Everyone said Yu He was funny and frank, with a natural flair for variety shows. Every major show wanted him as a regular, and he was popular in fashion circles too.
But his skills were lacking, and the impression that he could neither sing nor dance had long since taken root.
That was a fact.
Yu He had long since accepted reality, too. He really had no talent for being an idol.
But a few years ago, when he was still young and inexperienced, he hadn't known any of that. He had naively believed his lack of skill was only because he hadn't trained long enough. Full of enthusiasm, he had signed up for an idol survival show and passed the auditions on the strength of his looks.
A staff member he later grew close to had secretly told Yu He that was why he had passed. They had also tactfully hinted that the Production Team had wanted to use his good looks to attract viewers for the first two episodes, then use his terrible skills to generate buzz.
But he had been so stupid back then. He had thought he had made it onto the show because the Production Team saw potential in him.
Only when filming officially began, and he faced the mentors' cutting criticism, the other trainees' hidden disdain, the doubts and abuse flooding the internet, and the mocking remix videos of his performances circulating on every major social platform, had he realized he really wasn't cut out for this.
Yu He and Zion sat down on a bench in the square.
By this hour, the tourists were long gone, and the fountain in the middle of the square had stopped running.
In the silence, the place felt even more desolate.
Yu He gazed into the distance.