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Chapter 490 The only fan in my life is him!

He asked, "Why, you like guitar too?"

But the girl said generously: "The male god I like is the most powerful guitarist!"

"Who is the best guitarist?"

"Han Xingye!"

He felt incredible when he heard his name from which girl's mouth, he was shocked!
And when he was stunned, he saw the girl's eyes showing true admiration and love.

"I like Han Xingye, he is the best guitarist!"

She spoke every word and every sentence clearly.

The girl also said: "Your eyes are very similar to my male god, and your voice is also very similar."

Han Xingye never thought that he would be confessed by fans on a flyover that was not sheltered from the wind and rain.

And that fan doesn't know who he is.

He was wearing a black mask at the time, and his hairstyle changed to look like a "normal student" after school.

Only the pair of eyes exposed outside are deeply attractive.

Han Xingye tugged at the strap of his mask and asked her, "Want to see my face?"

But she shook her head and refused, "No, just like this, I can still imagine that I have a close contact with the male god, and I will be very happy!"

"You said I have the same eyes and the same voice, why don't you think that I might be the person you said?"

Han Xingye was really curious and wanted to know the reason.

But who would have thought that the girl laughed "hahaha" on the spot, because of her baby voice, her laughter was also very soft, not exaggerated at all.

She denied Han Xingye's words, "Of course you can't be my male god Han Xingye, my male god is very powerful, he is very, very confident, he is the most shining guitarist!"

The implication is that the most shining guitarist can't stand alone under the flyover holding a broken guitar.

Han Xingye's eyes flickered, and he suddenly revealed his scar.

"I remember that the person you mentioned has been spread a lot of bad rumors, right? He has bad character, plays rubbish, and the so-called musical genius is an illusion deliberately created."

"Don't talk nonsense!" the girl declared solemnly, "Han Xingye is not what others say!"

Han Xingye sneered, "He has been scolded by others, he is no longer a star, and has no fans, why do you like him?"

"He has!" The girl pointed to herself and said plausibly, "He has fans! I am!"

The atmosphere solidified.

Han Xingye saw determination from her face.

His heartbeat seemed to drop half a beat.

He didn't believe it, and hurriedly denied it, "You are so young, probably because you listened to a few songs and saw his face so you liked it? Now he has quit the music circle and given up his music dream. After a while, everyone will forget him , and you will fall in love with someone else in the near future."

"No! I've only been a fan of him in my life!"

Those words without hesitation hit his defense directly.

That day, in the snow, we both held an umbrella and protected a guitar with broken strings.

That night, when he returned home, he frantically found out the awards he had won since he was a child, and watched his performance videos in a loop.

He was looking at it seriously, trying to find the proud look he once had.

Finally he found his father's broken guitar.

He remembered that he asked the girl why she likes Han Xingye?

The girl plausibly replied: "I like his voice, his music, his handsome face full of confidence, I like... when he stands on the stage and plays the guitar, it seems that the whole world is shining!"

(End of this chapter)