My brother is not a good person

A young girl's mind can never be understood.

Chuya Nakahara, who failed to guess again, had a big question mark on his head.

He asked very naturally, "What surprise?"

"Only at the right time, the right place, and the right people, these three elements will form a 'surprise'." Raisha walked forward, "If you say it now, the effect will not be great. It's that good."

Sure enough, if you ask, you will not get the result.

Zhong Yuanzhong followed closely behind, "Has the time for your competition been set? I should always know the time and place?"

Turning half a circle, Laisha also walked backwards facing Zhong Yuanzhong who was following behind her.

She spread her hands to the sides, frowned pretendingly, pretending to be helpless and angry.

"There's really no way around this... I don't know very well either."

"Except for the Asian Open held in Saitama on October [-]th, the time of the Grand Prix and the finals will be announced together with the groups."

Miss Champion casually crossed her waist.

"But it must be October and November. By then, there will be no time in the middle school, right?"

Seeing that Mr. Cadre was about to speak, she immediately put her index finger in front of her lips.

"Don't say 'no time,' and don't say 'maybe.'"

"Zhong also promised me."

"So even if you don't have time at that time, make time for me!"

Mr. Cadre nodded dumbfoundingly, and at the same time pulled her to complete the remaining half circle, "There must be time, your feet are not well yet, be careful to fall again."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Laisha calmed down and walked ahead obediently.

As she walked, she listened to Nakahara Chuya's follow-up questions.

"If you are going to compete in Saitama, when do you plan to leave Yokohama?"

this question...

Nahan raised her eyebrows, and Laisha turned her head and blamed: "Saitama and Yokohama are not too far away, why do we have to go there long in advance? It is enough to go on the afternoon of the 3rd."

Then she raised her chin and looked at Nakahara Chuya.

"If you ask me this way, is it possible that Chuya really wants me to leave Yokohama early?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also choked, not knowing what to say, he could only shake his head in denial.

Originally, the time she could stay in Japan was very short.Once she left Yokohama, there would be little reason for him to see her in real life.

Naturally, there was no reason to expect her to leave.

After finally winning the round, Laisha was not prepared to continue picking bones in the egg.

She shuttled slowly through the crowd, as light as the wind.

"But it's time for me to look at the ice rink in Yokohama. As soon as the sprain heals, I'll resume training on the ice. It won't work without a suitable venue."

"About the venue..." Zhong Yuan paused, "If there is no special request, it has already been rented."

On the day she came to Yokohama, whether it was the training ground or the support staff such as nutritionists, the Port Mafia had already prepared.

It's just that the hero who prepared these was not him, but mackerel.

Mr. Cadre suddenly smacked his lips uncomfortably.

If I knew this would happen, I should have taken over all related work.

Being involved with a mackerel is always so unpleasant.

After hearing this, Miss Champion was not in the mood to go to the aquarium anymore.

She tugged at the sleeves of the person next to her, and blinked obediently.

"Zhongye?" The girl paused, "Is Zhongye listening too?"

Seeing the boy cast a puzzled look at her, she smiled obediently.

"When we finish the aquarium, take me to see the ice rink, okay?"

After a few seconds of silence, Zhongyuan Zhong also helplessly supported his forehead, "Okay, I know that figure skating is your true love. When are you going to pass here?"

"How can you say that? I like Chuya too!"

Laisha retorted immediately, and then opened the corners of her mouth embarrassingly.

"But if Zhong doesn't mind, of course the sooner the better."

Knew it would be the answer.

Walking out of the undersea tunnel, Mr. Cadre unfolded the navigation map.

"It looks like the exit should go in this direction."

As he spoke, he looked left and right, and stretched out his hand to Laisha after confirming the direction.

"Let's go." The boy shrugged, "Go and see if you like that ice rink."

They are all the same standard size, who likes or dislikes this statement?

Raisha lowered her head and stared at the lines on his gloves, her mind suddenly went blank.

What is the standard size of the venue for figure skating?

By the way, it seems to be from 56×26 to 60×30.

After struggling to regain the IQ of running away from home, Miss Champion patted his hand pretending to be calm.

She cleared her throat, and her tone was full of contented happiness, "Then let's go."

Of course she knew that it was capricious, impolite, and annoying to do so.

But even so, he agreed, didn't he?

This shows what?

It means that she can be more annoying and difficult to deal with next time!

This good mood lasted until I returned to the apartment from the ice rink.

After dinner, Laisha, who was lying on the bed, felt a little bit of guilt belatedly.

But at this level, it is not enough to ask her to apologize.

However, another way to make amends should be better than an apology.

Raisha clicked on a certain twitter on her home page, slipped into the audio room thoughtfully and stared at the record rack for a long time.

That's right, this band has the most complete album version.

She lowered her head and followed Twitter to find the corresponding ins and Youtube.

Back in the guest bedroom, Miss Champion took out the earphones and clicked on the video.

The slow and sharp rock music beat the eardrums, and the Canadian figure skating men's singles player, Jean-Jacques Leroy, nicknamed "JJ", opened his voice with the lead singer of the band.

She seems to have seen this guy's younger sister during the competition, although the impression is not very deep...

But there should be contact information, right?

The girl turned over and lay down on the bed, and found the person named "Jersey Leroy" from the category [People I Know].

[Raisha: Is it Zessie? Did JJ collaborate with a world-class rock band for this year's short program selection "Theme of KING JJ"? ]

The Canadian girl holding a mobile phone rubbed her sleepy eyes.

As soon as I saw the letter's note, all the sleepy people ran away in a fright.

[Jersey:! ! !Is it Raya? !real? !You didn't delete my contact information!This is actually real! ]

He was so surprised that his brain and hands didn't cooperate at all, and he finally uttered a long paragraph of words that had nothing to do with the question Raisha asked.

Looking at the text that had already been read as "read", Zessie just wanted to turn back the time and go back to before she pressed the send button.

Suppressing the embarrassment, she finally ignored the text she sent and responded in a well-regulated manner.

[Jersey: Brother, he not only reached a cooperation with that band this year, but also participated in their tour this off-season.Is there anything Laya wants to find him?I will definitely help! ]

[Raisha: Rather than saying that I want to find him, it is better to say that I am more interested in this band.Would it be convenient for me to contact your brother?Thanks Zessy OvO]

Hugging the phone, Zessie rolled on the bed, then hurriedly hooked up her slippers, and rushed to JJ.

"Brother! Your sister is only one short of you from being successful in chasing stars! So you must help me!"

After all, the girl shoved the mobile phone in front of the other party's eyes, and it sounded a little choked up.

"Look, brother, Laya can still use OvO! She has never used it when tweeting!"

Hearing this, JJ took the phone and looked at it, and laughed loudly: "I am the only one in the world who can achieve this kind of dream cooperation with a world-class rock band!"

After returning the mobile phone to his sister, he crossed his arms and looked at her brightly.

"Does she want the band's autograph or a ticket for the tour? No matter what it is, I can get it for you. But this year's tour has no plans for performances in Russia. If you want to see a live performance, I'm afraid you can only take a plane to other countries."

According to JJ's words, Zessie sent a reply to Raisha truthfully.

It didn't take long before she continued to ask: "She said it was for her friends in Japan, not for herself. Although she said it would be fine just to sign the album, I don't think it's okay. It's the first time I gave my idol Help, or this kind of favor that needs to be given as a gift, must not be so simple."

The girl stared at JJ with burning eyes.

"So do you have any shows in Japan?"

"In Japan..." JJ recalled holding his chin, "I don't remember any tour arrangements."

Seeing his sister's face turn from sunny to cloudy in a second, he let out a series of bursts of laughter.

"However, this year's Fuji Music Festival still sent an invitation to the band, and the lead singer asked me if I would like to go together."

After finally laughing enough, JJ stretched out two fingers: "Two three-day package tickets for the Fuji Music Festival, and each of them will sign their names, how about it? Is it enough for your brother?"

Tickets for two music festivals are not expensive.

What is really valuable is that there will be full signatures on it.

Tears filled Zessie's eyes and asked Laisha for her address, while nodding her head in conviction: "Yes, brother, you are so interesting, thank you, thank you!"

The next day, she sent out the signed tickets.

After more than ten days of waiting, Laisha got the express mail from the front desk of the ice rink.

She glanced at the date on the ticket, and then sent a message to the guy whose original name was "PR Officer" and now "Osamu Dazai".

[Raisha: Mr. Dazai, please be sure to leave Chuya with me from July 7th to July 26th, and don’t arrange work for him. ]

[Osamu Dazai: How can Ms. Dostoevskaya be sure that I can help you? ]

[Raisha: Don’t talk nonsense, I think it’s okay.And even if I'm not sure what your purpose is, I can be sure that you will definitely help me. ]

Seeing the other party's confident reply, the young mafia leader couldn't help laughing.

[Osamu Dazai: In that case, I naturally cannot live up to Miss's trust. ]

After locking the phone, he looked at Chuya Nakahara, who had just finished his work report.

Mr. Cadre saw his spine tremble, frowned and said in disgust: "Why are you looking at me with such disgusting eyes?"

"Oh, I don't want to see it either." Osamu Dazai raised his hand to cover his eyes, "I just watched it for a short while, and I feel like my eyes are going to be covered with slug mucus."

Seeing that the other party was on the verge of getting angry, he immediately used his shield: "Is it really okay for Chuya to leave Miss Dostoevskaya alone on the ice rink for so long?"

The fist that was about to raise the table to hit the table paused in mid-air.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath, and finally slammed the door and left.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Nakahara finally understood why mackerel looked at him that way.