious nonchalance.

He was wearing a white polyester short-sleeved shirt, which was very reflective in the outdoor environment, but his whole face didn't look dark at all, exuding a jade-like white quality, and then matched with that laziness and comfort, he suddenly had a dusty state of being detached from things.

And if it came down to details, his left forearm was on the armrest, his right hand's five fingers lightly touched the square table; his fingers were slender, his finger bones were symmetrical, and his nails were trimmed clean—every place was perfect.

Hand-control wasn't popular now, but the photographer's inexplicable hand close-up did indeed capture a striking feeling.

Fang Dadan's eyes shone, and she leaned in stickily, asking with a grin: "Dog... Han Han, where is that white shirt you wore that day?"

"What for?"

She urged impatiently: "Change into it quickly, change into it quickly, let our own sisters enjoy it first!"

"Holy crap! Sister Fang, you're too awesome!"

"Ow ow ow, good, good, good!"

The little mother eagles crowed and booed. Han Han picked up the feather duster slowly, waved it twice to test the feel, and then smiled gently: "How do you want to enjoy it?"

"Mom!"

Fang Dadan was startled, jumped out with a howl, and didn't dare to show off again until she hid at the door.

"Sisters, this dog man is too good at pretending; if it really doesn't work, shall we push him down and force him?"

"Oh, I think it works!"

"Good, good, good! I'll go first!"

"..."

Han Han suddenly had black lines all over his forehead, and quickly called Tao Dang to his side, finally stopping their eagerness to move.

Now, he finally knew where the 10 million+ Starlight Points that suddenly soared came from.

They were all contributed by these bright, dark, and shy little dream girls.

In my entire fan composition, how many dream girls are there?

Don't know.

Anyway, including the Thirteen Eagles and Fang Dadan, there were 5 girls in total, all of them dream girls, thinking about that dog meat every day.

Damn, fortunately I have left and right protectors, extra bodyguards, and a god of filth; otherwise, relying on myself, I'm afraid I really couldn't suppress these crazy women...

Wiping his sweat, Han Han straightened his face and warned them to watch the interview properly; under Tao Dang's deterrence, it had some effect.

And then he finally watched TV in peace—actually, he couldn't be quiet at all; a group of ducks kept exclaiming, "Brother, you were really damn handsome during the interview!"

It wasn't the kind of good-looking in terms of appearance, but a "style" at the level of aura.

Han Han didn't deliberately create an image, and his demeanor couldn't be called dignified; the overall impression he gave was that he didn't take the interview seriously at all.

Relaxed but not sloppy, hidden sharpness in laziness, strong confidence bringing a firm tone, and the unhurried, clear-headed answers always broke through barriers...

The teenagers couldn't explain it clearly, and could only forcibly summarize it as—handsome.

But in fact, it was an overall radiation field that combined temperament, image, inner stability, thinking height, and comprehensive control.

To radiate things outward, you must first have things.

So the most important thing is the inner core, followed by thinking, and finally temperament and image.

And control runs through the whole process, determining the direction and intensity of radiation.

There are many stars in the entertainment industry whose temperament and image are very good, but they are full of sexual shrinkage when they are interviewed.

If the inner core is unstable, people are like duckweed, crying is not crying, laughing is not laughing, always carrying a tight fake face;

If the thinking is poor, they can't get to the point, the expression is not clear, and the content is shallow and has no depth;

If the comprehensive control is not good, then don't even think about having star brilliance.

For example, the top stream batch like Qianqian, none of them work; they are either oily or stiff, some are stupid and some are crazy, and temporary interviews without scripts to memorize are like idiots.

Look at Xiao Zhan's interview performance, the difference is clear.

And Han Han is at a higher level—without the red air of President Xiao, but with ten points more confidence, ten points more wildness, and ten points more spirit than him.

Superimposed with the knowledge beyond the era, the little brothers who have no culture can only shout "Holy crap."

The teenagers were so excited.

The girls were even more excited.

13-year-old Yang Mi, who had just graduated from Xuanwu Experimental Primary School, stood in the middle of the living room, screaming and jumping.

Her father, Yang Xiaolin, pushed the door open after work and heard his lover shouting in the kitchen: "Old Yang, go and turn off her TV! She's been shouting for almost half an hour, giving me a headache!"

Yang Xiaolin didn't dare, smiled and leaned over to take a look, and immediately recognized him.

"Yo! Isn't this Han Han? Baby, you like HOT the most; what's going on, betrayed the revolutionary ideal?"

Yang Mi froze in place, her eyeballs spinning around, and she couldn't think of a reason for a long time.

Her bedroom was covered with HOT posters, and she even learned Ahn Jae-wook's posture to take photos with the posters, which was quite middle-school-style.

Strictly speaking, she was a pure and fanatical "White Rice" at this time, die-hard level.

"I... I'm just watching, so what?"

She decided to quibble, but the corner of her eye suddenly saw Han Han's face close-up on the screen, and she immediately forgot what she was going to say later, staring straight at that face, her throat swallowing with a gulp.

"Oh my!" Her father laughed and stood close to watch with her, "Then I have to take a good look; how much charm does this child have?"

As a result, before they could really see the details clearly, they were shocked by the close-up of those rare eyes: "Hiss."

"Hiss... is this child mixed-race? Why are his eyeballs so beautiful? Gray-blue?"

"Brown-gray!"

Yang Mi's rebuttal blurted out, and then she began to ramble.

"Where did the blue come from? Isn't that a gray base, plus amber fine lines, transitioning layer by layer from shallow to deep? When there is light shining in, it brings a bit of metal at most..."

Yang Xiaolin looked at her in surprise, and classmate Mi's voice became lower and lower until she finally stopped.

Terrible!

Seems a bit exposed, what to do?

After feeling guilty for about half a second, she decided to break the jar.

"Humph! What's wrong with me looking at an idol in literature? He's so handsome, isn't he just for people to look at?"

See that? This girl has been decisive since she was a child, decisively liking little fresh meat~~~

Yang's father laughed loudly and continued to tease her: "Then what about your HOT?"

"What about them?" Yang Mi was guilty but tough, finding a reason: "One is a writer, one is a singing and dancing idol; even if I like them at the same time, it doesn't conflict, okay!"

It definitely doesn't conflict now, but later... sooner or later you'll have a hard time.

In HP District, Shanghai, 16-year-old vocational school student Tang Yan quietly opened the door of her home and found that her father hadn't arrived home yet, and suddenly let out a long breath.

She rushed to the TV in three or two steps, hurriedly turned it on and tuned it to Jilin Satellite TV, and then she had time to pour herself a glass of water and drank it wildly.

It was 5:20 PM, and according to the preview, in another 10 minutes, it would be Han Han's interview.

Tang Tang pressed her chest hard, wanting to catch her breath as soon as possible, but she couldn't do it no matter what.

She watched the TV intently, but every once in a while she couldn't help but turn her head to look at the door, like a thief.

There was a reason for this—her father was too strict.

Unlike Mao Xiaotong's situation, her family was actually very happy, with a Shanghai household registration, her father was in administration, and her mother was a white-collar worker in a foreign company; the economic conditions were not bad, and they cared for her very much.

But the love and strict requirements of parents were not contradictory, and even combining them would be more high-pressure.

At 4 years old, they required her to learn the piano; she didn't know the score, so her father went to learn it himself, and then taught her key by key.

Once she was distracted, the long needle used for knitting would hit her arm.

It wasn't very painful, but that kind of strict control accompanied her entire 16-year life.

It continued to the present, still not allowing puppy love, not allowing grades to slide, not allowing going out at night, not allowing this and not allowing that...

She was afraid and repelled, but she never dared to disobey or resist.

Until she saw "Knowing but Not Following" because her deskmate and best friend liked Han Han, the wild fire in her heart was finally ignited.

I want to... forget it, I'm a coward.

She still didn't have the courage to resist her father, but she and her deskmate became a glorious Han Han fan.

The vocational school had two flight attendant classes. Currently, under the vigorous development of her best friend, one-third had been converted into Han Han fans, while the other two-thirds of the girls with no vision still stubbornly liked Li Erpeng, Lu Yi, Xie Tingfeng, HOT, Crystal, and the Four Heavenly Kings.

This was a very astonishing proportion; after all, there probably weren't many girls dreaming of being flight attendants who would be sensitive to text.

But then again, with Han Han's face, you don't need to be sensitive to be happy, right?

In the long wait, the program finally started.

Han Han, wearing a white shirt, interpreted very concretely what kind of boy was the ultimate answer on campus.

Just like this.

Wearing a white shirt, sitting lazily in the shade of a tree, half of his face flashing in the hearts of the daughter's family.

The jade-like beauty that is indistinguishable between male and female is completely unique, with no peers, and sitting there is loneliness.

The sturdy forearm has clear muscle lines. When he raises his hand and supports it on his cheek, the two tendons on the back of his hand flick slightly, as if they flicked onto the little girl's forehead—bang, intracranial shock, eyes black.

He should also have a pair of lips that are neither thin nor thick, with distinct angles; the upper lip and lower lip have different and harmonious forms, the upper lip is thin and sharp, the lower lip is cute and fleshy. When such lips spit out "I fought with my fate" with six points of wildness, three points of coolness, and one point of playfulness, it would be impolite not to offer a scream.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Tang Tang clenched her fists tightly, pushing her cheeks hard, jumping while screaming.

She didn't know why this happened, but the feeling of her heart beating wildly and being unable to breathe prompted her to have to do something to release her emotions.

Finally, it was those eyes, which the photographer gave close-ups of several times.

Tang Tang wasn't a person who could describe things well; she just felt that those eyes kept pulling her in, the pupils were pitch black like a vortex, and the iris was a dreamy glazed color she couldn't describe. Every time she looked, she couldn't breathe for more than ten seconds, making her tired and numb.

Damn! What kind of monster is this?!

For the first time in her life, dirty words exploded from her mouth.

She knew it wasn't good, but it was really uncomfortable not to do so.

Seeing it was past 6 o'clock in a muddled way, footsteps suddenly came from the corridor.

"Terrible!"

She immediately recognized from the familiar rhythm that it was her father coming back.

Turn off the TV and hurry back to the room?

The best solution only stayed in her mind for less than a second before being thrown away fiercely.

She gritted her teeth, turned around and jumped onto the sofa, sat properly on the edge, and adjusted her expression to be nonchalant.

Today, Sister Tang, I have to see it to the end; no one can stop me!

But I'm not chasing stars; I'm just experiencing the growth philosophy of a literary genius!

Learning makes me wise, Dad, do you understand?

Han Han doesn't understand.

Similar things happened again and again. The huge waves and raging tides set off by the male succubus in the small town in the Northeast in this special era were comprehensively impacting the entire post-80s generation.

Naturally, it included most of the male stars, actresses, writers, directors, celebrities, and famous people born after 1980.

Although he couldn't be said to be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people yet, as long as he tossed around for another two years with such a violent posture and continued to sink his influence, then the entire entertainment industry in the future would have to bow to him after meeting: "Teacher Han, I grew up watching your books!"

The special era is special in that everyone still reads books and still reads newspapers.

This is not the best era for Chinese literature, but it must be the best and only era outlet for literary idols.

Therefore, the brilliance of Han Er and Guo Si was born.

Han Han walked on this accidental and correct path with full utilitarianism, twelve points of sincerity, and seventy-eight points of firmness, destined to leave an indelible mark in this period of history.

He hadn't had time to summarize it himself, but it didn't matter; the people and things he met later would take the initiative to help him summarize. ===== CHAPTER 53 =====