The True Young Miss Is A Spoiled Boss

Maybe it was because she was talking about the person she liked, the girl's eyes were very bright, like there was light.

Everyone listened very carefully, and no one spoke on the field.

"I asked An Lang if she would give me a hug if she recognized her in real life..."

Xing Jiu'an remembered that it was after the end of the game. There were many people on the field. She heard this sentence and didn't know who said it, but of course she could reply.

"She said yes."

"I said, can I replace the hug with a handshake? She said as long as you recognize it, I will."

"I've watched her more than a dozen games. From the first time she started performing, she didn't fall in every game. I also really hope to see her face under the mask..."

"Instructor Xing, you said, if I see her one day, will she admit her identity?"

At this moment, everyone looked at Xing Jiu'an.

The girl was a little nervous, but if she didn't ask now, she might not have a chance in the future.

It is impossible for Xing Jiu'an to perform for them every time at their request.

As for An Lang, she hadn't participated in a competition for more than a year. She even thought about whether An Lang would have given up hip-hop.

An Lang once said that she quit this line of business after she got enough trophies.

No one will think that An Lang is talking big!

Because she does have that power!

Right now, the girl is very nervous looking at Xing Jiu'an.

Others have guessed it and looked at Xing Jiu'an in surprise.

Some people who didn't know who An Lang was asked who An Lang was, and then they were given to Amway by those who knew something.

Over a dozen games, he won the championship again and again.

The gold content of each trophy you get is very high!

He is the undisputed king of hip-hop!

Xing Jiu'an sighed, "So that girl is you."

She didn't deny it, she admitted it.

Facing this girl, she showed a helpless and shallow smile, "I thought no one would know."

The girl had tears in her eyes, "I know of course I know, I've watched every game of yours, I've watched every video of yours no less than a hundred times, Ms. An Lang, I want to watch you become a god, I And did watch you become a god."

Xing Jiu'an walked over, took the tissue from someone else, said thank you, and handed it to the girl.

"What the hell, are you removing me from my membership?" she joked.

"I... I don't." The girl waved her hands again and again, and said embarrassedly, but she was extremely firm, "You, my god."

...

After returning home, Xing Jiu'an still couldn't forget the girl looking at him.

She had seen this look many times.

Each of her identities is her hobby.

She likes other people's screams, she has never felt real.

She seldom said anything on stage, and she never contacted fans, and the number of conversations with fans was pitiful.

She can see their excited and loving eyes when they look at her, and she will also be moved by it, but with so many identities, she will inevitably let go when she wants to rest.

She never thought that someone would like her for so long.

She suddenly found that she seemed to understand why Lin Feng was fond of his profession.

It turns out that the love of strangers, if they come unexpectedly, will also make people happy.

It turned out to be a very happy thing.