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Hearing the result announced by Tan Liaoran, Cheng Youyou was dumbfounded at first, then showed a big smile, and couldn't help but jump on the spot.

When I heard that only Wei Qingshan was promoted, it would be a lie if she said that she didn't feel lost in her heart, but the habit of being under the camera for many years made her develop a habit:

Delay your own sensory responses.

So she only looked calm temporarily, but she didn't react at all.

After the game was over, she realized that she hadn't advanced, and she might need to find a corner to be alone for a few hours before she could face the world with a smile again.

But luckily!

Fortunately, her efforts were also seen by the judges, and they affirmed her, giving her the qualification to enter the finals.

Cheng Youyou thought of the night before Luo Zijin was going to follow the "Ling Jun" crew, and asked herself the words: "Can I prepare to buy tickets for the auditorium of the competition?"

At that time, she answered so positively that if the judge stopped announcing her name, she would be slapped in the face at the same table.

Fortunately.

Cheng Youyou thought with a smile like a flower.

She did it.

No missed appointments.

The only player in the team, No. 388, who did not make it to the final, had a heavy expression on his face, as if he had something to express, but in the end, when Tan Liaoran turned and walked to the next group, he couldn't say a word .

After all, from the moment he tasted Cheng Youyou's dishes, he knew he had lost.

Regardless of how he became an Internet celebrity anchor, it is enough to hang him with this skill.

So after the list of all the qualified players was announced, he immediately planned to leave in desperation, but the enthusiasm of the people outside the arena shattered his idea of ​​trying to leave the arena in a low-key manner.

"Hello, this contestant No. 388 who does not want to be named."

"Don't go, brother, aren't you very capable?"

"Excuse me, contestant No. 388, how do you feel about not making it to the final?"

……

How famous he was on TV just now is how famous he is now.

This big brother almost wants to turn around and kneel down to the TV director. This is because he doesn't know that he has been rewarded with a separate camera for every performance on the field just now, otherwise he should have a feeling of strangling himself at this moment impulse.

He covered his face and hurried away from the crowd, he didn't know that day, from now on, the nickname 'No. 388' will accompany him all his life.

Just after he left, Cheng Youyou waved to the big brother Wei Qingshan who was there and said see you tomorrow, and when he wanted to turn around and leave the venue, Wei Qingshan stopped him.

"Thank you!" With red eyes, he bent down and bowed to Cheng Youyou.

Cheng Youyou was taken aback, and hurried to the side, not daring to accept his gift, and said quickly:

"Don't, don't, I should say thank you. This work is your original idea. No matter how much I do, it's just an improvement on this basis."

There was also sincere gratitude in her soft voice, which made Wei Qingshan firmer in his heart that 'this girl is a good person'.

He straightened up, the heat in his eyes slowly dissipated, and said solemnly to Cheng Youyou: "No matter what, I am able to enter the finals today thanks to you, I will remember."

Although being in the group with Cheng Youyou had already made him see the gap between himself and her, when the judges announced the list at the end, he could also feel how strong the other groups were.

Wei Qingshan knew that if Cheng Youyou hadn't attributed the main idea of ​​this dish to him, he would not have had the chance of this final.

He took a deep look at her, then raised his head to look around the arena, finally turned around and headed towards the exit, and was submerged in the crowd outside after a while, without being able to find a trace.

Cheng Youyou noticed his last look, and felt for a moment that the person in front of him seemed to be carrying something, all in his unspoken words, and when it was time to distinguish, Wei Qingshan had disappeared in front of his eyes again.

So she thought on the spot for a few more seconds, but she didn't catch anything. Instead, she was overwhelmed by the joy of entering the final, and suddenly became happy again, humming softly and walking out of the exit.

"Orange! Orange! You are the best!"

"Congratulations to Orange for reaching the final!"

Fans cheered and crowded up, and dozens of people surrounded her small body in the middle, making Cheng Youyou almost think that she was entering some kind of super girl finals instead of a cooking competition when she was surrounded in the middle.

Wu Shuangshuang and Liu Yingchun already have a lot of experience in organizing fans. They used to be members of the branch teams of two provinces in Luo Zijin's support club, and now they lead Cheng Youyou's fans to shout a few slogans without breaking a sweat.

Cheng Youyou felt the air that was almost ignited by the fans' enthusiasm, and the smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't stop no matter what.

"Thank you for coming to the game to support me, thank you for your hard work." She blinked her beautiful eyes and thanked the fans earnestly.

After Wu Shuangshuang heard her finish writing, she had a premonition that her next sentence would come out soon, "May I treat you to dinner/drinks/ice cream?" '

So he hurriedly said: "It's not hard, it's not hard, Chengzi must be tired after participating in the competition, go back and rest, there is a final tomorrow!"

Liu Yingchun nodded beside him: "Yes, yes, Chengzi, go back and rest, tomorrow you will be in your best condition to participate in the finals!"

Cheng Youyou nodded, accepted the fans' kindness, and walked outside with them.

Originally, there were still some fans who wanted to take photos with her, ask her to sign autographs, etc., but thinking that she had already had a hard time participating in the competition today, so they didn’t join in, just followed around the big team and sent her home .

……

Dad Cheng has always known that his daughter is going to be an anchor, but it is one thing to know that she has fans, but it is another thing to see her being sent to the door of the store like a star.

He was not in good health, and it was too hot recently, so Cheng Youyou didn't let him go to the scene, but let him watch the live broadcast in the store.

Because the stove used in the store has a relatively high fire, which is different from the gas stove used at home, so recently she and Dad Cheng practice cooking in the 'Roast Bar' store, and they only go home to rest together at night.

Today is an exception.

Because the father and son studied recipes until very late last night, they simply slept in the lounge upstairs in the store. This morning Cheng Youyou went directly to the stadium from here.

When Cheng Dali witnessed the moment when the judges announced Cheng Youyou's promotion to the final, he couldn't sit still excitedly. He stood on the window sill in the living area of ​​the employees on the third floor and looked down, waiting eagerly for the return of the eldest daughter who made him so proud today. Home.

In the end, he saw a group of people marching towards the store in a mighty manner. If it wasn't for Cheng Youyou who was walking in the front, he would have thought that he had met someone who came to smash the store.

Fortunately, this store is very close to the competition venue, otherwise such a big posture would easily attract the attention of uncles who maintain law and order.

Wu Shuangshuang and the others followed Cheng Youyou all the way to the door of the store. They had already made an appointment for dinner, but when they smelled the smell of barbecue, they couldn't walk anymore.

So those with coupons proposed to go to the shop, those without coupons thought about it and didn't bother to go to the hot pot restaurant, and followed into the shop.

Cheng Youyou asked them to eat and drink well, and was about to go upstairs to find Dad Cheng, when she heard Wu Shuangshuang and Liu Yingchun chatting behind:

"I don't know if I can see Luoshen at the scene tomorrow..."

"Should I? Why don't you ask Cheng Zi?"

Before the two of them could stop her, she put one hand on the handrail of the stairs, turned around in surprise and asked, "Who?"

Seeing her surprised look, Wu Shuangshuang paused and repeated, "Wuli Zijin!"

Cheng Youyou's eyes widened, and she was about to ask 'is she back?', but when she reached the point of her mouth, she realized that the person in front of her was not suitable for questioning, so she smiled at the two of them again, and went upstairs.

Liu Yingchun tugged at the corner of Wu Shuangshuang's clothes:

"Shuang'er, why does Chengzi seem to be unaware of Zijin's return?"

Wu Shuangshuang also shook her head blankly, wondering, don't ask me, I'm just a newbie.

……

After Cheng Youyou went upstairs, she looked at Dad Cheng who came to greet her with crooked eyes, and also returned a big smile.

Cheng Dali blushed happily, clapped his hands, and choked out a sentence for a while: "As expected of my daughter."

As long as I can remember, I have rarely seen my father so happy. Cheng Youyou only felt that there was so much content in the basin full of joy in her heart that it was about to overflow. Share happiness.

While Dad Cheng was excited, he had to suppress his emotions. After all, Cheng Youyou had another show tomorrow.

He told Cheng Youyou not to be too busy tonight, and to have a good night's rest, tomorrow will be the highlight.

Cheng Youyou agreed, and went back to the lounge specially prepared for herself in the store. After closing the door, she leaned against the door panel, took out her mobile phone reflexively, and stared at the word 'same table' on the address book for a long while. He stood still and didn't move a bit.

She made it to the finals, so she didn't let Luo Zijin wait in vain.

I really want to tell my deskmate.

But, why not wait until tomorrow?

What if Luo Zijin had other things to do when he returned to Fengcheng?

After struggling for a while, she opened the door again and walked out, wanting to find something else to do to divert her thoughts.

……

On the other side, inside the hotel.

Seeing on TV when the judges announced Cheng Youyou's entry into the finals, Luo Zijin's mood also rose. A little casual joy.

Xiaolu happily jumped up from the chair beside him.

"My God! Oranges are so good!"

She couldn't restrain her emotions, waved her hands, and gestured to call Cheng Youyou in front of the TV, halfway through the wave, she realized that there seemed to be more than herself in the hall——

Under Luo Zijin's slightly smiling gaze, she put down her hands embarrassingly, and finally remembered who she was.

Touching her nose, she was about to make amends when she heard Luo Zijin ask her:

"So happy?"

After hearing her question, Xiaolu hesitated for a moment, and replied: "Well... I think Cheng Zi, as an anchor, can do this very well..."

Before she could finish speaking, Luo Zijin nodded and took it for granted:

"Of course, don't look at whose deskmate she is."

The pride in his voice couldn't be stopped.

Xiaolu blinked.

I'm sorry, so you asked me if Gao was happy just to blow a wave of oranges?

Eh?

and many more?

Deskmate?

She suddenly grasped the point, and subconsciously imagined a picture following the word in her heart.

In a crowded high school classroom full of students, two young girls who are a little younger than today and still a little undergrown, wearing neat school uniforms, are sitting at two desks put together, talking and laughing .

Do you feel a sudden sweetness in your mouth?

Xiaolu smacked his mouth, and looked at Luo Zijin, whose chin was slightly raised, with obvious pride, and felt more and more that he was too right for CP fans!

After the live broadcast on TV ended, Luo Zijin raised his hand to pick up the mobile phone on the table, staring at the screen, thinking that Cheng Youyou should be on the way now, and he would be home in a few minutes.

She set the screen-off time to be extended infinitely. When she almost watched the numbers jump to 18:15, Luo Zijin swiped off the screen, clicked on the address book, and organized what she wanted to say for a while.

I am back.

Congratulations on reaching the finals.

Then what?

She landed on Cheng Youyou's phone number with her fingertips, and the anticipation in her heart was as sweet as summer soda with small bubbles. Yang Xu's thoughts took over.

Does she know the news of her return?

If this call goes out, will it affect her preparations for tomorrow?

Luo Zijin, who had no experience in participating in this kind of competition, once again struggled to find himself in a blind spot of knowledge.

She was caught in a dilemma for a while, and the ease in her expression gradually disappeared. She stared at the rectangular screen with full seriousness, as if she was not looking at the address book, but an extraordinarily complicated document.

I remembered what I said to Cheng Youyou before that I was going to buy a ticket.

A voice sounded in her mind:

Cheng Youyou has entered the final, will she share this with herself?

The idea of ​​waiting for the other party to call came up, just like the grass stubble emerging from the soil in spring, the momentum of growth has begun, and the growth trend can no longer be suppressed.

After thinking about it, she updated a Weibo post and marked the location.

……

Xiaolu went back to his room when he was excited before, and took Luo Zijin's official stamp of "same table" and ran to produce food for new inspiration. He was a little thirsty halfway, and wanted to get himself a glass of water to drink.

When passing by the sofa in the living room, he noticed that Luo Zijin was still staring at the screen of the phone, but the screen of the phone on his lap had obviously been black for a long time.

Xiaolu just took a look and didn't think much about it. When pouring water, he habitually poured a glass for his Miss Luo, and then took his own glass back to the room.

After half an hour.

Xiaolu finished writing the joke happily, touched his hungry stomach, got up and walked to the living room, and saw Luo Zijin change his posture.

Leaning on the sofa, resting one elbow on one armrest, propping his forehead with one hand, closing his eyes slightly, the phone is still on his lap.

Xiaolu, who was about to ask her if she wanted to order takeaway, lost her voice in her throat, and her movements became lighter. Just as she was about to turn around to get a thin quilt for Luo Zijin, she saw the phone vibrate on her lap.

Luo Zijin woke up suddenly, opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at the mobile phone on his lap. There was still a little emptiness in his black eyes when he was about to wake up.

She looked at the phone, but found that it was a text message from the official mobile phone:

China Mobile reminds you, welcome to Fengcheng.

A little disappointment quickly appeared in her eyes, and she glanced at the time when the phone was locked:

19 points.

No matter how slowly Cheng Youyou walked, it was time to get home, but Luo Zijin never got the call.

Disappointment flashed through her deep black eyes, and almost disappeared after she blinked next time, as if it was someone else's hallucination.

"Do you want to order takeaway tonight?" At the same time, Xiaolu's voice suddenly came from the side asking.

Luo Zijin glanced over subconsciously, as if wanting to say something, paused for a few seconds, then nodded lightly, agreeing to her proposal.

Xiaolu felt a little strange, and while opening the delivery software, he pondered:

Hey, is Luoshen waiting for Miss Chengzi's call?

……

the other side.

Cheng Youyou, who wanted to go to the kitchen to find something to do and divert her attention, was ordered by Cheng's father not to work any longer today, so he pushed her out of the kitchen and stuffed a few recipes that he had copied by hand in his early years to let her go back to the room to ponder.

When the business in the downstairs store is booming, the voices of customers chatting can be vaguely heard upstairs, but they can't be heard clearly.

She was sitting on a chair, holding the menu in one hand, and twisting the footer of the page with the other, ready to turn it over after reading this side, but as she watched, her mind began to wander again.

Can't help thinking about the incident just now, the hand holding the footer of the page subconsciously pinched it, curling the page slightly.

Then he let go, took out his phone and checked the time, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening.

The things she didn't say were held back in her heart, but instead she couldn't concentrate on what she was doing in front of her. After hesitating for a while, she decided to open the screen, edited a message, and sent it.

The content was deleted and deleted to half, and a prompt popped up on Weibo:

Pay special attention to Luo Zijin v:

Congratulations on reaching the finals.

Cheng Youyou suddenly stood up holding the recipe, and happily turned around in a circle, her long turquoise hair flung melodious arcs in the air:

Ahhh, my deskmate really watched the live broadcast!

Luo Zijin knew that she had entered the finals!

So I made a quick decision, stopped sending text messages, and called directly instead.

At that time, Luo Zijin was scrolling through Weibo boredly, looking at the topics related to today's "Kitchen God Competition", while waiting for the takeaway ordered by Xiaolu.

Thinking of the delicious snail-stuffed meat that Cheng Youyou cooked on the field today, she felt a hollow hunger in her stomach.

Just as the netizens were howling to become fans of this cute and beautiful anchor passer-by, the phone in his hand suddenly started vibrating continuously, and Cheng Youyou's name jumped on it.

A little smile appeared on Luo Zijin's face again, and he narrowed his eyes contentedly.

Just like a child who wants something he likes but refuses to say it, he just waits for someone to find out and bring it to her, and the eyes of the child who receives the gift will twinkle like little stars with joy .

She swiped the answer button.

I put the phone to my ear, and before I started talking, a soft, jumping voice came to my ear:

"You, have you returned to Fengcheng?"

It was the sound she would think of when she closed her eyes at night since she was filming.

The previous little Aojiao didn't know where she had thrown her. When she heard this voice, she subconsciously stood up from the sofa and wanted to go out of the hotel.

I want to see Cheng Youyou.

Can't wait to see her in person.

The scenes she saw on TV before made her unsatisfied.

Luo Zijin let out a soft voice: "Yes."

Standing in front of the sofa, her eyes fell on the door of the hotel room, as if she could see through the door and reach the person who made her so concerned.

The person who usually speaks coldly, now even has to slow down his voice when answering, for fear that the other party will not be able to hear her tenderness.

Cheng Youyou took a deep breath subconsciously, and continued:

"I'm in the finals!"

Luo Zijin's lips curled up a little, and she answered as she wished:

"Congratulations."

Cheng Youyou himself didn't realize how high the corners of his mouth were when he heard the congratulations from Luo Zijin, and his smile was even a little silly, but luckily no one else saw it.

She still hesitated to ask if she should ask, she hesitated for a long time, the tip of her tongue pressed against her teeth, as if she was resisting in vain.

It was at this time that she remembered what happened in the living room when she saw Luo Zijin off at the hotel that day.

Cheng Youyou has always known clearly that he still misses someone a little bit.

Especially since the reunion, when she found that Luo Zijin often released those unspeakable signals, the thoughts she had kept in her heart were like a faucet with a broken gate, and they rushed out, and they could no longer be blocked. go back.

At that time in the hotel, I tried my best to rein in the cliff, but after a month of separation, when I heard Luo Zijin's voice again, the arm that had been holding the rope for a long time was slightly exhausted, and she just wanted to let go. Let it run.

It turned out that the lethality of reunion after farewell was so great, just once or twice broke through the high wall that she had built in her heart for eight years.

Cheng Youyou raised her hand to cover her eyes, and finally said in a low voice:

"Well... I want to see you a little bit."

I want to see Luo Zijin, and I want to ask her if the filming of "Ling Jun" will be very hard, if she eats well and sleeps well in the crew.

Hearing her words, Luo Zijin walked straight towards the door of the hotel, and when Xiaolu asked her if she was going out, her left hand was already on the doorknob.

The cold metal feeling spread from the palm to the brain, calming down her mind that was stunned by those words.

Luo Zijin shook his head at Xiaolu, and gestured to her, signaling her to go back to her room and go about her own business.

Afterwards, he cleared his throat again, and after exerting himself to speak again, the voice was still the same as usual, dispelling the hoarseness in his throat:

"After you meet me, will you prepare for tomorrow's game?"

Cheng Youyou was reminded by her about tomorrow's finals, her brows were so entangled, she pondered for a long time, puffed her cheeks, and tried to imagine the time she spent with Luo Zijin.

It is estimated that I will be out of my mind all night, how can there be anything else in my eyes and heart?

Hearing her hesitant voice, Luo Zijin laughed instead. After all, resisting the urge to go out, he leaned against the hotel door and said jokingly:

"It's okay if you don't prepare well, I still want to be friends with Chef God."

When Cheng Youyou heard what she said, she also laughed out with a 'puchi'.

It seemed that Luo Zijin would be more worried about her future than she was at any time. She was like this when she applied for the college entrance examination, and she is still like this now.

"I will work hard." Cheng Youyou waved her fist a little, and replied seriously.

Luo Zijin responded, and then continued:

"See you tomorrow."

Cheng Youyou was stunned for a moment, and she couldn't help but have infinite expectations for tomorrow, as if she was not going to participate in such a terrible competition, but just to go to a beautiful appointment at dusk.

She unconsciously nodded on the phone and replied with a word:

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, she took a deep breath, picked up the recipe and looked at it seriously.

……

Tickets for the final of the 'God of Cooking Competition' were sold out within 1 minute after they went on sale.

The list of the ten finalists was announced the afternoon before, because this time there is Cheng Youyou, and she is very popular on the Jinjiang platform, and she has greeted fans in advance, so there are many fans They all stayed in front of the computer early, waiting for the official ticket sales channel to open.

Even so, her fans found themselves waiting in front of the computer for nothing—

Didn't get it at all!

The reason is that every year the finals will invite big stars from the entertainment industry to be the hosts. With the appeal of the stars themselves, those fans can scream and grab tickets. No matter what kind of competition is being held, they can't miss any of them. A chance to meet idols!

And the star who was invited to be the host this year is Li Tianwang, the resident guest of the previous "Wave the Spatula" program.

Dad Cheng really got two tickets for the front row seats from Cheng Youyou before, and happily called his wife who was still in Meicheng, asking her to come and go with him to the scene to cheer for his daughter.

Preparations for the venue of the finals began a few days ago, and the stadium in Fengcheng was rented so that the venue could accommodate [-] spectators.

There are a lot of seats specially set aside in the front row, which are separated from the audience seats in the back. Half of them are reserved for friendship tickets for the contestants, and the other half are sold as VIP tickets.

Not far in front of this row of seats is the judges' seat, the closest to the ten cooking tables, allowing the judges to watch the contestants perform on stage.

Cheng Dali and Jiang Yan walked to the front row and found that there were still fluorescent sticks prepared by the program group on the chairs. After sitting down with the fluorescent sticks, he heard his wife sigh with emotion:

"Gee, I've never sat this far before a game."

So Dad Cheng showed a proud smile again on his face, and continued:

"The main reason is that my daughter is too good."

Cheng Jin went abroad to travel in the past two days and bought on the way. He didn't catch up with Cheng Youyou's game time, so he sent a big red envelope in the family group last night to celebrate Cheng Youyou's entry into the finals.

Rows of spectators in the back took their seats one by one, and the same row was also full. After the host of the final came up, Jiang Yan heard the overwhelming cheers behind him, and excitedly patted Dad Cheng:

"My God! That's Li Tianwang! Husband, did we go to the wrong place?"

Dad Cheng: "..."

Cheng Dali was about to say no, and reminded his wife to calm down, the two of them came to cheer for their daughter, but Jiang Yan, who had been watching dramas and variety shows made by Li Tianwang at home all year round, could no longer hear his words, and was infected by the atmosphere of the scene. Light up the light stick.

At the same time, he turned his head and said to him loudly: "It doesn't matter if you go wrong! Oh, this is Li Tianwang!"

Dad Cheng: "..."

Dad Cheng, who is not star-chasing, feels that he is so excited that he cannot share it with others, and is a bit depressed.

He looked at the vacant seat next to him, because he and Jiang Yan were sitting on the side. Except for one seat on the left, it was the aisle, and on the right was Li Tianwang's wife who was waving and calling.

He began to expect someone from the left to come quickly, so that he could satisfy his desire to show off.

Participating in a competition on stage, it's my daughter who is about to become a master chef!

In fact, he didn't make him wait long, because after Li Tianwang appeared, it meant that the competition was about to start. The lights in the front competition area were on, and the ten prepared cooking areas looked neat and clean. Walk in and take a seat one by one.

When the lights in the competition area were turned on, the light in the auditorium was much darker. Under such circumstances, Luo Zijin, wearing a hat and mask, quietly walked out of the side passage and sat at the farthest side of the VIP auditorium. down.

……

As soon as Li Tianwang came out on the stage, he heard a wave of cheers in the gymnasium. He took the microphone and greeted the audience with a smile:

"Are you happy to see me here?"

"Happy!!!" There were screams and whistles in the tidy reply, and the fans couldn't wait to shake the light sticks in their hands.

"I heard that this 'Master Chef Contest' is very powerful, and all the dishes are delicious. I have heard of this competition since I was a child, and I have always wanted to participate in it. I never thought that when I grow up, I accidentally enter the wrong industry and I can make my dream come true. -"

Li Tianwang said with some emotion.

The audience laughed from behind, and someone joked loudly: "The chef who was delayed by the variety show business!"

"Okay, okay, I know you're a foodie! How else would you be a resident in "The Spatula"?"

Li Tianwang skillfully activated the atmosphere, and began to introduce the six judges tonight, two chefs from top five-star hotels in China, one chef from a Michelin two-star restaurant, and three food critics.

In addition, there will be a special guest.

When the special guest appeared, the audience screamed and once again flooded the stadium!

It is Yang Yishu, who is currently a popular niche, and who is also the tongue-in-cheek of the previous "Shovel" program.

"Surprised or not, unexpected!" Li Tianwang pointed the microphone towards the audience, listening to their cheers!

Many fans of Cheng Youyou who could only squat in front of the TV and watch the live broadcast couldn't help gnashing their teeth:

No wonder you can't get tickets!

Because the fans of Li Tianwang and Yang Yishu are their rivals to grab tickets!

hateful!

"Next, let me solemnly introduce the ten contestants who entered the finals this time. They are—"

Holding the cue card in his hand, Li Tianwang read out the list of finalists one by one, the screen behind the cooking table also lit up, and the spark logo of "King King Competition" appeared, and then there were ten photos of contestants wearing chef uniforms appearance.

Every time he reads one, a person will walk into the player channel and stand still in front of the cooking table.

When talking about the seventh 'Cheng Youyou', Li Tianwang frowned:

"Wow, I actually know such a powerful person in the culinary world?"

Jiang Yan at the bottom patted her husband's arm, and said excitedly: "Oh, you didn't tell me when you participated in the show before. After the competition is over, I wonder if she can get me an autograph of Li Tianwang."

Luo Zijin who was next to him heard this, and looked in the direction of the two of them unexpectedly.

Only then did Cheng Dali realize that there was another person sitting next to him, and smiled at her a little embarrassedly, realizing that it was a girl who was wearing a mask and couldn't see clearly.

However, from the smooth skin on her forehead, the dark black eyebrows that are slightly lowered in front of her eyebrows and slightly raised at the peak, and the temperament revealed in the quiet eyes below, Cheng Dali can also see that the Even wearing a mask must be a beauty.

He couldn't keep staring at the other girl, but he couldn't restrain his heart, so he smiled politely at her, pointed to the direction on the stage, and said casually:

"The one who appeared just now is my daughter."

Luo Zijin cooperatively made a surprised expression, the corners of her lips covered under the mask raised, and a smile followed her eyes and brows, like creepers gradually covering a cool summer villa.

She followed the other party's words and asked, "Really?"

After a pause, Luo Zijin looked at the girl on the stage standing under the light in a dazzling white uniform, and then sighed, "She's really amazing."

Cheng Dali didn't know whose praise he had received, so he nodded happily, the pride in his heart finally had a place to express, and he felt much more at ease.

At the same time, I only heard Li Tianwang announce:

"There is only one theme in the finals tonight - the taste of home."

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Cheng Dali: This girl really has vision!

Luo Zijin: smile)