Before the three of them could come back to their senses, they were shocked by what happened next.
Their performance was close to the beginning, so when they got off the stage, most of the performers were still waiting for them.
As a rule of thumb, for the rest of the performance, the members of their group basically had no work to do. They could stay in the venue to continue watching, or they could go back to their respective homes to do other things until further notice.
Because they knew that they were fine, the extras who knew what to do took the opportunity to surround them.
The marker pen borrowed from the TV station's assistant, the lipstick that she carried with her, the clothes that she brought with her, and the school bag that contained her personal belongings all became carriers for them to ask for autographs.
They asked cautiously and cautiously, their eyes filled with hope.
"Qin Guan, I'm a fan of yours. May I have your autograph?"
"Yu Chengqing, I'm a fan of yours."
They asked for autographs one by one, afraid that they would cause trouble for the other performers.
Qin Guan's heart softened. He put his arms around Tse and Harlem Yu's shoulders and started inviting them. "Are you free today? I think you'll be in the capital this week. "
"This is the first time we've met. We should get to know each other and have a good chat. It will be good for the performance."
"Besides, by waiting for all the acts to go through the motions, we'll have watched the Spring Festival Gala first, right?"
"You know, there are not many opportunities to watch live performances."
Tse and Harlem Yu nodded helplessly. "We don't mind staying a little longer. The fans are so enthusiastic. Let's just treat it as a signing."
Nobody in the entertainment industry was stupid. They knew that Qin Guan wanted them to stay a little longer to ask for autographs from ordinary fans.
Qin Guan pointed to the waiting room, where the dancers were holding the autographs. "We need to remove our makeup and familiarize ourselves with the performance. We'll stay there."
"If you want autographs, send a representative to bring the autographs here. We'll sign them together."
"Yes! Okay! Thank you! "
The girl in the long skirt bowed firmly to the three people in front of her, then skipped to a group of good friends to announce the good news.
So, in the lounge of the three people, they were chatting in full swing, while in the backstage area of the studio outside the lounge, there were slips of signature statistics everywhere.
It was the same young lady who took on the role of a statistician. She received one piece of paper after another from the crowd who were busy going on stage and rushing to the scene under the direction of the director and the staff.
It was because they, too, had idols. It was because they, too, had dreams. The person they once liked, or even loved deeply, was right next to them. Perhaps this was the happiest moment for fans who chased after their idols.
She was sweating profusely as she knocked on the door and walked into the lounge with a heavy bag of autographs in her arms. Tears welled up in her eyes.
Yes, I like Qin Guan. His looks, acting skills, and simple love made the slender girl fall in love with him.
That was why she had come. She had taken on a thankless task just to have one more look at her idol.
The three of them looked at the papers in front of them, trying to hold back their laughter. Then they started the work they were most familiar with.
Signing autographs seemed like a simple job to outsiders. It was hard for them to understand.
When Qin Guan picked up the last piece of paper, the girl bit her lip and said, "Can you write one more sentence? Mr. Qin? "
Qin Guan had called him a teacher, so he had to agree.
"What should I write?"
"To the future stars of the Central Folk Song and Dance Troupe, Zhong Yanling and Zhong Lingyan."
‘？ Two people? "
"Yes, we are twins. My sister likes Tse Tingfeng, and I like you."
Before Zhong Yanling could finish her sentence, another identical head popped out from behind the door. The two of them were wearing different dancing dresses, which meant that they had learned different types of dances.
However, even with makeup, there was not much difference between the two faces, which immediately confused the people in the room.
"Sister? Sister? "
Zhong Yanling pointed at herself. "Sister likes Qin Guan." Then she pointed at the girl in the traditional dance costume. "Sister likes Tse Tingfeng."
Harlin, who was at the side, sighed. It was good to be young. Why couldn't they be triplets? Who knows, there might be a little sister who liked him?
Before he could start feeling sorry for himself, Zhong Lingyan, who appeared later, slowly took out a piece of paper from behind her.
"I like Qin Guan too. I was afraid that you wouldn't give me your autograph, so I came to ask for it myself."
Her sister was surprised. "You like Qin Guan too? Why didn't you tell me? But fortunately, the two of us do everything together, so naturally, your name will be on the signature. '
Her sister looked embarrassed. She looked so cute. "I'm sorry. I think you like Qin Guan too much. I was afraid that if I told you that I liked him too, you would think that your idol was stolen."
The two young ladies of the Zhong Family, who had begun whispering to each other, thought that they had concealed it well, but in fact, all of their words had been heard by the three opposite them.
Yu Chengqing, who was taking pleasure in Qin Guan's misfortune, couldn't help but laugh. He signed the autograph and shrugged his shoulders, which made Tse Tingfeng's face turn green.
Is this what my friends from Hong Kong always say? "Qin Guan is poisonous?"
In that case, he was right. He was almost poisoned to death today.
Finally, the girls reached an agreement and begged Qin Guan to sign another autograph. It was still their names, but in a different order.
After finishing all the autographs, the two of them looked at Tse Tingting's expression. Holding all the autographs, they hurriedly thanked Tse Tingting and ran away without any sense of loyalty.
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PS: The Guardian's new book, "Godly Printer"
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