Goddess of Net King VS Goddess

Legs overlapped gracefully, Keigo Atobe changed into a comfortable posture, probably because no outsiders were present, his long eyelashes were half covered, like a cheetah satiated after a full meal, with a lazy expression, "Yes Is there any news about that girl?"

Ji Ya was startled, and then a smile slowly emerged from the corner of her mouth, "Atobe, have I ever told you that I admire you very much"?

"Well, there are a lot of people who worship me, and you are the only one." Uncle Atobe tapped his knees in boredom, and didn't even bother to raise his eyebrows at Ji Ya's obvious flattering words.

"I've heard a beautiful ancient Chinese poem called 'Shoude Yunkai sees the moonlight', and I think I'm about to reach this level." Ji Ya caressed the edge of the cup with her fingers, a faint smile on her lips, His eyes were a little blurred.

"I don't know, I thought you were thinking about spring." Uncle Atobe complained unceremoniously.

Ji Ya raised her eyes resentfully, "Ming Ya is my life."

Pinching the straight bridge of the nose with his fingers, Atobe Keigo felt a little helpless: "You have to have a limit when you love a younger sister..."

Ji Ya twitched a bit, "But Ming Ya was brought up by me, and she is cute, why don't I like her..."

"You give me almost a little."

After a moment of silence, Ji Ya looked at Keigo Atobe's incomparably handsome face, and smiled narrowly: "Speaking of which, we, Ming Ya, almost became your fiancee."

Atobe Keigo paused for a moment with the hand pinching the bridge of his nose, then put it down as if nothing had happened, and said in a calm voice: "Oh? But as far as I know, the two playful mothers-to-be were married with their belly, but you are Sisters, but this uncle is the only one, so he gave up the so-called marriage contract. If the marriage contract counts, it should be that your sister is the fiancee of the uncle. How can you be sure that the mother of the uncle back then? Do you mean your sister?"

After Atobe pointed it out, Ji Ya tilted her body, leaned comfortably on the soft sofa back, and smiled cheekily: "Hey, because Mingya has a little meaning for you."

Atobe raised his eyebrows: "Oh? My uncle didn't see it."

"Our Mingya is reserved." Ji Ya said modestly.

"Then how did you find out?"

Proud: "Mingya was brought up by me alone!"

"Enough, you are only a few minutes older than her."

"Well, but I have been taking care of Mingya since I was sensible, so we, Mingya, were raised by my sister!"

"..." Forget it, what kind of nerve knots does his uncle have to compete with such a dead-headed child? It's not gorgeous, it's not gorgeous.

"By the way, how do you feel about Ming Ya?" Ji Ya approached and asked cautiously.

Although the two families live far away, thanks to the deep affection of the parents of the two families, the sisters Aragaki and the young master Atobe spent a lot of time together when they were young. Since then, Mingya has always been cool about this. The cool young master showed full interest, but Jiya, who considered himself an old man, and Keigo Atobe, who was also precocious, always didn't call.

Atobe Keigo cast a sideways glance at a sister who had a heart of a mother-in-law, and said lazily: "How does Senior Aragaki feel about you?"

Ji Ya thought about the question that was so wrong, and she understood, then she lowered her head regretfully: "Luo Hua intends to be ruthless."

Atobe Keigo simply closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Guessing that it was almost time, Ji Ya got up to say goodbye, walked to the door, turned back while holding the door frame, and said with a smile: "Want to listen to my singing?"

Atobe Keigo looked at Ji Ya with the eyes of "Are you an idiot?" "I am the supervisor and special VIP of this competition."

"Oh, see you later." Ji Ya rubbed her nose embarrassingly, and walked away in despair.

At the door of the dressing room, Hitomi Ozawa, who had already finished her dressing, saw the appearance of Ji Ya, whom no one could find anywhere, raised her brows, strode forward, grabbed Ji Ya's collar boldly, and pulled Ji Ya by the collar with a strong posture. The child twisted in his hand was dragged to the dressing room.

Ji Ya was struggling under Ozawa Hitomi's hands, "Tong, Hitomi, I can't breathe..."

"It's just right if you can't breathe. If you can't see it, you don't need to look for you!" Hitomi Ozawa said harshly, but the movements of his hands quietly slowed down a little.

Ji Ya was happy in her heart, but she pretended to be sad and said: "Poor me, the most precious thing is this voice. If you are so choked by Tong, how can you explain to everyone if you can't get on stage?"

Hitomi Ozawa turned his head abruptly, with a fierce look in his eyes, "You threaten me"?

Ji Ya flicked an orchid finger, shyly: "I hate it, I'm just stating the facts."

Hitomi Ozawa turned his back and retched, "Jiya, I admit defeat."

Ji Ya stopped her coy gesture, stretched out her hand to rub Hitomi Ozawa's face a few times, and said with a smile: "Titomi, you still have a lot of room for improvement."

Hitomi Ozawa stared at Ji Yashi's back as she stepped into the dressing room with puffy eyes, and after a while, she realized something and howled angrily: "Nimma, Ji Ya, you messed up my makeup!"

Yukimura Seiichi, who was supposed to enter after the official opening of the theater as the venue, unexpectedly appeared backstage, and then he saw Aragaki Kiya who had finished her stage makeup.

The bangs that always covered the forehead softly in the past are now combed up, revealing a small and smooth forehead, and a pair of slender willow eyebrows are painted black and three-dimensional. The slightly thick smoky makeup and clear eyeliner make Ji Ya's pair of beautiful His eyes were sharp and deep, completely different from his usual gentleness and softness.

"What's the matter, is it ugly?" It seems that Yukimura's appearance was expected, so Ji Ya didn't show any surprise, but just looked at the person in front of him for a long time, but finally couldn't stand his unclear stare, and opened his mouth asked a little nervously.

Yukimura suddenly came back to his senses, and smiled with his lips: "No, it's very beautiful, but I haven't seen you like this before, so I was stunned for a while."

You are telling the truth, Ji Ya pouted.

He lowered his head and straightened the black jacket prepared for the lead singer on his body, straightened the necklace hanging around his neck, and said, "This is to match the style of the music, but this is not the first time I have tried this style."

"Oh~~~ Then I really missed a lot." Yukimura said regretfully.

"Huh?" Ji Ya raised her eyes in surprise, and was about to ask the meaning of the sentence just now, when she was interrupted by a scream, "Oh my god, Ji Ya, is this really you?"

Hitomi Ozawa's eyes widened in disbelief. After finishing her makeup, she was dragged to the stage by her companions so that when she saw Ji Ya's new appearance, her eyes were firmly glued to Ji Ya's body, looking at the strange woman in front of her eyes. The child looked up and down, with that expression that he wished he could use his hands to turn her over and over for a comprehensive observation.

Ji Ya curled her lips, "It's not me, who else could it be? I just changed my makeup, not my gender. How can you not recognize me?"

"Jiya, you are really suitable for black. If you were a goddess of pure white before, then you can be called a queen of darkness now. You are glamorous, noble and independent, really awesome!" Ozawa Hitomi praised , showing a proud thumbs up.

"Excuse me, are you a third-rate novelist, saying such sour words?" Ji Ya rubbed her arms, feeling a little unbearable for such a protruding friend.

Hitomi Ozawa shook his head indifferently, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, switched to selfie mode, reached out to wrap his arms around Ji Ya's shoulder, and put his head on it intimately, "Come on, Eggplant".

Ji Ya bared her snow-white teeth, smiling with crooked eyebrows.

After the photo was taken, Hitomi Ozawa immediately abandoned her friend and went to the corner with her mobile phone to fiddle with something. Ji Ya turned her head helplessly, but was facing a dark lens.

"Senior, you sneak attack again!"

"This is the real thing", Yukimura shook the camera in his hand, took a step forward and stared into Ji Ya's eyes, "Did you dazzle your eyes just now?"

Blinking to disperse the mist inside, Ji Ya fiddled with the long false eyelashes, and said with a smile: "As long as the makeup is not worn off, it will be fine."

The big hand stroked the back of Ji Ya's head habitually, the tenderness in Yukimura's eyes was still clearly visible in the slightly dim backstage, "I will cheer for you below."

Ji Yabi made an "OK" gesture.

In the noisy dressing room, everyone is discussing the special guests during the intermission.

"Do you still need to guess? If you think about it with your appendix, you can tell that Li Haida's guest must be Senior Yanyue." Ozawa Hitomi looked confident.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"So, do you have any news about other schools?" Band leader Taketa asked.

"I don't know much about the others, but if it's the Ice Emperor, it's usually that young master." The lead singer Mae Chuan Dao, who looks excited but has a sweet voice, even blushes obviously because of the mention of that person. The light blush is as attractive as a ripe peach.

Ji Ya shook her head, thoughtfully, "It shouldn't be him, he is the supervisor and special guest of this competition, so he can't play to cheer for his school."

"That's right." Hitomi Ozawa held his chin, and suddenly looked at Ji Ya with a treacherous look, and said quietly, "Jiya, you are so sure, do you know some gossip? Or, are you just following the trail?" The big and the young have a lot to do with each other"?

"It's more than that, we almost reached the point of discussing marriage." Ji Ya said solemnly, sitting upright with her back straight.

"Oh my God!" There was a uniform gasp. On the one hand, everyone was shocked that the relationship between the two was so deep, and at the same time held a skeptical attitude towards Ji Ya's frankness.

Hitomi Ozawa's eyes widened, "No, Ji Ya, what you said is not true."If it is true, then how much secret did she unintentionally dig up? If senior Yukimura finds out, thinking of that man's magnificent smile, Hitomi Ozawa shrank her neck unconsciously, feeling a kind of regret Unreachable feeling.

Under everyone's eager gaze, Ji Yala pulled her hair and said innocently: "Of course it's fake."

"What..." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief while feeling lost.Fortunately, this one has nothing to do with that superior young master, otherwise how would they explain to Mr. Yukimura.

Hitomi Ozawa was especially relaxed, patted his chest with a look of displeasure, "Then why were you talking nonsense just now?"!

Ji Ya poked her cheek, showing a mean smile, "I'm not here to comfort your gossip-hungry heart."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and it was Hitomi Ozawa who finally rolled up his sleeves, showing a ferocious expression, "How dare you tease everyone and ask for a beating if you haven't hit the house for three days!"

Ji Ya turned around to hide.

This is the most difficult time to wait for the stage, so some things need to be done to adjust the atmosphere. Ji Ya never minded using herself as a joke to let everyone relax.