182: Chapter 182 Black Stockings

Truth be told, this photo Xia Zhi took is really good. Seriously, without wearing a suit or getting styled, Lin Chuyan didn't even know he could look this handsome.

When he tidies up a bit on regular days, he is indeed quite eye-catching in a crowd, but that kind of handsomeness, how should he put it, he's only 25 after all, and in most cases, he still has the aura of a youth.

But once this suit is on, his form of address needs a change.

What Yanzi? What Lin the Dog? Please be a bit more polite; call me President Yan, okay?

President Yan took the photo Xia Zhi sent him, saved it, and immediately forwarded it to his number one fan.

He attached the text: "The awards ceremony is tonight. It's a pity you aren't here. Another day of missing you."

After a while, he received a WeChat message from his number one fan.

"Is there anyone next to you?"

It was very sudden, very much like she was about to do something bad.

Lin Chuyan was posing right then, as Xia Zhi had taken quite a few photos of him. Hearing the phone notification, he quickly grabbed it, then felt a jolt, and was even a bit excited.

"No..."

Immediately after, his number one fan sent over a photo of her daily life; it was truly just a casual snapshot.

At this hour, the other party seemed to be having afternoon tea.

Sunlight spilled onto a delicate, Western-style small round table, on which sat a simple cup of coffee and a pair of large, slightly exaggerated sunglasses.

Ruan Xingyu was wearing a black short skirt. Below the skirt, it wasn't those stick-thin legs; her calves were slender, but her thighs had a bit of meatiness, appearing shapely and long. It completely struck Lin Chuyan's fetish, exactly the type he loved most. Paired with 0D black silk stockings and lace-up Martin boots, the photo was sent over just like that, catching him off guard.

Attached text message: "Little brother is so handsome. Today, you have a black silk senior [heart]"

Damn, that's a foul. No, wait, this is a crime!

Lin Chuyan's brain suddenly couldn't quite process things.

It was as if every region of his brain had been dutifully working at its post—some wondering how many awards he would win at the ceremony tonight and what he should say; some pondering the meaning of life; others responsible for storing past memories... but at this moment, they all stopped turning, all shouting, "Black silk, black silk, black silk, I want to see black silk," or perhaps, "Give me more, give me more, give me more"...

He felt it must be a case of insufficient blood flow to the brain; after all, little Lin Chuyan was getting a bit restless at this moment.

And so.

He quickly ran through the faces of Brother Zheng Hai and Brother Wu Yue in his mind—one balding and lacking in vigor, the other covered in muscles with a bit of stubble...

Only then did he forcibly calm little Lin Chuyan down.

He saved the photo immediately and replied: "Looks good, I love seeing it, send more. Are there any more?"

"No more. After all, you only sent me one."

Fine, fine, fine. As expected of a Libra, fairness is the main priority.

Well, if you're going to say that...

Lin Chuyan lifted his chin: "Xia Zhi, send me all the photos you just took."

Xia Zhi was still meticulously selecting from a pile of photos and looked up upon hearing this: "Brother, wait a moment, let me pick a few."

"Just send me ten randomly for now, you can take your time picking the rest later."

"Alrighty."

Soon, Ruan Xingyu's phone began to vibrate crazily.

...She could feel her boyfriend's thirst for knowledge.

"Photos received."

"??? Where are my black silk photos???"

"Then come find me. I'll only wear it for you to see [seductive]"

"Just look?"

"...If you want to get kicked, that's not impossible."

Damn it, his girlfriend was testing his willpower again.

It was soon time for the awards ceremony entrance.

This year's sponsors included a car brand, and the format for the red carpet walk was changed from entering from the backstage to being shuttled the entire way by car. The live stream camera would follow the car, starting from when the artist got out until everyone finished walking the red carpet.

This segment, how should one put it, sometimes had even more to watch than the awards ceremony itself.

In the entertainment industry, a place that emphasizes seniority, there are unspoken rules.

Lin Chuyan originally didn't care about these things, but Wu Yue disagreed.

A few days ago, staff members discussed with Wu Yue about arranging for Lin Chuyan to walk the red carpet with another artist, but Wu Yue decisively refused.

According to what Wu Yue explained to Lin Chuyan, you are going to win awards tonight, and your blue album has the qualifications for it; in other words, you are the most handsome guy tonight. In an occasion like an awards ceremony, if you don't fight for anything, others won't appreciate you, and they won't award you next time just because they think you're a good person. In short, everything is based on strength. Moreover, I'm also helping them. Believe it or not, if they dare to arrange you casually, they will be scolded to death by your fans the next day?

Thus, Lin Chuyan was arranged to appear very late tonight, and he walked the red carpet alone.

However, the Haters were not having it.

[Didn't they say Lin Chuyan would be there? Fake news?]

[He wouldn't still be later, would he? After all, even Zhang Jingxiao has already appeared.]

[What do you mean? If you want to talk about Lin the Dog, just talk about him. Why bring my Xiaoxiao into this?]

[I'll bring him up, so what? One Xiaoxiao's worth of time has passed, why hasn't Lin Chuyan appeared yet? Are we going to have to wait two Xiaoxiaos?]

[Zhang Jingxiao is nothing. Also, Zhou Mi and Wang Wenhao have appeared too, and I still haven't seen Lin the Dog.]

[They really dare to do this. One dares to arrange it, one dares to accept it. Does this guy have such a high status? How come I don't know?]

[At the end of the day, it's just one album. What right does he have?]

After much anticipation, he finally emerged. After most of the Singers had finished, Lin Chuyan got out of the car, and the barrage comments increased visibly.

Fans directly flooded the screen, with the three characters "Lin Chuyan" floating across the entire screen. Of course, there was plenty of teasing too.

[Holy crap, Idol is so handsome!]

[Can this hairstyle be semi-permanent?]

[I suggest putting this look into a game! Are the developers watching? Can this skin come with a car at the start? It can drive directly over the faces of the Haters, with a gasoline burning effect.]

[Knives in hand, kill Lin the Dog! Ruan Xingyu is mine!!!]

[To the one above, everything is available in your dreams. Also, Ruan Xingyu is clearly mine!!!]

[Wait, other artists all walk in pairs, why is it just you alone?]

[Didn't someone refuse to leave the red carpet before? And others who dragged it out until the very end to appear? Lin the Dog is probably the same.]

[Is the person above living under a rock? Open your eyes and see what his status is now!]

[Say less. My brother is going to win an award in a moment. Haven't you been slapped in the face enough? Haters just never learn.]

[I don't think it's that they don't learn; it's that they have masochistic tendencies, right?]

[I feel like the Haters just intentionally post some controversial comments, then set their phones to vibrate mode and put them in their butts for self-defense.]

Alone was fine. Lin Chuyan generously allowed himself to be photographed in front of the flashes and answered questions from the media on site.

Reporter: "Lin Chuyan, are you confident about winning an award tonight?"

Lin Chuyan's main approach was to tell the truth. He wasn't like other artists who only knew how to evade questions or say polite platitudes. It wasn't that he couldn't, he just felt it was unnecessary; it was too fake, too tiring, and he didn't know what the point was.

"I am. I think my album sounds great; I will definitely win an award."

"What if they don't give it to you? Wouldn't that be very embarrassing?"

"If they don't give it, it just means they have no taste. It's got nothing to do with me."

Reporter: "..."

Lin Chuyan: "What do you think of the judges' taste?"

Reporter: "...Of course, it should be good."

Lin Chuyan: "Then that settles it, doesn't it?"