For dinner that night, Han Miao skipped work gorgeously...

There is no way. According to my sister's phone number, the person in charge at IH is now looking for him all over Tokyo.

Therefore, Han Miao, who had originally planned to invite dinner, had to go downstairs to say goodbye to Xu Xian and others.

"What? Are you going out?"

Jessica looked at Han Miao with her arms in her arms, she couldn't believe it.

"Yeah, I have to go to the Tokyo Stadium. I have something to do over there."

Han Miao also looked helpless and sorry. After all, he was here to make money, so he had to go if he didn't go.

"Hey, you didn't mean it, we are getting ready to dress up, you actually let us dove?"

"Where do I dare, it's really something to do, I will apologize for you another day."

What can Han Miao say, he can only smile bitterly while complaining about the people in the IH Organizing Committee. What's wrong with me? I must see me tonight? Destroy my good opportunity to accompany the girls.

Also, choosing between a beautiful girl and a middle-aged greasy man, fools know how to choose.

Fortunately, with Xu Xian, a sensible child, before the girls' generation bombers had time to ridicule, Xu Xian boldly rescued Han Miao from the crowd, and then half-pulled him. Sent into the elevator.

"My mother, what did I see just now? Is that the youngest?"

Everyone who strolled out to watch the play was shocked, and Cui Xiuying with long legs and poisonous tongue exclaimed in an instant.

When will Xu Xian help a man like this?

Is this still the good girl who blushes when she says she is sexy?

"Tsk... You said that they didn't seem to have seen each other a few times in total. Why does the youngest member feel like this guy?"

"That's the man who saved the youngest man, what do you think?"

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"Okay, okay, don't discuss it yet. This guy can easily hook up the youngest man if he wants to? How could it be possible! Since he has something to do today, let him go first, and he will look good later."

Jessica signaled everyone not to talk about this in the corridor. After all, although this floor was reserved, it was a public area. In case of accidental scandals, it would not be good news for Girls’ Generation.

In the elevator, Han Miao looked at Xu Xian dumbfounded. If I remember correctly, this girl took the initiative to push herself into the elevator just now?

Not a good girl, how dare you be so courageous? People who didn't know thought that this girl was going to push back.

Xu Xian was embarrassed by Han Miao, and when he remembered his bold behavior, he immediately lowered his head.

In addition, now there are only two of them in the elevator. In such a private space with a man alone, Xu Xian’s head is suddenly lower. From Han Miao’s point of view, um, you have to touch it even lower. To the hill on the chest.

"There are no flowers on the ground. It's useless to stare at them."

Slightly speak to ease the atmosphere, after all, it takes a long time to take the elevator down on the 22nd floor.

"Um...Oba, don't get me wrong, O'Neills are very good, but they like to joke sometimes."

Yes, at this moment, I remembered talking to the sisters, this youngest maknae is really cute.

"It's also my problem. I didn't expect to be called away by the organizing committee over there suddenly today. It should be said by them."

It's true that tonight's matter was Han Miao's problem. It was a good treat for dinner, but because of sudden work reasons, I had to break the appointment. Of course, this was wrong.

Just like Jessica said, they are all preparing to put on makeup, but Han Miao suddenly releases pigeons. This must be Han Miao's pot.

It's because I didn't break the appointment when I was halfway through makeup, otherwise it would be even worse.

"Han Miaoopa, are you busy there?"

Seeing that the elevator was almost at the end, Xu Xian asked in a low voice.

"Busy? No, it will be done soon."

In Han Miao's opinion, what's so busy? A high school national competition is nothing but a high-level thing.

"Okay, I'm leaving, don't give it away, go back, or your sisters will probably tease you again."

Han Miao was about to go straight out of the elevator, when he suddenly saw Xu Xian preparing to send herself out and stopped her.

Xu Xian didn't react just now, and she was ready to follow the elevator out of the conditioned reflex. She didn't react until Han Miao spoke.

"Oh, then, be careful on the way."

Well, with Xu Xian's character, it was already bold to say this to Han Miao at this time.

It felt like a little daughter-in-law sent her husband out.

"Don't worry, Tokyo is so big, I can't lose it."

Han Miao smiled, then stretched out his hand and gently scratched Xu Xian's nose before turning and leaving.

Xu Xian was stunned, what happened just now, her nose was actually scratched by Han Miao! Except for his father, no other man has done this before.

She just watched Han Miao's walking back disappear outside the hotel door, until the elevator sounded the alarm, and then she came back to her senses.

"Pabo..."

The elevator doors closed again, leaving only such a word in the air.

"Host, I have to say, you did a good job of shaving your nose just now."

In my mind, the voice of the system's small emblem sounded very pleased, and there was a sense of being teachable.

Um, this guy who hasn't bloomed for ten thousand years seems to have finally gotten a little better.

"Well, I think it feels good, I can continue next time."

Han Miao, who got in the taxi, didn't have time to bother about the system's joking. He took out his mobile phone, opened the mailbox, and carefully read the information about the IH competition sent by his sister.

The IH competition started a few days ago. Tonight is the semi-final. In theory, Han Miao only needs to appear in the finals, but I don’t know why, the organizers want him to show up tonight.

It is said to be wearing a mask and playing as a special guest, bringing surprises to the audience and the players.

This is Kamen Rider? Or the mask man?

Han Miao said he was speechless for the soul of the Japanese middle two animation.

The Tokyo Stadium is not too far from the hotel, anyway, when Han Miao arrives, tonight's semi-finals have not yet started.

When Han Miao got out of the taxi, he saw the staff waiting at the door.

"Hello Mr. Han Miao, I am very glad that you can come to the IH Conference. Your arrival is definitely one of the most glorious moments in the history of the IH Conference."

The Japanese adore the strong, so the staff in charge of receiving Han Miao kept their attitude very low.

People respect me a foot, and I pay a meter. Although I don't have a lot of favor with Japanese men, Han Miao is still very polite.

"Just tell me what I need to do, I understand Japanese."

Han Miao entered the venue from the VIP passage accompanied by the staff. On the way, he saw that the Japanese staff seemed to be talking to the translator, so he asked directly in Japanese.

"You don’t have to do anything tonight~lightnovelpub.net~ just to meet with our leaders, and then on the night of the decisive victory tomorrow night, you need to wear the costumes we prepared for you when you are in midfield, and then make your debut. Now, of course, you need to take off your mask at the last moment and come on stage as a surprise for the audience. If you can, I hope you can give pointers to the MVP players in this game."

When I heard that Han Miao understood Japanese, the staff talked a lot, and Han Miao became a little impatient.

But fortunately, I didn't make any excessive demands. Although Han Miao's ability is to bully people when he competes with the people in the high school league, but these days there is no actual combat, so I should train myself.

However, when he came to the VIP room and saw the uniform prepared by the organizing committee...Han Miao really just wanted to roar up to the sky!

This Nima is too second! Tights, capes and masks, what is this? Basketball Superman?

Looking at the expressions of those staff members, it seems that they are still satisfied with this uniform!

It's a god! The old man’s soul of Nakaji is burning!