The Studious Goddess Is Not To Be Provoked

  Chapter 142 Idol, sign me!

  Lu Zhanyu has handsome eyebrows and looks at her with warm eyes.

  Cheng Lisa stared into his eyes, saw her reflection from inside, looked at her, her heart beating like drums, her cheeks became hot unconsciously.

  She hurriedly took the tissue that Lu Zhanyu handed over, lowered her head and hurriedly wiped the corners of her mouth.

  She didn't expect that the person she loved last time in a rush was Xia Wei'an's tablemate! Although it was her first kiss, she didn't care about things urgently, but when we met again, the sea of ​​hearts was tumbling with strange waves, so that she, who had always been generous and cheerful, turned into such a cowardly look.

  Listening to Lu Zhanyu and Xia Wei'an talking and laughing, if it were normal, how could she lack her voice on this occasion? She is so embarrassed now!

   shook her head vigorously, and she told herself that although she took advantage of that person, she didn’t even remember her at all. Why should she bother me, blushing here!

   So, taking a deep breath and waving away those useless emotions, she raised her head, her eyes calm, and joined their topic.

   Then I found out that they were discussing the "masked song god" thing!

"The 33rd player has a unique voice. If you choose a good song, it will not be difficult to advance to the next round of the competition. The 52nd player seems to be a student of the Conservatory of Music. number……"

  Lu Zhanyu analyzed the current situation, but did not expect Xia Wei'an to ask abruptly: "Then what about yourself? Are you confident about getting ahead?"

  She asked, Cheng Lisha's gaze was fixed on Lu Zhanyu's body. Is it possible that he also participated in the "Masked Singing God" competition?

  She stared, this kid would not be her favorite No. 88 male god, right?

   "Me?" Lu Zhanyu seemed to hear some joke, "I went to the championship, promotion or something, it's a piece of cake!"

  Lu Zhanyu’s self-confidence is not offensive, but has a convincing feeling, as if what he said must be done!

   "Well, I can ask silently, which player are you?"

  Cheng Lisha smiled and interjected, looking at Lu Zhanyu expectantly.

Originally they signed a non-disclosure agreement. Even Xia Wei'an only knew that he was participating in the competition, but did not know his number. At this moment, Cheng Lisha asked him, instinctively that he refused to answer. When the line of sight met Cheng Lisha's expectant eyes , The ghosts and gods, so they stretched out the index finger and thumb of the right hand, and compared them with an "eight".

  There was no number 8 in this competition, but there were several players with 8 who advanced, number 38, number 68, number 88, and number 98.

  She blurted out subconsciously: "88?"

  Lu Zhanyu nodded, Cheng Lisha's heart jumped uncontrollably again, she quickly drank water and pressed it, and the cold water poured into her abdomen before it calmed down.

   "Look at your blushing look, is it his little fan?"

  Seeing that Cheng Lisha reacted abnormally, Xia Wei'an started to joke, but she didn't think of her joking. Cheng Lisha's face was even redder, and she looked up as if she was busy covering up, and said: "I am his little girl, idol, sign me."

She wanted to find a piece of paper, but there was nowhere on her body. Finally she took out a crumpled five yuan from her pocket. She put it on the table and smoothed it with her palm, then pointed to the blank space and said, "Sign here. Right!"

five yuan?

  Lu Zhanyu unexpectedly thought of the five dollars that his aunt gave him the last time he forcibly kissed him, a curved corner of his mouth, took out the pen from the bag, and directly signed the name on Cheng Lisha's white short-sleeved gown.

  (End of this chapter)