Top Chinese celebrity: Debuted from Running Man

Chapter 190 The Road to the Red Carpet
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"Boss, we're here."

As soon as the car door was opened, a wave of air mixed with the cold air from the air conditioner and excessive enthusiasm rushed towards me.

Before Gu Qing could even fully lean out, a group of people wearing work badges suddenly surrounded her.

"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Gu. This way, please!"

"Teacher Gu, watch your step!"

"Does Teacher Gu need some water? We have both iced and lukewarm water!"

"Hey beautiful, can I have your bag?"

Seven or eight smiling faces crowded in front of me, chattering and their actions were exaggeratedly attentive.

Some people rushed to block the top of the car door frame with their bodies, while others bent over and stretched out their arms to support the air, as if Gu Qing were some fragile glass lamp.

A young stagehand quickly reached for a small bag from his assistant, nearly bumping into another colleague who was also reaching out.

Gu Qing was slightly taken aback by the scene and stopped in her tracks.

Zhao Ya was also startled.

Before she came, Li Li had given her some instructions.

If Gu Qing gets angry or upset because of being treated differently, you must stop him.

But this 'differential treatment' seems to be different from what Sister Li said.

Zhao Ya thought to herself.

Gu Qing subconsciously glanced around at the overly enthusiastic staff, a clear look of confusion flashing across his eyes.

He was popular in mainland China, but this kind of almost fawning, somewhat apprehensive, attentiveness was something he had never encountered before.

There is absolutely no such thing as... this kind of timid and obsequious flattery.

"Uh... thank you, no need to help me, I can walk by myself."

Gu Qing subtly withdrew her arm, which was being supported by both of them, and said in as calm a tone as possible, "We don't need the water for now, thank you."

He tried to push through the crowd, but they seemed to form a moving human wall, surrounding him.
They chatted warmly, asking about his well-being and leading him the way attentively, even repeatedly reminding him to pay attention to a small, inconspicuous bump in the passageway.

Gu Qing wondered to himself, "When did he become so influential in Taiwan?"

This treatment is even more extravagant than that of some superstars, isn't it?
Although he felt a little confused, he was too lazy to investigate further. He simply assumed that the organizers had specifically instructed him to treat them well, so he stopped thinking about it and walked into the venue surrounded by the crowd.

On the way to the rehearsal hall, the foreman in charge of coordination was none other than the middle-aged, overweight man.
He rubbed his hands together and asked cautiously, "Mr. Gu, which song do you need to sing in rehearsal later? We'd like to inform the band teacher in advance to prepare the sheet music."

Gu Qing was looking around at the somewhat outdated interior of the venue when he heard this and casually said, "Oh, 'Puppet Show'."

"Puppet Show?! I've heard it, isn't it one of your signature works, Professor Gu? Choosing this song will definitely amaze the audience!"

The chubby stagehand immediately nodded and bowed as he wrote it down, offering just the right amount of flattery.

The group finally arrived at the rehearsal hall. The space was not small, but the equipment looked rather old.

In the corner, several band members who looked like regular Golden Horse Awards musicians were tuning their instruments: an electric piano, a drum set, two electric guitars, and a bassist yawning.

The condition of the instruments and the musicians' somewhat casual demeanor both conveyed a sense of "good enough is good enough" or "just getting by."

Obviously, unless it's a big star with their own band, the quality of the live accompaniment provided by the Golden Horse Awards is quite uneven, barely enough to keep the rhythm and play a basic melody.

Gu Qing glanced at it and realized that he would probably have to spend money to support a band in the future.

He walked straight to the standing microphone in the center of the stage and said to the staff at the control panel, "No need to trouble the band members, just play the backing track of 'Puppet Show'. I'll sing along once to familiarize myself with the equipment and my positioning."

Upon hearing this, a young man wearing headphones behind the control panel looked up in surprise and asked, "Teacher Gu, do you mean... just play the original instrumental track?"
"So...do you need backing track? Or, what percentage of backing track would be suitable for you?"

He had clearly dealt with too many artist rehearsals that required extensive post-production audio editing and backing tracks, so he instinctively offered "technical support."

Even among superstars, there are countless examples of car accidents occurring on the Golden Horse Awards stage.

Gu Qing had already stood in front of the microphone, testing its height. Upon hearing the words "backing sound," he paused.
He turned his head to look at the control panel and shook his head slightly. "No need."

"Why would I, a singer, need these things?"

These words, neither too light nor too heavy, were like a pebble thrown into calm water, creating ripples in the rehearsal hall.

The originally listless band members all secretly sized up Gu Qing with surprised looks.

Good guy,
If a veteran singer said this, they would believe it.

But where does Gu Qing, a pretty young man, get the confidence to sing without backing tracks during a live stream?

Aren't you afraid of making a mistake?

The young man at the control room was also stunned, but seeing that Gu Qing's expression didn't seem fake, he quickly nodded in agreement.

"Okay."

Gu Qing adjusted the microphone.

The gentle, melodious sound of the guzheng's tremolo playing in the prelude echoed through the somewhat empty rehearsal hall.

Gu Qing closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his entire demeanor had calmed down, and he was completely absorbed in the melody. He spoke, his clear and penetrating voice precisely capturing the first note:
"Laughing at those who rely on their beauty to show off..." There was no backing vocals, no auto-tuning, just pure human voice flowing through the air.

Those gazes that were initially either mocking, curious, or somewhat scrutinizing gradually transformed into focused listening after the first paragraph, and then into undisguised amazement.

"Damn, that sounds amazing!"

"No wonder he dared to sing live."

After the song ended, Gu Qing frowned slightly, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied.

"Teacher Gu, do you think there's anything wrong with this?"

The middle-aged fat man's heart was in his throat, fearing he would be scolded at any moment.

"It's alright, let's practice a couple more times. Thank you all for your hard work."

Gu Qing offered no further explanation.

He felt that the microphone in his hand was of mediocre quality, far inferior to the one he used when attending music ceremonies.

"I'll go back and buy a microphone. Whether it's high quality or my status, I need to use a dedicated one."

Gu Qing added another item to her schedule in her mind.

After the rehearsal,

He took a car back to the hotel to rest.
The following afternoon,
As the hotel was nearing its departure point, Zhang Zheng and his group set off by car.

Gu Qing and Liu Shishi, two of the most popular celebrities, naturally had to travel together in the same car.

"Little brother, can you please stop eating?!"

To maintain her figure, Liu Shishi didn't even eat lunch, and she was so hungry that her chest was practically touching her back.

When she saw Gu Qing wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and leisurely drinking milk tea, her eyes practically lit up with envy.

Sugar! Carb bomb!

Who could possibly resist?!

"Sorry, boss, today is my indulgence meal, so please bear with it."

Gu Qing crunched the pearls in her mouth.

have to say,

Taiwanese bubble tea is truly something special; it's no wonder it's from its place of origin—it's delicious!
"Boss, the clothes are washed."

"The service at this hotel is really bad. It takes so long to dry clean clothes. I must choose a different hotel next time."

Zhao Ya and Sister Xu rushed over with the clothes in their arms and began helping Gu Qing get dressed on the spot.

"Little brother, I really thought you were going to wear a short-sleeved shirt on the red carpet."

Liu Shishi was still joking.

But with Sister Xu and Zhao Ya's quick movements, the crimson dragon robe was finally put on Gu Qing properly.

Her voice gradually weakened, and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes widened slightly, fixed intently on the screen.

With a black background and red dragons, the deep and fiery colors intertwine, making Gu Qing's already outstanding appearance and figure look like a young master who stepped out of a black and white photograph.

In particular, the Zhongshan suit can give a person a gentle, refined, mature, and steady temperament.

The blend of Gu Qing's youthful vigor and sharpness creates a powerful and impactful aura.

The only "flaw" was probably the milk tea cup with a cute logo and a straw in his other hand.

"..."

Liu Shishi felt her cheeks getting a little warm, and the resentment from being hungry just now vanished instantly after seeing this visual impact.

Okay, who says handsome guys can't be visually appealing?

Gu Qing handed the milk tea cup to his assistant, straightened his cuffs, and moved naturally and smoothly.

He looked up at Liu Shishi, his tone as friendly and smiling as ever.

"Boss, let's go."

He naturally extended his arm, gesturing to Liu Shishi.

"'Clothes...' Hmm, the clothes are nice."

Liu Shishi blinked quickly, suppressing the strange feeling in her heart.

finished,

She reached out her slender hand and gently took Gu Qing's forearm, and the two boarded the private car.

The journey on the red carpet begins now.

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(End of this chapter)