The Studious Goddess Is Not To Be Provoked

Lu Zhanyu had handsome eyebrows and eyes, and looked at her with warm eyes at this moment.

Cheng Lisha stared into his eyes, and saw her own reflection from inside. Looking at it, her heart was beating like a drum, and her cheeks were burning hot unconsciously.

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

She didn't expect that the person she kissed in a hurry last time was Xia Weian's deskmate! Although it was her first kiss that time, she didn't care about it because she was in a hurry, but when they met again, there were strange waves in her heart, so that she, who was always open and cheerful, turned into this delicate and shy look.

Listening to Lu Zhanyu and Xia Weian chatting and laughing happily, if it were normal, how could her voice be rare in this kind of occasion, she is so cowardly now!

Shaking her head vigorously, she told herself that although she took advantage of that person, he didn't remember her at all, so why should she bother with others, and blushing in a heartbeat here!

So, taking a deep breath to shake off those useless emotions, she raised her head and joined their conversation without any waves in her eyes.

Only then did I realize that they were discussing the "God of Masked Singer"!

"Contestant No. 33 has a unique voice. If you choose a good song, it will not be difficult to advance to the next round. Contestant No. 52 seems to be a student of a music academy. He has a solid foundation and has mastered many skills. It should be no problem. There are also No. 61, 65 Number……"

Lu Zhanyu analyzed the current situation, but he didn't expect Xia Weian to ask suddenly: "What about you? Are you confident to advance?"

When she asked, Cheng Lisha's gaze froze on Lu Zhanyu. Could it be that he also participated in the "God of Masked Singer" competition?

She stared, this kid could be her favorite No. 88 male god, right?

"Me?" Lu Zhanyu seemed to have heard some joke, "I'm running for the championship, promotion or something, it's a piece of cake!"

Lu Zhanyu's self-confidence is not offensive, but rather convincing, as if he can do what he says!

"Well, can I ask silently, what is your number?"

Cheng Lisha interjected with a smile, looking at Lu Zhanyu expectantly.

Originally they had signed a non-disclosure agreement, and even Xia Weian only knew that he was participating in the competition, but didn't know his number. Now when Cheng Lisha asked him, he instinctively refused to answer, but when his eyes met Cheng Lisha's expectant eyes , by a strange coincidence, I stretched out my right index finger and thumb to make an "eight".

There is no No. 8 in this competition, but there are several players with No. 8 who have advanced, No. 38, No. 68, No. 88, and No. 98.

She subconsciously blurted out: "88?"

Lu Zhanyu nodded, and Cheng Lisha's heart beat uncontrollably again. She quickly took a sip of water to suppress it, and the cold water entered her stomach to calm down for a while.

"Look at your blushing, could it be his little fan girl?"

Seeing that Cheng Lisha reacted abnormally, Xia Weian joked. Unexpectedly, Cheng Lisha blushed even more, she raised her head as if trying to cover up, and said, "I am his little fan girl, idol, please sign me."

She wanted to find a piece of paper, but she didn't have it anywhere, and finally took out a crumpled five yuan bill from her pocket. She put it on the table and smoothed it with the palm of her hand, then pointed to the blank space and said, "Sign here." Bar!"

five yuan?

Lu Zhanyu was inexplicably thinking of the five yuan that the aunt who kissed him last time gave him an arc. He took out a pen from his bag, and signed his name directly on Cheng Lisha's white short-sleeved jacket.