Is it really a straight girl?

Mi Ji looked back at the door, as if he could see all the members of the Witch's House this way, he pinched his little chin and pondered.

Then turned around without thinking, like reporting the name of a dish, and said the names one by one:

"Well, is Miss Koenka a bad woman? Is Yukiri a bad woman? Akane is a bad woman too? Tsukino-san is a bad woman? Chitose is a bad woman? Yachiyo is a bad woman too? Probably."

Finally, say it in your heart.

Miss Qianche is a bad woman, right?

……

Four hundred and three, the wicked Miss Qianche

Also, the lady in the wheelchair that I saw before must be a bad woman, right?

That person directly took away Mi Ji's lucky ability without Mi Ji's consent!

There are many bad women around Yaki.

Only Mi Ji Mi Ji can be said to be a good woman in the true sense!Hmm, that's right.

The rest of us are more or less bad women, so we can open a training class for good women and set everyone right.

But... just thinking about it.

Mi Ji can't even deal with the Riddler, let alone a bad woman.

"The worst woman is Mi Ji, right?" Such a voice came from the opposite side.

Miss Qian Che, Mi Ji can't follow your logic at all, and I don't think so at all.

"What are you talking about, Miji is a good person." The girl waved her hands to retort.

Ms. Qian Che's way of thinking is different from ordinary people, so it is easy to get wrong answers, Mi Ji does not blame her.

"Really, then, I have a question for you." Qian Che turned around from the karaoke stand, and stretched out a finger to Mi Ji.

"Hmm, let's ask."

Miki answered confidently.

She wants to show the other side of herself as a good person.

"A person who always exudes her own charm, but doesn't express anything to these bees and butterflies attracted by her charm, is she a bad woman?" Miss Qian Che shook her finger in Mi Ji's sight.

That being said, the nails are kinda pretty.

"Yes, yes." Miki nodded.

Her definition of bad women is very broad, otherwise Xuewu and Lianhua would not be said to be bad women.

"No, the second point." Qian Che raised a second finger: "I can't sense her feelings for me, and bring emotional and psychological uneasiness to the other party. Is she a bad woman?"

"Yes yes yes."

Not aware of it...Although it may depend on the situation, Miki believes that the person who is not aware of it has to bear part of the problem.

"Third, I don't know why, Miss Miki, who keeps looking at my stomach, is she a bad woman?"

"Yeah yes—cough cough, why is this a bad woman? Mi Ji was taken aback by the sudden touch of her stomach just now, can't she come back for revenge?"

"Maki, lustful."

"what?"

Is this also color?

It's over, Mi Ji can't keep up with this person's thinking rhythm at all.

It's like comparing a bicycle with a private car on the highway, Miss Qian Che's ability to associate is almost too much.

"All in all, Mi Ji is a bad woman." Miss Qian Che nodded.

"No, no." Miss Miji continued to refute.

"Love song, do you want to sing?" Qian Che turned back at the karaoke station again, retracted the three fingers that were shown to Mi Ji, tapped the screen with her delicate index finger, and asked.

"So don't change the subject so quickly, hey!" Ms. Mi Ji is still not used to it: "And the title of the song is 'Love Song', so what kind of love song is it? Hey, we are not lovers, right, and Mi Ji can't sing , so don't sing!"

She folded her arms in front of her and refused directly.

"Tsk, it's not impossible to be lovers now." Qian Che winked at Mi Jidan over there to send a glance.

"?"

This sentence, it feels like it should be a joke, right?

After all, it was the words of Qian Che, who was free and free from worries and troubles.

"Daba!" The girl retorted strongly, maintaining her arms crossed.

"Da Mie? What do you mean by refusal? Oh." Qian Che understood Mi Ji's strange words through the atmosphere in an instant, turned around and continued to flick the song selection screen to find the favorite song, and casually said:

"Are you sure you don't want to confess to me?"

"Don't change the topic so fast for me, you bastard, and why do you want to confess? Hey! We've only known each other for a few days?"

"One day." Qian Che thought for a while.

"No, no, it's five days, right!"

The perception of time can be confused to such an extent, only Qianche can, right?

"Well, time doesn't matter, you really don't want to confess to me? I'm so cute." She stretched out two fingers and pointed to the left side of her mouth, tilted her head to the right, her pupils in light gray-blue gradient turned, and her field of vision landed on the On Miki.

It's really cute though...

Whether it's the posture, movement, the shape of the chin, the expression in the eyes, or the neat and exquisite facial features, the slightly reflective lips, the shadow of the bridge of the nose, or the shape of the ears... This guy seems to be from anime or something. The people who came out of the exquisite paintings were almost perfect in appearance.

"It's really cute...but please don't say such things, Mi Ji has already rebooted!" Miss Mi Ji continued to refuse.

"Can Nian, I still want to smile and refuse when you confess." Qian Che responded peacefully.

"You guys are too bad!"

The girl pouted, and slowly returned to her position from the wall.

"Next song, Gray and Blue." Miss Qian Che said again.

"This... seems to have heard of it?"

"That's it." Qian Che nodded, took his microphone, and retreated to the sofa.

"But I don't quite remember the lyrics..." Mi Ji said weakly.

"There will be on the screen." Miss Qian Che lazily picked up a glass of water from one side and licked it to her lips: "But let's listen to it first."

That seems to be Miki's cup?Indirect kissing?

...Ah forget it, anyway, to this Miss Qian Che, many things don't have any special meaning. .

Mi Ji barely guessed and understood Qian Che's relaxed state of mind.

"it is good."

Qian Che took off the earphone that he always wore on his left ear, and put it on the glass table pulled aside.

The song will then start playing.

This doesn't seem to be the version that Mi Ji has heard before, but a girl with a soft and waxy voice.

But when this girl with a lovely voice sings songs like Gray and Blue that miss friendship, accompanied by the atmosphere and rhythm of the music, her slender and tender voice adds a little hoarseness and deepness.

The sound of guitar and piano is constant, the tone of the music fluctuates and falls, and the rhythm is fast and slow. The singer has integrated his feelings into it. Even if he fails, even if he is hit and ignored, he still maintains a sense of confidence and does not give up.

While listening carefully, Yaki, who has a relatively strong empathy ability, also sank into such an atmosphere.

Therefore, the lyrics are engraved in memory.

The voice also surrounds the ears like this:

……

'?Why are you crying out so sadly now?'

'?Is it because it's too late?'

'?If you can start over?'

'?Want to meet you by passing by?'

……

On the big screen where you are sitting, the MV is gradually coming to an end, the video is gradually stained with dark colors, and the scene turns black bit by bit, and in the black, words emerge:

"No matter what happens

no matter where you are

I will always be by your side"

……

Four hundred and four, how can there be such a Miss Qianche...

The song is over.

That atmosphere also slowly dissipated and disappeared as the sound and tone weakened.

Qian Che asked Mi Ji to pick up the microphone, and replayed the current song naturally without any further reminders, and separated the duo's aria.

When the prelude sounded, Mi Ji came back to his senses from the aftertaste of the previous song, saw the replayed MV, and also saw to the right that Miss Qian Che, who was sitting on a miniature sofa nearby, was looking at Mi Ji. She smiled tacitly and snapped her fingers.

But Miki felt that there was no tacit understanding between them.

"I'm not ready yet..." The voice of the prelude is fading away, and the lyric fragment is about to step from the future into the present.

"I'll sing the first verse, the pink lyrics belong to Mi Ji." Qian Che explained briefly, put the microphone to her lips, and exhaled softly.

The effect of the microphone radio was very good, and no electronic noise was heard. The room was equipped with a means of radio reception, and many patterns of sound-absorbing cotton decorations were pasted on the walls.

"Listen to other people's opinions for a while, you bastard." Mi Ji grabbed his microphone and put it on his lips in a daze.

Qian Che smiled, but did not respond verbally.