After dressing as a female match, I counterattacked

Chapter 57 Harm!tease her!

calm!calm!
Han Qingrang must be joking.

right!joke!Can't take it seriously!It's really not fun!
With her stiff neck, she slowly turned her head and looked towards the third deck on the left.

No one, not even his shadow.

Harmful!tease her!

But in the next second, she suddenly realized something and stared at the phone screen.

That sentence: I am the third deck on the left of your deck
???

Her booth?
The two chatted, she never said that she was in the club at this time, why did Han Qingrang mention the booth?
Zhiyun suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and stood up.

Seeing Zhiyun's flustered expression, Si Yiruo immediately stood up, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhiyun looked at Si Yiruo on the opposite side suspiciously, "Have you noticed that there are people around us?"

Si Yiruo was stunned: "There are many people around us!"

"..."

She asked that question like an idiot.

What the club lacks most is people, and there are many people coming and going.

Just when Zhiyun wondered if he was suspicious, his phone beeped and another message came.

Zhiyun clicked to take a look.

[Han Qingrang: Rest early, baby. 】

Seeing the news, Zhiyun breathed a sigh of relief, forgetting all the shock just now.

Why are you really scaring yourself.

Putting down her phone, she felt at ease talking with Si Yiruo.

"What are you thinking now?" Zhiyun asked him.

Si Yiruo was stunned for a moment, but only for a moment, and said with a smile: "Wanting and being able to do it are two different things."

"So while you give up on yourself, you want to grab a straw that is not reconciled?"

These words were too sharp, even the tone was sharp.

Si Yiruo's eyes flickered slightly, and an unspeakable loneliness appeared on his exquisite and beautiful face: "Sorry, it's my fault."

Zhiyun took the cup, touched the rim of his cup lightly, but didn't drink, "Some people think that macarons are not delicious because they have never eaten really delicious ones. It's not that you are bad, but that you You can stick to what you think you can do.”

"So I want to grab you at straws because you said you would help me."

Si Yiruo's words are straightforward and bold.

He looked directly at her, with a firm look in his eyes.

Zhiyun put down his cup and leaned back: "You are insisting, I see it, you are manic, I see it too."

"I'm not manic!!"

As soon as Si Yiruo heard the word mania, he became sensitive and tried his best to justify something.

Zhiyun sneered: "Look, you're manic again."

"I..." Si Yiruo choked, realizing his current state, he couldn't restrain himself.

Zhiyun said to him: "Everyone has potential energy, but it is easy to be covered by habits, blurred by time, and consumed by inertia. You are such an example."

"Then I..."

"It's a concert that's been sold out, so get ready."

"What, what?"

Si Yiruo looked at Zhiyun in shock.

Zhiyun answered her: "You were born as a singer. The so-called starting all over again does not mean standing up from where you fell, but giving up everything you had before, returning to your budding state, and starting all over again in the true sense."

"But I... haven't sung for a long time."

Si Yiruo was very worried about his singing skills.

It is true that he was born a singer, but he is not a professional singer.

Many years ago, he made his debut in a singer group. Among the sixteen, he was discovered by Song Qian because of his outstanding appearance, signed his first TV series and became popular officially.

(End of this chapter)