Transmigration to a Beautiful Man
The Red Carpet Part 2

However, every year there are always some people who try to cut the line. They didn't have the guts to cut in front of the big superstars, but they had no qualms about cutting the queue of little celebrities.

If an actor is not very famous, it is easy for them to be ignored by the public.

After all, that person could not turn around and return once they were on the red carpet. This kind of thing will always happen even if it is forbidden. It has become an understood fact.

Haris is scheduled a little towards the end as he has little popularity.

Towards Haris turn, Keke was a little nervous. He tidied up Haris once again.

“Kak Haris, did you see the people in front of us? It's about the speed you have to go. Do not look at the people behind you. They're just here to promote themselves. Don't walk too fast or too slow."

"If you walk too fast, the photographers may not be able to take your photos. If you are too slow, you will be made fun of. It's all broadcast live.”

Keke knelt down and helped Haris adjust his pants legs. Then, he immediately stood up. The star in front of them had already reached the end of the red carpet.

“Good. Now it's your turn to go forward.” 

Keke pushed Haris forward.

But, before Haris could be in the spotlight, another actress quickly stepped onto the red carpet.

The actress, she slowly and gracefully walked onto the red carpet.

Keke stomped his foot because he was upset that another artist had cut Haris' queue.

“That's Ayumi! He has been a thief of the red carpet for years. He's used to doing whatever he wants. Artist with bad manners and no manners!”

Haris looked down and comforted her.

“No problem. It's not like I won't get a turn.”

Keke breathed helplessly. "The red carpet was only ten meters long. Ayumi had already spent five minutes which was quite a long time!"

Security guards saw Ayumi lingering on the red carpet. Finally, Ayumi reluctantly ends her small streets when a security guard comes and urges her to continue walking. 

Keke gave Haris his final input. “Remember, don't be too fast and don't be too slow. Pause in the middle to be photographed.”

"Emm," Haris nodded. Then, he stepped onto the red carpet.

The crowd of photographers had become a frenzy of sounds, but now, they were gradually starting to calm down.

All that remained was the sound of the camera shutter and the relentless camera flash. 

Haris clings to Keke's teachings. He's not fast, and he's not slow. When he got to the middle, he stopped. He is practically an example of a manual textbook on how to walk on the red carpet.

When he got to the middle of the carpet, he stopped and stood there.

Camera flashes almost blinding –click.

There was a person behind him shouting in English. 

“Sweetly beautiful! Turn around! Look over here! Look here!”

Keke had previously instructed Haris in everything for this event. He even had her practice how to pose a few times in front of a mirror.

He placed his hand in his pocket, gently raised his chin, and bent one leg. He looked very lonely and rebellious.

Although she gives different poses each time, the general idea is very similar for all of them.

Haris faces the photographers on one side. She's posing. He then heard a scream and looked.

"Ah, handsome!"

–Click click click! Camera shots.

"Don't leave, stay here!"

–click click click! Camera shots.

"Replace pose!"

"Don't just face to the right! turn around! Look at us on the left!"

"Try smiling, Beautiful!"

The photographers competed to take pictures of Haris and managed to capture it. There were many photographers who raised their cameras to his face. They were all scrambling to get a good hit. Countless flashes of light flickered in front of him.

–Click click click! Camera shots.

As a result, the photographer started making a fuss again. Someone seemed to be saying something out of frustration.

"Don't go!"

"Handsome, back!"

"Wait, I love you, please come back!"

More people started calling him.

But Haris didn't stop there. He just keeps moving forward. He walked in an orderly manner, and he understood his time perfectly. It was the perfect red carpet textbook street.

Once he reached the other end, he would enter the place. However, he was eventually stopped by security personnel.

"Wait up!"

"What's wrong?"

The officer is from a foreign country, so Haris uses English. Haris is fluent in English. He has no trouble communicating with them.

(Pake Indo is just the conversation, not all readers can speak English.)

“Is something wrong?” ask Haris.

A uniformed staff spoke very politely.

“Sorry. Please wait a moment, sir. We have a little situation.”

Haris, "??"

Not too far away, there were several staff members with blue badges on their chests discussing something in low voices.

“Some media personnel came to protest. The reporters made a fuss. They want to photograph you more.”

“But it is against the rules to linger on the red carpet.”

“We have enough time. It doesn't matter if they want to take a few more photos. We'll just give it to them."

A man with blue eyes and golden hair shrugged his shoulders.

“We have the authority to make this kind of decision. Just chill. As long as everyone is happy, then it's fine. Besides, you're really pretty, aren't you? You are very valuable.”

After saying this, he flicked his finger and nodded towards the security guard.

So, the security guard bowed towards Haris.

“Sorry for this problem. Sir, please come with me.”

Security guards took her to the red carpet and signaled that she should withdraw.

Haris followed behind him in confusion.

As soon as he finally walked back to the red carpet, the photographer started cheering.

"Suit suit! The beauty is back!"

"Beautiful, don't leave before we're satisfied with taking photos!"

A flash of camera flowed towards him once more.

–Click click click! Camera shots.

Haris stood there for a moment. He hesitantly looked back at the security guards.

The security guard held his hand behind his back and pretended not to see the gaze thrown at him.

The red carpet is too noisy. It's hard to talk there.

Haris had no choice but to look into the camera. He's a little surprised. When faced with all this attention, Haris who was used to being watched by others, still felt a little helpless. He had little idea what to do with his hands and feet.

'I think I'm too handsome!' haris thought to himself.