Peninsula: I can steal the luck of disgraced celebrities

This kind of thing is not uncommon in the South Korean entertainment industry.

Organized and premeditated acts of anti-fans disrupting artists' events are a common and disgusting tactic.

But seeing it with your own eyes and seeing it in the news are completely different experiences.

Security personnel pushed the group of people out, and one of the women suddenly pulled something out of her bag and threw it towards the film crew.

It is a plastic bottle.

The bottle didn't hit IU; it bounced twice on the ground and rolled to Lin Zhixun's feet.

Lin Zhixun glanced down.

The bottle contains ink.

The bottle cap wasn't screwed on tightly, and ink spilled all over the floor, splashing onto his trouser leg.

"..."

Lin Zhixun bent down and picked up the bottle.

He looked at the ink stains on his pants, then at the group of black-clad individuals being stopped by security personnel.

Suzy walked over to him and lowered her voice, "Are you alright?"

"Something's wrong with my pants."

I'm talking about you.

"It's as if ink has dripped into my heart, though I don't know it."

The director had already run over, calling for more security guards while arranging for staff to disperse the onlookers.

Filming has been suspended.

Lin Zhixun and Suzy walked towards IU.

Eunjung had already led IU to a van.

IU was standing by the car door, her mask pulled down to her chin, and she didn't look too good.

"Are you alright?" Lin Zhixun walked over.

IU shook her head. "It didn't hit me."

"I know you weren't hit, but I'm asking if you're alright."

IU paused for two seconds, then forced a smile. "It's okay. When I first entered this industry, my manager, Bae Chung-han, told me that this kind of thing is very common."

"You'll get used to it."

These four words made Lin Chih-hsun feel uncomfortable.

Upon hearing this, Eun-jung's expression turned sour. She moved closer to IU's seat, hugged her, and remained silent.

As the former leader of T-ara, when her teammates encountered difficulties or were in a bad mood, she would not say much, but would comfort them with her actions like this.

Lin Chih-hsun wanted to say something, but at that moment a staff member ran over and said that the director wanted to discuss the afternoon's shooting arrangements with him.

He glanced at IU and said, "Sit in the car for a while."

IU nodded, opened the car door, and got in.

Eun-jung followed her upstairs.

Lin Chih-hsun turned and walked towards the director. After taking two steps, he heard an unfamiliar voice behind him.

"Um... this seems to have fallen out of the pocket of the man who was holding the banner earlier. Perhaps it could be helpful to you?"

Lin Zhixun turned around.

A girl stood in front of him, holding a driver's license in her hand.

The girl looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a ponytail, delicate features, and a slightly nervous expression.

"I just saw something fall out of that person's pocket, so I... picked it up." The girl held up her driver's license, "thinking it might be helpful to you guys."

Lin Zhixun looked at her and gave her a polite smile.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Yisheng."

When the girl heard Lin Zhixun speak to her, her nervousness subsided a little, replaced by an irrepressible excitement. "I'm a fan of IU, and also... a fan of yours."

My fans, do you think I'm some kind of creature?

Despite his doubts, Lin Chih-hsun accepted the driver's license.

I opened it and looked through it; it belonged to a young man in his early twenties.

Lin Chih-hsun closed his driver's license and handed it to a staff member next to him, asking him to give it to the production team. The girl sincerely said:

"Thanks."

"You're welcome!" Yisheng waved his hands repeatedly. "I was really angry just now, even though Zhi'en is such a good person."

As she spoke, her emotions rose, and her eyes reddened.

Lin Zhixun asked, "Did you come alone?"

"Yeah, I live nearby. I heard they were filming in Hongdae today, so I came to watch." Yeseung rubbed his hands together. "In 'Dream High,' you and IU's acting and singing were amazing. I want to become an idol like you!"

"Oh?" Lin Zhixun thought the kid was a bit naive. "You saw it yourself. If you're an idol, you'll encounter these kinds of extreme haters."

"I'm not afraid!" Yisheng's speech quickened. "I'm not afraid of hardship, nor am I afraid of them attacking me."

Lin Chih-hsun did not refute it; life would give her a good beating.

Can you sing and dance?

"Singing is alright, dancing..." Yisheng's expression flickered slightly, "...is still practicing."

"What level are you at in practice?"

"It's... the level you get from learning by watching videos."

Lin Zhixun suppressed a laugh, "Then you definitely need to practice more."

"I know! That's why I'm saving up to take dance classes." Yisheng clenched his fist. "I'm serious, not just saying it casually."

At this moment, the staff ran over to urge Lin Zhixun, saying that the director was waiting.

Lin Chih-hsun nodded to Yi-sheng, "Okay, good luck."

He turned to leave, but Yisheng called out again.

"Wait a moment."

"Um?"

Yisheng hesitated for a moment, then said, "Could you give me an autograph? Just write 'Yisheng, fighting! You're the best!'"

Lin Chih-hsun was taken aback, not expecting her to actually be a fan of his, and not just being polite.

That person was his first fan.

To those fans from before, I, Lin Chih-hsun, am cutting ties.

"sure."

He reached into his pocket to try and find a pen, but he had never had a fan ask him for an autograph, and he wasn't a doctor or anything like that who required him to carry a pen with him, so naturally he didn't have one in his pocket.

"I have some here."

Yisheng took a pen out of his pocket.

Lin Zhixun took the pen; it still carried the warmth of Yisheng's body.

"Where should I sign?"

"Let's get this down jacket and carry it!"

Yi-sheng turned around, his back to Lin Chih-hsun.

Lin Chih-hsun first smoothed his clothes with his hands, then wrote his signature in a flamboyant style.

"Alright, here you go. I've never practiced calligraphy, so don't blame me if it doesn't look good."

"No way!" Yi Sheng couldn't even see the words, he just touched his back and grinned foolishly, "I believe you will become famous all over the country in the future."

Lin Zhixun chuckled and said, "Then you can sell it later. This is my first autograph."

Yisheng retorted angrily, "I won't sell it!"

Lin Chih-hsun chatted with his first little fan after the concert.

When he walked over to the director, the director was on the phone with the producer and looked unhappy.

"Um...yes, some anti-fans are causing trouble...no, no, no, the actors aren't injured...yes, filming has been interrupted..."

After hanging up the phone, the director looked at Lin Chih-hsun.

"Ji-hoon, the afternoon's filming might have to be postponed. We'll have to wait for the extra security to arrive."

"How's IU doing?"

"Eun-jung is with her, so it should be alright." The director sighed. "These things... sigh."

Lin Zhixun remained silent for a while.

"Director, can we sue the person whose name is on the driver's license?"

Director Li Yingfu sighed.

"Korean law on this kind of thing...you know, and IU said she didn't want to pursue it."

"You don't want to pursue this?" Lin Zhixun was taken aback. "Why?"

She said that this kind of thing only gives haters more attention.

Lin Chih-hsun gave a dry laugh.

It seems that's really the case, just like when Cai Moukun sent lawyer's letters to Bilibili and its content creators.

It's just providing material for haters to create memes.