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"Let's do this." Fujiwara Chika came closer, looked at Xing Yuanhui seriously and said, "First do this and then do this..."

Apart from the eyes and the mouth, he could see nothing but the fluffy ball of yarn.

I have to admit that Xing Yuanhui has lost his invincible observation ability, and the only message left in his mind is "Why should I play with her like this?"

He was in a trance for a long time, until Fujiwara Chika finished speaking, and seeing that Xing Yuanhui didn't respond, he patted him again, which brought Xing Yuanhui's soul back.

"Okay, no problem." Xing Yuanhui answered immediately.

Anyway, I heard the sentence "I'll be the host and you'll be the photographer waiting on the side", so to round it off, you come to c and I'll take a look.

At this moment, Fujiwara Chika's cell phone rang. After taking out her phone and turning on the screen to confirm, she nodded solemnly to Xing Yuanhui.

The boy understood immediately and immediately put away his phone and notebook and began to look at the camera carefully.

Although I haven't used such professional stuff, as long as I don't bump into anything and am gentle, it should be fine, right?

This was borrowed from those two diehard fans of Kaguya because they wanted to get information about Kaguya last time. If it breaks... I have to buy another one as compensation, which is quite troublesome.

The director of the drama club came from a distance: "Ogino-san! You've come just in time. Someone is waiting for you in the dressing room at the back. They want to interview you."

"Huh? Interview? So sudden?"

"It's really sudden..." The minister's voice suddenly became much softer, and even though the locker room door was open, it was impossible to hear what they were saying outside.

But the Minister is one of ours. Do you dare to disobey me who has the warrant of the Shinomiya family? !

Xing Yuanhui recalled the careful teachings of the duo from the news department. After confirming the status of the camera according to the procedure, he touched his chin which was held by the mask.

"By the way, Senior, your true face is hidden anyway, why don't you come up with a fake name?"

The Arctic Avenger smiled brightly, his teeth looking especially white against the black mask.

"Eh?! Now? Ogino-san is walking this way!"

Fujiwara Chika, who was tapping her fingers to think about the steps of the interview, suddenly turned her head and looked at Xing Yuanhui in disbelief.

In response, the boy just silently gave her a thumbs up again, encouraging her with this behavior.

In the corridor, Ogino looked at the crack in the door, but politely grabbed the handle and knocked. Only after getting a response did he push the door.

"Hello, I'm Ogino. Do you want to interview me?" He nodded stiffly and greeted.

Ogino would never admit that he was frightened by the two terrorists.

"Yes! Hello!" Fujiwara Chika was still troubled by the fake name, and her words were full of entanglement, "I, I, I... Just call me Xingyuan classmate!"

There was a sound of violent coughing behind the camera.

I asked you to come up with a pseudonym, but I didn't ask you to use my name!

Without giving Xing Yuanhui a chance to retaliate on the spot, Fujiwara Chika pretended to be reasonable and said:

"Well, we are a self-media, so the questions we want to ask may be quite pointed. Is that okay? Ogino-san can refuse if she wants."

In fact, Ogino was quite willing to be interviewed. He had grown up under the spotlight and even adults could find no fault with his performance. How difficult could a mere student be?

But there is always someone better than you. The moment he opened the door, he had to admit that he was frightened by the two "terrorists" inside.

The effect of this show of power made him hesitate whether to accept the interview. Before coming, the minister had whispered in his ear, full of concern from a senior to a junior:

"Although these two people may seem strange, their backgrounds are extraordinary! If you can seize this opportunity, you'd better not give up!"

All we can say is that the minister went to great lengths to ensure that Ogino wasn't scared away by the two men's strange behavior.

Watching Ogino walk into the locker room and close the door, the minister who was outside visiting and concerned about the situation breathed a sigh of relief - my acting skills are still better!

Alas, in the end, school is also a small society, and in order to climb up, some necessary compromises are still necessary.

Ogino thought in his heart that a great man should not bear grudges against a small man.

"Of course, host, I'm a seasoned veteran out there, right?" Ogino said in what he thought was a humorous tone.

"Okay! Let's get started!" Fujiwara Chika signaled Xing Yuanhui to start recording, took out a notebook and asked, "I heard that Ogino-san got into a fight in the third year of junior high school, and blood was seen at the scene. Can you explain this?"

Ogino frowned slightly: "Well... everyone has their moments of impulse, whether it's me or another classmate, let the past be the past. I have already forgiven that classmate, right?"

So generous.

"Then why did you break up with Otomo, who was said to be the trigger, some time after that incident? It was obviously because of emotional disputes that triggered these events, right? According to the way the TV series is filmed, shouldn't the subsequent development be a lifelong couple?"

Ogino smiled calmly. He had been asked about this too many times during that period. "After that incident, I reflected on myself. Was it because I was not perfect enough and could not get the blessings of others? If the relationship between me and Otomo would become the fuse of something, then I..."

This saintly look is so fake.

"But, according to our information, some entertainment reporters seemed to be hyping up your news during that period. Does this mean that your breakup with Otomo is not that simple?" Fujiwara Chika made the first move.

So sharp? What kind of self-media? You are a paparazzi!

Looking at the camera flashing red, Ogino knew that he was in trouble this time. The minister also said that these two people were not ordinary people, and his father might not be able to suppress them...

His expression changed slightly, and he covered it up by saying, "Since you have heard about this matter, you must also know my explanation to the outside world, right? It's just my sister."

"But recently, there have been rumors that you are trying to get closer to the famous idol Shiranui?" Fujiwara Chika stabbed a second time.

This is indeed a piece of gossip. The reporter who recorded this news was drunk by Quan Jing before he could hand the manuscript to the editor-in-chief. I don’t know if he can still write this manuscript.

Ogino was a little nervous, and wanted to ease the atmosphere, so he forced a smile and said, "Since it's gossip, it can't be trusted. You know, those gossip reporters never pay attention to the truth, they like to play tricks, use information asymmetry to deceive the public, and win traffic."

He then said, trying to control the pace of the conversation: "Why don't I also provide some inside information? In a few days, in order to celebrate the success of the previous tour, we will perform the most popular drama for everyone in the theater for free as a reward for new and old audiences."

What do you think? Isn't this more valuable than gossip?

"Hey!" The Phoenix Warrior raised his finger and asked what he wanted to ask. He calmly followed up the topic raised by Ogino and stabbed the most deadly third knife, "Speaking of the theater, we have questions too?"

"W-What's the problem?" Ogino swallowed.

He has already noticed that something is wrong. Who sent you here?

"I heard that the leader of the Guangxia Group who was arrested not long ago was a VIP of your theater? Before his accident, it seemed that people often took pictures of him in the front row at the scene?" She said casually.

This happened recently as well. I want to pay tribute to that unknown legendary paparazzi. It's a pity that he was drunk, otherwise I would definitely transfer money to him so that he can become a detective.

When Ogino heard this, his eyes unconsciously flickered to the side. The fingers of his two hands, which were originally crossed, suddenly clenched, and the color changed from white to red. If Ogino hadn't adjusted his state in time, it might have turned purple.

How did they know about this?! Didn’t the PR guys hired by my father handle this matter? No! It seems that this matter has not been reported yet!

He was so angry that he was shaking, but he didn't dare to lose his temper in front of the camera. After all, the two of them looked like they were not easy to deal with, especially the gaze of the Arctic Avenger, which made him feel very uneasy.

"This... we are also surprised." He pretended to be calm and imitated the PR group and said, "I didn't expect that the always kind Mr. Dabao would have such an identity. Who could have thought of this?"

Although Ogino's acting career over the years is not fake, under the continuous attacks and the video recordings, anyone who is careful enough can tell that Ogino is up to something.

After sending Ogino away, Xing Yuanhui said to the video: "It seems that there is indeed a ghost."

"Yeah..." Fujiwara Chika agreed, "What should we do next?"

"Then let's go to the theater and see for myself the power of the Ogino family and whether they can even bewitch adults." Xing Yuanhui said with a smile.

It's really interesting that we can confirm that there is a ghost and the amount of information revealed is enough to support us to continue investigating.

Chapter 47 These two people may be used to film a movie

The Phoenix Warrior took off her mask with a "swoosh" and was reborn from the ashes, carefully taking care of her pigtails.

The moment her braids were undone, Fujiwara Chika's hair took on natural waves and looked fluffy. Although it looked basically the same as before, there was an indescribable sense of freshness to it.

Just sitting on the chair with legs sideways, fingertips gently inserted into the hair, the tranquility like a painting gives an intriguing feeling.

No wonder there are often characters in the two-dimensional world whose popularity suddenly soars just by changing their hairstyle. Who wouldn’t be confused if they saw this in the three-dimensional world?

Under the pretext of organizing materials and packing up the camera, Xing Yuanhui lost focus and immersed himself in his own world, exploring the attraction of hair to people by himself.

Fujiwara Chika was combing her hair over and over again with a hand-made comb, but she happened to catch a glimpse of Xing Yuanhui staring at her through the reflection in the mirror.

And so, the locker room was quiet for a while.

Finally, the playful pink-haired senior couldn't sit still anymore, her lips curled up, and she joked with a sly smile:

"What? Are you fascinated by it?"

While thinking about why some bald heads are handsome, Xing Yuanhui felt as if the imaginary Gu Yi slapped his soul back into his body, and his body instinctively trembled in response.

Without waiting for the boy to respond, she tucked her hair behind her ears, stood up, turned around, walked forward a few steps with her hands behind her back, put her face in front of Xing Yuanhui and winked mischievously.

As a last resort, Xing Yuanhui began to retreat tactically, using an innocent look to hide the ripples in his heart.

He secretly thanked his luck that he had this headgear, otherwise the bow-tie demon might have picked out the details to tease him, and God knows what expression he would have on his face now.

In fact, this worry was unnecessary. Fujiwara Chika was looking at the bandit's mask face to face, and it was a great effort for her not to laugh out loud in a second.

But this did not affect Xing Yuanhui's inner excitement. Was he going to bet that the other party couldn't see it at this time? No!

You must never show your weakness at this time. As the saying goes, when two brave men meet in a narrow road, the brave one wins!

Xing Yuanhui didn't dodge or evade, but went straight to Fujiwara Chika's face, his eyes were sincere and honest, and he started to talk nonsense:

“As the saying goes, the pursuit of beauty is human instinct, and now, beauty is appearing before me!”

The man did not dodge or evade, but faced the challenge head-on, and threw back to his mouth what Quan Jing had said to him when they were chatting online one day.

But the shame will not disappear out of thin air, and the blush on the face will come to the woman.

But Fujiwara Chika is not a coward. She did not hide. The two pairs of eyes just stared at each other, performing a composition like the beast and the beauty - the gangster and the young girl.

"Hmph, hmph~." Although she was not calm in her heart, she pretended to be calm and said, "It seems that what dad and sister said is right. Boys will be happy to see these."

But Fujiwara Chika's eyes wandered away for a moment. Even though she adjusted herself back immediately, her gaze was no longer firm, and even her breathing became rapid.

Xing Yuanhui chuckled. She recognized her senior sister's current weak nature, but she did not intend to pursue her relentlessly - she planned to try a different approach and come up with something new.

Noticing this, Fujiwara Chika became alert, but she had no way to retreat.

"No, no, no, this is my pursuit of beauty, which can be considered art if you round it up. I think it will be a little different from what your family said."

Xing Yuanhui narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and started counting on his fingers, recalling Quan Jing's words praising his idol with an attitude of dying together. He had made up his mind to win this oral war.

"First, the moment you untie your braids, you can usually see a natural sense of flow, like the Milky Way hanging down three thousand feet, with every strand of hair swaying gently because of you. This dynamic beauty is like the reeds by the lake swaying in the wind..."

"I give up!" Fujiwara Chika's blush gradually spread, and she quickly covered Xing Yuanhui's mouth with her hand, "Don't say anything more!"

The Arctic Avenger broke free and praised it wittily: "Secondly, loose hair often makes people think of freedom and relaxation, which can convey a kind of affinity. And it can also soften the contours of the face, making it more gentle and elegant..."

The Phoenix Warrior kicked and kicked his colleague out of the locker room, leaving only a shameful shout before the door closed: "I need to change clothes, no boys allowed!"

“Really…” Although Fujiwara Chika had realized that Xing Yuanhui was joking with her, she still said angrily, “What a restless junior!”

Outside the door, Xing Yuanhui patted his butt to break up the shoe prints that were so light that they were not worth looking at.

Really, even if the matching boots have not been worn many times and have never been out of the drama club, you can't just kick them.

"What's wrong with Xingyuan?" The director of the drama club who had been waiting outside heard the noise coming from the corridor and walked over to ask curiously.

In order to prevent the investigation team from being disturbed, the director stayed at the other end of the corridor. Even when Ogino asked for leave on the spot with an unnatural look on his face, she didn't say anything.

"Nothing, just some small things." Xing Yuanhui waved at her, indicating that nothing happened.

He took off his gangster mask, shook his head, and then used hairspray on his messy hair, directly pulling it back from his forehead.

When the hair ends on the forehead naturally fell down, Xing Yuanhui's originally messy bangs returned to their original state.

Ha, this is the advantage of having short hair! No matter how messy your hair is, you can easily style it by just pulling it back like this without a comb!

"Oh!" The director clapped his hands. "Xingyuan, do you have any idea of performing? I think you are very suitable for playing some roles! Just like what you did just now!"

She hesitated for a moment, still feeling sorry for her hairstyle, and just ran the hairspray over her head.

"Forget about that. How can you style a slicked-back hairstyle without applying hairspray beforehand?"

Fujiwara Chika opened the door and said while holding her changed clothes.

"Okay, leave the cleaning and tidying up to me~."

Without saying anything more, the minister took the clothes from Fujiwara's hand and returned the space for conversation to the two of them.

Xing Yuanhui looked at her in surprise and complained, "You change clothes too quickly, are you the Flash?"

She sighed, walked behind Xing Yuanhui, and said as she pushed him: "Okay, you said you wanted to go to the theater in Ogino, but it takes time to take the train there, and it won't be good if you leave it too late."

After the two of them half-pushed and half-walked the Arctic Avenger to the dressing room, Fujiwara Chika closed the door and leaned against it and muttered, "And if I hadn't come out, you would have known you were wrong if she had dragged you to the drama club."

Looking at the closed door, Xing Yuanhui shrugged and began to change back into his school uniform.

Hearing the female voice outside, he replied, "Why do you say that?"