Peninsula: I'm the Top Streamer

Chapter 483 Friendly Competition

"By the way, comfort Miyeon. Did you forget that you have a girlfriend after going to Paris? Is the scandal with Jisoo the only thing you have?"

Sana Minatozaki did not have the awkward mood that Zhao Meiyan had at the moment. After hanging up the phone with her, she immediately called Quan Xuanhe. Fortunately, he was not busy at the moment and the call could be connected.

"what?"

Quan Xuanhe was busy preparing for his appearance at the fashion week. He had been busy since he woke up. After receiving her wake-up call, he was indeed confused.

He really didn't expect it, mainly because Zhao Meiyan didn't send him a message, so he forgot about it for a while and forgot that he had to explain it to Zhao Meiyan in time.

"Ah, thank you for reminding me. I was so busy that I fainted. I'll talk to her later. I'm getting ready to go on stage now."

At this moment, he was sitting in the nanny car, weaving through the slightly congested traffic on his way to the show venue. Next to him was a makeup artist who was checking his styling from time to time to see if there were any mistakes and adjusting some small details.

This is Quan Xuanhe's first fashion week appearance, and he is aiming for a stunning picture.

Fashion week is always a hot topic, and every artist’s look will be put on display, and finally compared to see whose look is the most eye-catching.

If the design is good, there is a chance that it will become a hot topic, which will be of great benefit to subsequent brand cooperation.

Of course, the above law is not absolute for Kim Ji-soo.

Almost every time she attends a fashion week, Kim Ji-soo's styling is not very eye-catching. Reuters photos rarely look particularly good, and her fashion image is often ridiculed by opponents and passers-by, but it has almost no impact on her status in the brand.

In the final analysis, it all comes down to who is famous.

"Haha, you really have a terrible memory, you big star of the universe."

Minatozaki Sana said sarcastically to Quan Xuanhe.

If he performs too well, Sana Minatozaki can't stand it. If he performs too badly, Sana Minatozaki can't stand it either. Sometimes as a bystander, she also has a contradictory mentality, so this mentality makes her sometimes hot and cold when facing Quan Xuanhe, which is very unlike her optimistic self.

"Uh...you don't have to treat me like this."

Quan Xuanhe was a little speechless. He didn't know what she had done to him again. She was speaking in such a sarcastic tone.

"I'm kindly reminding you that you seem to have relaxed after falling in love, and even feel that it would be better if you weren't in a relationship at all."

Minatozaki Sana hit the nail on the head.

Zhao Meiyan would share with her more or less the daily life of her relationship with Quan Xuanhe, including all the details, big or small. Sometimes, after hearing so much, Minatozaki Sana felt complicated.

Is this guy really too busy filming to spend some time with Zhao Meiyan in their daily relationship?

Not only was she a bystander of Zhao Meiyan, but she was also a bystander of Zhou Ziyu and Quan Xuanhe's relationship at that time.

Both were presented before her eyes, so she could see the difference clearly.

It's obvious that Quan Xuanhe didn't care as much as he did towards Zhou Ziyu.

Especially since it’s the hundredth day, the hundredth day anniversary of their relationship. If it was Quan Xuanhe when he was dating Chou Tzuyu, he would probably not forget this important thing.

"Am I lax?"

Quan Xuanhe watched the people and street scenes passing by outside the window, listening to these words in his mind. He was stunned for a moment, then he thought about it himself. After a long silence, he said aloud: "Maybe, but I think it's because I've been too busy recently. Important projects are coming one after another, and it's hard to divide my attention."

"How important is that? You're the only one who knows."

Minatozaki Sana was speaking in a very sarcastic tone at this moment, and her words were full of intriguing meanings. She didn't like what he said at all.

"Uh... there's no need to be so harsh on me. I'm not a heartless person. There's no need to keep hammering me down with these details."

Perhaps it’s because of the different perspectives, Quan Xuanhe feels that he still has the responsibility and sense of duty among his peers, but perhaps it’s because of the different perspectives that his subsequent feelings are different.

That's what he thought.

"What is harsh? This is the most basic attitude in love."

Every word he said was full of complaints, and countless flaws could be found in every word he said. Since he wanted to chat with me, then I could chat with him.

"It's a bit classic, and it's an attitude issue."

The man grinned, but his expression seemed a little strained despite his exquisite appearance.

"What else? Do you think you have a good attitude?"

She listened to what Quan Xuanhe said and said she didn't quite understand, and didn't understand what he meant by the first half of his sentence.

But no matter what, Minatozaki Sana was going to give him a good beating, otherwise it would be disastrous if she always had a thick-skinned look to defend herself.

"Is it okay?"

Quan Xuanhe said in a cautious tone.

"Can you? If you can, then forget about your anniversary? Even I know this is the 100th day of your relationship, and what are you thinking about right now? If you're busy, can't you even say a simple greeting?"

The Osaka woman was firing on all cylinders, her mouth like a machine gun, one sentence after another, without any mercy in her words.

In other words, you can only have this kind of chat if the relationship is close enough, otherwise the conversation would have collapsed long ago.

A word of advice woke Quan Xuanhe up from his dream. He had to admit that he had forgotten it in a trance and had not remembered the 100-day anniversary at all.

"Stand at attention when you're being beaten. I admit that. I forgot about that out of carelessness. I admit my mistake."

Quan Xuanhe smacked his lips, and Liu Aili on the side silently reminded him that they were almost at their destination and asked him to end the topic quickly.

"I'm sorry?"

Minatozaki Sana continued to ask in a bad tone, this guy just admitted his mistake but didn't say sorry, what's the difference between that and saying it in vain.

"I'm sorry, I'll leave it to the person who should say it. As for Sana-chan, I'm very grateful for your reminder."

These words made Minatozaki Sana's eyes almost roll back to the back of her head, and she muttered to herself.

It seems that he was not fooled.

"cut."

"Let's stop talking. I'm going to send a message to Mei Yan right now. I'm almost there."

Quan Xuanhe looked at the road ahead and saw that more and more people were gathering, and the crowd was surging. It seemed that they were almost reaching their destination.

"Oh~ Big star of the universe, get ready to make a dazzling appearance and dazzle the reporters."

Minatozaki Sana hummed twice, then pinched her throat and spoke in a coquettish and pinched voice, which almost gave Quan Xuanhe goosebumps all over his body.

"Hang up, hang up. Bye."

Quan Xuanhe hung up the phone immediately. International long-distance calls are not cheap either.

"We are getting ready to leave immediately. Bodyguards will be there to greet you at the drop-off point. There will be many fans at the door. Please maintain a safe distance and try to avoid physical contact to avoid infection."

He was just about to send a message to Zhao Meiyan when Liu Aili started to instruct him on some details.

"clear."

"One last sip of water?"

Quan Xuanhe took the water bottle and just as he put his mouth to it, Liu Aili beside him reminded him, "Just take a small sip, don't drink too much."

She even acted more concerned than Quan Xuanhe himself. At the end of September 2021, the Paris Fashion Week, namely the 2022 Spring/Summer Women's Ready-to-Wear show, was held in the iconic Carrousel Hall of the Louvre in Paris, France.

This season's fashion week is hosted by the French Federation of Haute Couture and Fashion (FHCM) and will be held from September 28th to October 6th, covering physical catwalk shows, static exhibitions and online digital displays.

Affected by the COVID-19 pandemic, some brands chose to exhibit online, but most brands chose to return to physical catwalks, such as Dior, Chanel, and Louis Vuitton.

Inside the Louvre, there is a road from the huge square to the hall, and fences are set up on both sides of the road. Outside the fences are densely packed with fans and news media. Some central locations are occupied by reporters from major media outlets around the world, including some fan club members.

The scene was very noisy, with voices speaking in various languages, of course, mainly French.

Every time a celebrity artist leaves the stage, there is the sound of shutter clicks and shouts, including some screams.

"Prepare."

The nanny car slowly drove into the entrance, and more and more cameras and mobile phone lenses surrounded the nanny car, waiting for the people inside.

"Appear."

Liu Aili patted him and said, "It's your first fashion week, Xuanhe, come on."

After pressing the door open button, the fully armed Quan Xuanhe got out of the car amid the sudden flashes of lights and screams, and stepped on the floor of the square. The noisy shouts and screams hit his eardrums, and one fanatical face after another appeared in front of him.

The top stream has arrived.

"Who is this?"

"An undercover cop from Squidward Games!"

"Xuan He!!!"

“Oh my god Xuan He!!!”

“Look me!!!”

The screams that came one after another rushed into his ears, and one excited foreign face after another came into his eyes. At this moment, it was indeed a bit shocking.

So many people.

People are always nervous the first time, but Quan Xuanhe, who had seen large venues with tens of thousands of people, adjusted himself in a few breaths, immediately smiled confidently, raised his arm and waved.

Wearing an exquisite and luxurious suit, the watch on his hand and the brooch on his chest sparkled under the flash lights. With a neat and tidy hairstyle, he had an upright figure and strode forward. His every move was full of grace.

That energy, that confidence and tension that an artist should have.

It's all there.

Flashlights clicked non-stop, focusing on this young global trendsetter who suddenly rose from South Korea, accumulating material for the next news report.

Kwon Hyun Hyuk is not an artist known only by the Hallyu Wave. Now, after his popularity was enhanced by Squid Games, he is no longer just a Hallyu artist who is popular in his own circle, but an artist who is truly familiar to people on a global level and has broken through the Hallyu circle.

Squid Game has helped him tremendously from Korean Wave to non-Korean Wave, and between Koreans and non-Koreans. If it weren't for Squid Game, a considerable number of media shooting today would not know him at all, and would only shoot him regularly based on the notifications from the brands, instead of really chasing the hot spots.

“Oppa!!!”

The screams were overwhelming, something that had never happened before among the artists who had entered the stage, and it attracted the attention of the onlookers.

It really caught the attention of the whole audience.

"Who is that man? He's very handsome. Is he Korean?"

"NoNo, he's American, just Korean."

One of the white girls suddenly turned around and corrected the Middle Eastern girl who was wearing a scarf on her head and was obviously a Muslim.

"Wow."

Similar discussions continued one after another.

The fighting power of the Korean Wave is amazing. The screams alone even overwhelmed some of the more famous artists in front. It is really amazing.

The look he would be wearing today was polished a month in advance. Some stylists were so bold that their designs were simply dancing wildly in the realm of aesthetics. In the end, it was Quan Xuanhe who made the final decision. After all, he had a sixth sense that allowed him to perceive future fashion trends and grasp them in general.

As he entered, the crowds on both sides suddenly began to flow, causing an immediate commotion at the scene.

When Quan Xuanhe heard the noise, he looked back, raised his hand to suppress it, but the smile on his face became even more hearty.

Who doesn't want to have this feeling?
"Please come over here for the interview."

After he entered the venue, the staff led him to the exclusive media interview area for an interview.

After walking for a while, Quan Xuanhe felt at ease. He began to accept the routine interview with full confidence. Suddenly, he heard screams and shouts from the outside world that were no less than his own.

If you listen carefully to the fans' shouting, you can vaguely make out who is shouting.

“Jisoo!!!”

BlackPink is still very well-known around the world, especially in Europe, which is still a stronghold for BlackPink, with even more audiences than in America. Otherwise, they would not have had so many more shows in Europe than in the United States in their later tours, and their largest venues were also held in Europe.

Kim Ji-soo made a stunning appearance wearing high heels.

She wore long straight black hair, a white dress, and delicate pendant earrings on her ears.

This was also Kim Ji-soo's first time at the Paris Fashion Week. She was of course nervous, and even the smile on her face looked a little stiff. She waved to the fans outside the fences on both sides and walked into the venue with the support of the crowd.

Kwon Hyun Hyuk's rise has been rapid, but he has only been in the industry for a short time. Compared to BlackPink, whose popularity has skyrocketed since their debut, BlackPink has five years of foundation, and his current fame is still quite widespread, and his popularity is still rising rapidly.

The nervousness and unfamiliarity did not dissipate amid the fans' cheers and cheers, and remained even after Kim Ji-soo entered the venue. Even when facing a large number of celebrities, she still felt a little unfamiliar and nervous.

Kwon Hyun Hyuk had finished the interview, but he had not yet fully entered the venue. Instead, he stopped and waited for Kim Ji Soo.

After Kim Ji-soo came in, she broke away from the group of people around her and saw him standing there at a glance, looking at her with a smile on his face.

"Let's go in together."

Kim Ji-soo, who was watching a show offline for the first time, felt a little unfamiliar with all of this, and looked at the kindness that Kwon Hyun-hyuk showed her, as well as the overt or covert glances from the people around her.

She nodded slightly, a modest smile on her face.

"Let's go together."

Paris Fashion Week kicked off in full swing in the distance, while on the other side of the world, within the peninsula.

Zhao Meiyan squatted down and looked at the garbage bag. She felt that it didn't match Quan Xuanhe's style, nor did it look like the style of his home, so she looked at it curiously for a few more seconds.

"Where did you get the bag?"

She mumbled this, but didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, she opened her phone, opened Twitter, and searched for the latest news from Paris Fashion Week.

wrong.

He was filming a movie and then went to Europe. How come there was a gift bag like this in his house?

This style of gift bag doesn't look like something a man would give.

It can only be a woman...

(End of this chapter)