Fast Transmigration Big Brother Sugar Sprinkle 99 Style

Chapter 72 Dreaming (6)

The young man once again met the girl's interested eyes.

Yun Shu propped his chin and said lazily, "Little fan, what's your name?"

The cold white slender fingers lightly overlapped on the table, the young man's slender eyelashes blinked, and his lips that looked like plum blossoms slightly opened and closed, saying: "Have a dream."

Yun Shu stared at him, although there was no emotion on his face and he looked extremely cold, but he was unexpectedly well-behaved.

The white fingertips tapped the tabletop, and praised: "Come into your arms, a good name, but I don't know who can..."

The meaning of the unspoken words is clear at the first sight.

As a stranger who met for the second time, Yun Shu's series of behaviors seemed a bit frivolous and presumptuous on others.

But what she did was extremely normal.

No offense.

After all, although the girl's eyes were scorching hot, they were also extremely calm and indifferent, with only the purest appreciation, without the slightest hint of blasphemy.

Huaimeng stared at her earnestly with smoky gray eyes like a dream, and slightly curved the corners of her lips and said, "Thank you."

Yun Shu couldn't help curling his lips again.

Then he stood up and said, "I should go, little fan, see you next time."

The girl in black waved lazily and was about to leave.

"please wait!"

But he was stopped by a cold voice.

Yun Shu turned his head, and a few streaks of silver hair were clearly imprinted in the young man's eyes, making his eyes twinkle, as if stinging.

The young man stood up and walked over. After the two stood close, Yun Shu realized how tall the young man was.

The original body was 1.7 meters tall, and the body created by the Samsara Division was naturally 1.7 meters three, but in front of the young man, it just reached his jaw.

Her little fan should be 1.9 meters.

The little fan stood in front of her and looked down at her, quite similar to the scene at the concert an hour ago.

It's just that one was on stage, one was off stage, one was looking down, and the other was looking up.

But now that the two are standing on the same level, the angle of view has also changed.

The slender and thick eyelashes, as if about to spread the wings of a butterfly, sway slightly, and the smoky gray eyes are like a bay of lake water under the quiet night, like waves of a clear dream.

The young man lowered his eyes, and whispered to the girl in front of him obediently and strangely: "Excuse me, may I have an autograph?"

He seemed to have never done such a relatively impolite thing to him, and his whole demeanor and demeanor showed a little rusty and youthful.

The eyes that were flooded with lake water turned his head slightly as if he didn't dare to look at the girl's eyes after he finished speaking.

After realizing that it was even more impolite, he held back his embarrassment, turned around obediently, and continued to watch Yun Shu seriously, waiting for her answer.

Yun Shu was taken aback, then smiled slightly, "Of course it's no problem, it's my duty as an idol to fulfill my 'little fans' wishes."

The slightly aggravated voice is especially meaningful in the evening light.

I don't know what wish is to be fulfilled, or whether I am willing to fulfill all wishes?

Yun Shu took out the pen, as an idol, it is a habit to carry the pen all the time.

Yun Shu looked at the young man and asked with a smile, "Where do you want me to sign?"

The young man froze for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

Seeing his silence, Yun Shu almost said something to tease the obedient beauty, but finally she put away her too racing thoughts.

He raised his eyebrows and suggested, "Is there any paper?"

The young man nodded, took out a very small booklet from his pocket, opened it and handed it to Yun Shu.

Yun Shu looked at the simple and elegant brochure, but didn't take it, but held the young man's hand with his hand.

The white and delicate fingers covered the cold white snow-like fingertips. With a slight touch, there seemed to be traces of itchiness passing from the fingertips to the tip of the heart.

The youth's pink and white fingertips couldn't help but move.

The two wanton and wild characters of "Yun Shu" are clearly written on the paper, and the wanton style doesn't look like it was written by a girl.

After finishing writing, Yun Shu loosened the young man's fingers.

Instantly losing the delicate and soft touch, the young man withdrew his hand and rubbed his fingertips subconsciously a few times.

Yun Shu looked at the man with downcast eyes who seemed to be lost in his own thoughts again, and snapped his fingers neatly to bring the young man back to his senses, then waved his hands and said, "Goodbye, my little fan."

Seeing that the girl's figure had disappeared in front of her eyes,
A low "goodbye" came from the mouth of the silent young man.

Yun Shu took a taxi and went straight to the airport, but the excellent camouflage did not let people see it.

As soon as I walked to the airport, I saw several girls staring at the big screen at the airport, and on it was Yun Shu's advertising video.

The original body is indeed very red, red to the point of jealousy.

Especially after Yun Shu's concert, after showing her strength and proving that she is not a vase, her popularity became even more terrifying for a while.

All kinds of software platforms are full of her news.

At the same time, the Pink War started again.

It should be said that the quarrels among fans in the entertainment industry have never stopped.

On Weibo, the saplings who are as happy as Chinese New Year today are immersed in excitement and discussing with great interest.

[Anonymous: Hey, I haven't discovered before that Yun Shu's vase is not just a vase! 】

This is obviously a passer-by's comment.

Nowadays, microblogs are becoming more and more celebrity fans. Real passers-by will avoid celebrity fans if they can.

So unless you can't help but speak, you generally don't speak.

The fans also commented kindly in the face of such friendly comments:
[Yiyi Little Moon: My Shubao still has too many surprises that we don’t know about, I’m so excited, thank you for liking it. 】

[Naixia: Yes, yes, our saplings didn't expect it, please support Shubao a lot in the future. 】

[Lemon: What a surprise!I tacitly agreed that I have always been a good-looking fan since then, but I never thought that I would see my Shubao show off its strength one day! 】

The passers-by left, but the black fans arrived late.

It only took a while, and some black fans seized the opportunity to get angry there.

[Yunshu must be confused: Isn't it just singing a few songs?Is it necessary to boast to the sky?Those who didn't know thought she had made some great contributions. Fans boasted every day that she could earn so much money with just a flower vase. An actor was wronging the country! 】

As soon as these words came out, can the saplings bear it?
There is always this kind of mental retardation that associates a profession with some moral high ground. There are always people who like to criticize others from the moral high ground, and don't look at what they are like?

I don't know if I am qualified.

It's ridiculous.

Even if he knew that this person was fishing on purpose, he couldn't help but spray directly.

(End of this chapter)