Peninsula: You've been chosen here for producing girl groups.

Chapter 98 The studio turns into a solo concert venue

"Why isn't Oppa showing up yet?"

"It should be soon."

"These stages are so boring. The idols' makeup and styling are uglier than the last. Their cosplayers should all be locked up so they won't come out and harm people anymore."

"Yes, after watching our oppa's stage performance, I realized that makeup and styling can be so outstanding."

"Whether someone loves or doesn't love their fans is very obvious."

"Their fans took time out of their schedules to come and support them, only to find their idol sporting an incredibly ugly makeup look that was so perfunctory. They must be very disappointed."

How could fans not know that their idols' makeup and styling are all decided by their management companies? It's not the idols' fault.

of course not.

That is precisely why Han Shuo stands out so much.

Other idols are like puppets, their words and actions are controlled by their management companies, and they can't even decide their own makeup and hair color.

Han Shuo doesn't have this problem.

The company belongs to someone else, okay?

From company decisions to album production and event styling, everything is meticulously designed to serve him alone, so there's no chance of him being held back.

Even the backup dancers were carefully selected; any one of them could be the visual centerpiece of any other girl group.

He is also a singer-songwriter who can handle the production of his own albums. All nine songs on his debut album were hits.

His music is top-notch, his sales figures are astonishing, his stage performances are exquisite, and his singing and dancing are outstanding. Since his debut, he has never disappointed his fans.

They felt very comfortable being fans of Han Shuo, and pursuing him was very easy.

Tell me, who could resist being a fan of such an easy-going idol?

Perhaps many fans will switch allegiances during this music show event.

"Oppa's here~"

Bang bang bang.

Without any prior rehearsal, countless green balloons bumped into each other.

Look around.

The entire studio was devoid of any other color, as if it had been transformed into a green ocean.

Where did they get this?

Is this still a live performance on a music show stage?

Where have all the fans of other idols gone?

Han Shuo and Cecil slowly walked onto the stage.

Everything is ready.

He was wearing comfortable jeans and a color-blocked jacket over them.

These are all common items in daily life, but when Han Shuo wears them, he exudes the feeling of a sunny and cheerful young man, with a youthful vibe that is very appealing.

What?

He's only nineteen, so it's alright.

offstage.

Kim Ah-young stared intently at Han Shuo.

He seems to be glowing.

At that moment, she was projecting herself onto the character.

If she were to step onto the stage in a stunning outfit, surrounded by fans supporting her, she would surely be very happy.

To be an idol, you have to be an idol!

What lousy art! They can't even draw a single thing.

"Hurry up and answer the phone, it'll only take a minute~"

Han Shuo rapped fluently as he moved around the stage.

They interacted closely with the fans in the audience.

Against a somber and melancholic backdrop, the string section begins to emerge.

The rhythm picks up.

His emotions and breath exploded: "Please, save me from hell!"

In his clear, bright, youthful voice, the slightly husky tone was full of emotion, gradually drawing the fans into the story.

Sway your body gently to the rhythm, and swing the balloon.

Cecil's ethereal voice followed immediately:

"I found the way to let you leave~I never really had it coming

~"

The incredibly penetrating tone sent a shiver down everyone's spine.

The bright, youthful voice and the ethereal, feminine voice alternated in the studio, then overlapped in the last measure to create a perfect duet.

perfect.

Music Core does not have a single-person system; the broadcast ends when the last stage performance is over.

The live stream has ended.

However, the atmosphere in the studio reached a fever pitch. Without the constraints of a live broadcast, the entire audience almost simultaneously shouted, "Encore! Encore!"

Han Shuo and Cecil exchanged a glance.

Asking for another round is the highest form of praise from the audience.

They naturally wouldn't refuse.

He gave the on-site PD a wink.

The music started again.

Without the concerns of the show being broadcast live, Han Shuo also provided a set of locking choreography for the short video era, an impromptu hot dance.

This was the first time he had danced to "Pain Like Death".

Neither the choreographer nor the models Kang Han-na and Shin Yoon-joo had ever met them.

The clean and crisp movements, the nimble limbs touching the air, and the powerful rhythm were dazzling and completely ignited the atmosphere.

offstage.

Park So-yeon asked new choreographer and model Park Hyo-min, "Have you seen this dance before?"

"no."

Park Hyo-min knew what Park So-yeon meant.

They were confirming whether Han Shuo was improvising.

But she couldn't believe that Han Shuo could choreograph a dance on the spot.

Is this even human?

"It must have been made up on the spot."

Lee Juri's eyes were glazed over.

I watched intently the entire time, afraid of missing a single second.

"If he had designed this choreography a long time ago, he wouldn't have waited until now to bring it out. At the very least, he should have practiced it a few times in the practice room."

What she said makes a lot of sense.

At least the two actresses from Star Entertainment and all the female trainees beside them took it to heart.

Choreographing a dance on the spot on the show—what's the difference between that and a male protagonist in a martial arts novel who can casually design a set of martial arts techniques?

Another song has ended.

Thank you everyone.

Han Shuo and Cecil bowed to take their bows.

This concludes the music show performance.

But his work for the day was far from over. He and Cecil went to the area designated by the TV station to meet with the fans who were there today.

Thank you to all the fans for coming and supporting us.

One of the familiar large faces caught his attention.

"Kim Ah-young from Ulsan Arts High School?"

"It's me!"

How lucky must you be to have your name remembered by your idol and even recognized on the spot?

The surrounding fans were incredibly envious.

Kim Ah-young was very happy, smiling like a little hamster.

She even flipped her hair arrogantly.

"What is this? Is it for me?"

Kim Ah-young nodded vigorously and handed over the gift box: "I've prepared a specialty of Ulsan for you: whale bread."

The last time Han Seok gave her a Korean beef worth 100,000 won and a fruit platter, she has kept it in her heart ever since.

She is also a person who always reciprocates politeness.

Ulsan's specialty is actually whale meat.

However, bringing raw meat directly would be too shocking and inappropriate. If there's a chance, we could invite Han Shuo to our home and treat him to some.

"Yeah?"

Generally speaking, for various reasons, idols will not accept food and drinks offered by fans.

Or perhaps they accept it, but they will absolutely not eat it.

However, Han Shuo knew Kim Ah-young well and knew that the girl in front of him would not hurt him.

He opened the gift box on the spot.

Inside was a box full of whale-shaped bread.

He took out a piece, brought it to his lips, then suddenly stopped, looking at Kim Ah-young with a playful expression: "Oh, you must really be my fan, right?"

"Oh, you think I would poison you?"

Han Shuo glanced at her and handed her the bread in his hand: "Here, half for each of us."

"Ah~"

Kim Ah-young pouted, clearly indicating that he didn't believe her.

She's quite the little drama queen; she holds half a loaf of bread to her mouth but doesn't eat it, and then makes a fake gesture, deliberately shaking Han Shuo.

Han Shuo followed suit.

The two seemed to be playing a game of subtle communication, constantly trying to outmaneuver each other.

People who don't know the truth might actually think that these breads are poisonous.

After doing this three or four times, Han Shuo took a bite and ate it, ending the interactive game.

"Aren't you afraid I'll poison you?"

"I know our Ya Rong isn't that kind of kid."

There was so much bread in the gift box that even if it were shared among all the trainees, they might not be able to finish it all.

Han Seok asked Kim Ah-young for her opinion: "Can I use these breads as I please?"

Kim Ah-young