Is it really a straight girl?

She chose one of them, and sang the lyrics and tone just memorized softly:

'The radiance of the most dazzling star

That sweet utopia overflowing with happiness

It doesn't matter even if it's too far away

Because I don't need anything other than me! '

"I made a choice! Just this song——TEMPLATE!"

He pointed straight to the very center of the screen.

……

420 [-]. The most difficult song

"Oh, is this the simplest and most suitable song for Mi Ji?" Mi Ji nodded again and again. This kind of professional opinion is definitely the most suitable for Mi Ji!

From now on, you only need to practice this song all the time, and then sing this song loudly at Miss Bi Fang's concert!

After she had a goal, Mi Ji was no longer confused. She looked at Miss Bi Fang beside her, and opened her mouth to ask about the specific concert time——

But before her thoughts could be expressed in words, she saw Miss Bifang's sympathetic smile, and when she saw her, she opened her mouth to interrupt Mi Ji's thoughts, and said softly:

"No, it's the hardest." Bi Fang said, "It's also the most unsuitable for Mi Ji among these songs."

"Eh?"

Could it be that Miji was being teased by the other party again?

What should I say again?

That's right, when she met him for the first time, when she teased him, the two of them fell down together...

Will it now?He just chose the most difficult song because he was teasing Miji?This must be the wrong choice, right?

Immediately, Mi Ji didn't trust Miss Bi Fang very much. She looked at her suspiciously, trying to find out some details from Bi Fang's rare plain face.

"That's what He Fang thinks." She noticed Mi Ji's doubts and confusion, and stretched out a finger to explain:

"After all, there is no song that is really suitable for Miki. It is quite difficult to perform each song. Generally speaking, Miki will never be able to do it-but! If it can be done, if Miki wants to realize this wish no matter what. If you can overcome all difficulties, it doesn’t matter which song you choose!”

"So if you have to choose, you should choose the most difficult, complicated and tangled one!" Bi Fang gave Mi Ji a thumbs up, blinked one eye and continued to praise: "I believe Mi Ji can do it! "

"...?"

Mi Ji was looking at Miss Bi Fang with the eyes of a fool.

What the hell logic is this.

Is it just a matter of probability that Miki can sing well or not? 90.00% of the probability of eight will fail, and the probability of two percent is success, as long as the probability of success is reached?Does it matter what song you choose?

Can't understand...

"Isn't Bi Fang really joking?" Mi Ji looked at the little idol who seemed to be fine with doubts.

"No, no, I know it very well!" Bi Fang nodded humbly: "That's the way it should be, it's better to say that it can only be like this!"

It seems to be getting more and more problematic.

Mi Ji looked at the other party's sincere eyes, remained suspicious, turned his head to open the song that the other party just pointed to, and silently read the name:

"TEMPLATE..."

This is roughly what templates and standards mean.

When the MV file of Miji was opened, the chaotic and complicated voices suddenly rose high, and many electronic instruments and complicated drums and gongs resounded in parallel. The high-pitched voice of the protagonist led all the rhythms. A shallow understanding of one of the layers in the expression:

The theme of this song is probably: to get rid of unnecessary things and express yourself.

Mi Ji looked to the right, and once again saw Miss Bifang's kind smile.

"Is this really all right?" Miji swallowed.

Whether it's the aura of the whole song, the tune of the lyrics, or Miss Qianche's temperament... Mi Ji feels that she can't imitate it at all.

This kind of supercilious arrogance, I am afraid that only Miss Qianche can show it perfectly, right?

Miji can't do it... Miji is just Miji, not a special existence like Miss Qianche.

"Don't worry, Mi Ji only has two possibilities: success and failure. The probability of these two possessions has nothing to do with which song you choose." Bi Fang came over and patted Mi Ji on the shoulder, and once again showed a thumb: "But I believe that Mi Ji can definitely succeed!"

"So what you are saying now is completely illogical..." Mi Ji sighed: "How can it be that the song itself has nothing to do with it? The probability of success should be proportional to the degree of effort!"

"No." Bi Fang tilted his head, as if talking about a natural and common truth.

"That's right!" Mi Ji emphasized to this little idol: "Whether you can sing well on stage is strongly related to the difficulty of the song itself! So please choose a normal song, Mi Ji is serious about it. I want to sing well!"

"But... the other party is also serious."

Mi Ji helped his forehead.

Miss Bi Fang's logic was so strange that she couldn't understand it.

Although it can also be felt that the other party probably did not tease himself now, but truly expressed his thoughts.

But the idea was too outlandish.

Mi Ji sighed in her heart, she has experienced a lot of strange things recently, and she is almost getting used to it.

"Anyway, please choose another one among these songs that is easier and more suitable for Miki." The girl clapped her hands again.

"Hmm... This kind of thing is meaningless, but after all, it's something that Miji asked me to do, then I'll take a look..." Bifang looked at the laptop screen again, leaned forward and reached out to press the touchpad of the computer , swipe twice and point the mouse on a song randomly:

"No, is this angel fish okay? The atmosphere and emotions will be a little more peaceful, but the requirements for singing skills are a little bit high..." Miss Bifang propped one hand on the desk, and she was about to lie down on the desk bored.

"Singing skills." Mi Ji thought for a while: "Maybe it's okay."

When I was in Miss Qianche's room, the song "Grey and Blue" sung by Mi Ji was almost on par with Qianche in terms of singing skills, so...

Maybe, no problem.

"Yeah, but this song is actually not very suitable for solo singing on stage... It would be great if someone sings along with you." The boring Miss Bifang said as if she was talking to herself.

After Mi Ji didn't listen to Bi Fang's choice and sang the song TEMPLATE, Miss Bi Fang's mood suddenly lost a lot, and she also fell into a rotten turnaround which was rare.

"If that's the case, is there anything else that would be more suitable?"

"Actually, they're all pretty good." Bi Fang waved his hand, and lay down on the table, his chin resting on his arm: "The best one is TEMPLATE."

"..." Miji let out a breath.

The other party seemed to lose interest.

"Then, just listen to the other side."

"Eh?!" Bi Fang suddenly opened his slightly narrowed eyes, propped up his body, and slapped his hands on the table: "Really?!"

"Well, really." Mi Ji nodded: "After all, Bi Fang is a professional, and whichever song Bi Fang prefers, I will sing whichever one."

Because Miji suddenly remembered that Miss Qianche, Lamiji, came on stage to fulfill the other party's wish.

Now, at the stage of choosing a song, you should also obey the other party's wishes, right?

"Wow, Mimi I love you!"

Hey, wait, don't jump over here!

…………

420 [-]. Miss Bifang is an idiot!

"Great!"

……

Boom, clatter, boom, crash——

All kinds of falling sounds sounded one after another, waking up the kitten who was about to fall asleep in the center of the back room. The kitten, which was almost black in color, raised its head and immediately stood up, climbed up the handrail and explored its surroundings. Case.

Pain pain. .

Miki had already completely fallen to the ground.

She opened her eyes and saw the familiar ceiling of her room, and the orange-haired girl who fell on top of her together.

The chair fell completely to one side, and the small sofa was also kicked to the side suddenly by the other side.

Miji felt as if he had been thrown down by a tiger. This kind of force was completely irresistible. Could it really be something that the flat-chested petite girl in front of him could burst out of?

The first place I hit the ground was behind my right shoulder—it hurts there.

Yaki propped himself up in front of his elbows, raised his left hand to rub his right shoulder, squinted his eyes and hissed.

"I'm so excited, hey... Bifang." She called out the name of the little guy lying on her body in distress, lifted her upper body, and looked down slowly.

There is a warm feeling accumulating and spreading in the abdomen.

She saw that the other side's face was directly stuffed into her stomach.

No wonder it hurts so much...

Miki sighed.

Also, why do I always feel so tired?

Mi Ji is about to really become a three-no girl...

Mi Ji turned his left hand, which was rubbing his right shoulder, to the front of the other side, gestured with orchid fingers, flicked his brains, and this time he didn't hold back at all.

"Ah, it hurts!" Bi Fang even buried his face in Mi Ji's abdomen.

"You know it hurts too... By the way, don't touch my stomach like this! It's so uncomfortable." Mi Ji frowned.

"I'm sorry, I was careless because Mi Ji was so soft..." Bi Fang finally supported his little head: "I just want to hug, but it's just a little bit harder, hey, because I'm cute So please forgive me."

Bi Fang let go of one hand, and was about to make a fist like a beckoning cat, then tilted his head and stuck out his tongue to make a muddled expression, but it seemed that the ground was a bit slippery, after stretching out one hand, the other But the hand failed to support and stabilize his body. With a bang, the supporting left hand swung aside, and at the same time, his whole body lost his balance, and his head went down again—it stuck on Mi Ji's stomach.

"Woo..." Mi Ji frowned and curled up, and the thin muscles in his abdomen barely bulged.

But it still hurts.

"Over there, idiot." She said in a low voice.