A broken waist warning from a god judge

Because he had to wait for Qingran's analysis report on the development direction of swords, Fu Sangshen had a few more days to catch his breath before going to the guillotine.

"It's better to give me a good time."

Sitting in the courtyard of Izumi Mori Kanesada, Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki was very tormented: "Being an idol or something doesn't suit me at all."

Compared with idols, Mutsu Mamoru thinks that he is better than hosting some agricultural programs.

With a turban and straw sandals, he looks like an old farmer working in the fields in minutes, but he looks younger and more handsome than a real farmer.

"That's not certain."

Horikawa Kunihiro knelt beside Izumi Mori, holding a teacup and drinking tea slowly, he looked at the cherry blossom petals falling from time to time in the courtyard, his whole body was leisurely and leisurely: "The judge has her own thoughts .”

The implication is that even if you want to transform again, you have to be an official idol for a period of time first.

"Besides, what if Mr. Mutsu Mori falls in love with this job."

"Just like Mr. Jian, although he said no, but in private..."

Izumi Mamoru rushed over to cover Horikawa's mouth: "Don't say such things outside, okay?"

Izumi Mori Kanesada, who is good at accepting new things, has long gone to see the performance of the most popular idol group STRISH.

The star in the middle of the name of this combination made Izumi Shou baffled, just like this name composed of English letters, it seemed cool, but he couldn't tell what it was.

But none of this matters.

The most important thing is that when he secretly followed the video to learn to dance "True Love 1000%", Horikawa showed him the real thing.

Thinking about the same stiff scene after being discovered, the two of them were inside the door and outside the door, and now they still feel a bit embarrassed.

"Can't you tell me?"

Horikawa Kunihiro looked regretful: "Mr. Kane obviously dances very well."

He's not a fan who covers his eyes and blows rainbow farts. It is precisely because he feels the seriousness of Izumi Mamoru's dance that he hopes that the other party will not give up what he really wants because of the opinions of his colleagues.

"That dance is not difficult."

Izumi Mamoru, who was praised, muttered: "It's a little difficult to change the formation, but I wrote it down after watching it two or three times."

Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki expressed shock.

"I didn't expect you, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, to be such a person in private."

With indescribable emotion, he patted Izumi Mori's shoulder with his big hand: "Since you are so interested, then you must work hard at that time."

"I am very sure of that."

Izumi Mamoru turned his head in a little embarrassment.

In fact, he didn't really want other people to know his idea - when everyone else was thinking about how to escape the arrangement of the god judge, he was the only one who wanted to accept it.

Too out of gregarious, even a little embarrassing in it.

But the feeling of being affirmed by others is so wonderful.

"Ah Izumi Mamoru, you are here!"

California Kiyomitsu rushed in from the corner, and stopped beside Izumi Mori with a sliding step: "I've got someone to rehearse!"

"Got it, I'll be there right away."

Efforts to relax can't compare to Qingguang's magnanimous posture, and Izumi Mori suddenly felt that his previous entanglements were all in his head: "Who is so unlucky-no, I mean, you have found someone."

"I, you, An Ding."

This is only three.

"There are still Urashima and Mukichi, and there is no one left to fill the last vacancy."

"Can you add me?"

Kunihiro Horikawa raised his hand: "It sounds interesting, add me."

"OK, that's exactly six people."

California Qingguang was also very happy, dragging Izumi Mori and Horikawa to the direction of the training room.

Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki was left sitting alone, drinking tea quietly.

'In my case, what should I do? '

He couldn't help thinking about it.

On the other hand, those "elderly people" who were not very willing to twist their waists and swing their hips did not give up this last chance to struggle.

"I don't have much interest in being courted by others."

Mikayue Zongjin's words set the tone for the conversation.

Yingmaru said that Mikazuki was right, but Tsurumaru Kuninaga felt that after being exposed to the spotlight, it would be inconvenient to tease others.

"Compared to this, after debuting, you won't be as free as you are now."

Mustache leaned obliquely on the beanbag sofa, half of himself sank in it: "It's not that easy to be an idol, there are a lot of things to consider after debut."

What popularity, what position, what fans...

After accumulating enough popularity, you have to consider the issue of transformation and find your own future development direction.

At the same time, there are still hidden rules and regulations in the entertainment industry.

"What if I'm under unspoken rules?" Higashiki yawned, and proposed a terrible idea, "I might hack the other party to death."

"The interrogator is going to send you to court." San Riyue said bluntly.

Xiaohuwan agrees, this is indeed something Yunjin can do.

"Then let brother Maru go."

The younger brother earns money to support the family, and the elder brother is as beautiful as a flower, which sounds good.

"Stop dreaming."

Kenmaru glared at the imageless brother: "If you don't go, why should I go to that kind of place."

"Hey, hey, don't say it, I seem to ask you to do something dirty."

After listening to Yun Jin, he felt that his personality was insulted: "The firm standing behind you was jointly founded by Atobe and Akashi, even if he wants to mess with you, he has to consider whether he can afford it. "

"That is to say, how can this situation exist?"

Akashi managed to open his eyelids that were glued together: "It's so annoying...can I not apply."

"So resistance within a reasonable range is fine."

Yun Jin made an OK gesture, ignoring Akashi's appeal: "If you want to make money, make money with conscience, this is one of my life mottos."

"There are too many life mottos for the God Judge, I doubt you made them up."

Tsurumaru leaned on his cheeks, with a gloomy expression on his face: "Compared to jumping into the entertainment circle, I want to play outside happily and freely."

"Let's be honest first."

Shrugging, Yun Jin pointed her finger: "You are being followed one-on-one now, if something goes wrong, you will be forcibly recruited."

Compared with being active in the front line of battle, this kind of contact with the outside world like playing is more suitable for concealing one's true intentions.

Hearing the invisible hand that Yunjin said, the swordsmen could only suppress their dissatisfaction and try to understand—what a ghost!

Who is going to tolerate such unreasonable demands, because they have signed a contract with the people of other countries, so they can only turn themselves into a harmless object, waiting to be bullied?

"It's said that he was bullied, but in fact he didn't."

Yun Jin tilted her head: "Everyone is trying their best to make a living, tolerate each other, whether it's you or me, anyway, they are all squeezed cabbages, so there should be more common language."

The eyes of the Fusangshen became resentful.

"Did I said wrong thing?"

Little Hammer looked back without guilt: "Hurry up and think about what you want to do."

If you make a choice any later, you will be thrown into the empty seats that no one has chosen.

Qingran, who promised to give an analysis report, did not slow down.

According to the average market speed, she called out a report above the excellent line, and also received three times the market price.

"It's great to eat a big family."

Satisfied, she touched the orange cat snoring on her lap, and Qingran ordered a lot of canned cat food and snacks.

Before she came, she knew that people in the Caomo family who had been cursed for generations were not very happy.

The description of not being happy is a bit too much. To be precise, everyone is exhausted.

The "god" who is hysterical and doesn't know how to get along with others, the zodiac who is panicked and wants to escape, and the cat on his leg who is excluded from the zodiac but also bears a curse... …

Do cats really have a chance to be included in the Chinese zodiac?For cats, one tiger is enough.

That being said, Ke Qingran's movements of stroking the cat are still skillful.

"Is it the same for everyone else besides you?"

Qing Ran, who thought she could see something transformed in a second, was a little disappointed: "When hugged by an ordinary opposite sex, it will turn back into an animal form. Besides, it can only attract animals of the same kind."

If you sing twice while attracting, wouldn't it be the same as Disney's princess?

Unsurprisingly, weak.

Unexpectedly, remarkably weak.

"If you are taken away like this, you will be accused of illegal use of child labor."

Among my subordinates, Yunjin's lolita face is enough.

Although everyone knew that Yun Jin was an astonishingly old monster, there were many people who complained about Qing Ran's face.

"Meow?"

Cao Mo rolled over on Qing Ran's lap, revealing her soft belly, waiting for her to touch her.

"It's so cute and super cute."

What to do if you want to steal home.

Qing Ran has already considered the matter of secretly taking Cao Mojia away.

But she gave up in the end, and put the soft kitty back into the room where he stayed before, and left a slight demonic power as the location for the next teleportation.

Allowing a baby who is only two or three years old to live in such a place... The Soma family really don't want to be human.

Who would be better to visit next?Qing Ran thought.

The light that jumped out from the ground melted into Qingran's fingertips, and she walked in the blind corner of the surveillance, as if she had entered the land of no one in the heavily guarded Kusama house.

She is like a player who has obtained the strategy in advance, and knows the next step of development very well.

In this way, Qing Ran smoothly walked to the door of the "God" of Cao Mo's house, that is, Cao Mo's house.

"Who, who is..."

Behind the paper door came a faint, almost inaudible sound.

"I'm a dream elf."

Saying the shameful name without any sense of shame, Qingran gently opened the paper door, and met the miserable Cao Moyingren.

"Hello, cutie."

She squatted down and smiled at the other party.