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On a hot summer day, the sun shines brightly.

Yu Xian Zhisheng took a special car to the place agreed with Mori Mihua.

The place is at her house.

In fact, the place that was set at the beginning was not her house, but the training room of the school. Yu Xianzhi was willing to go there. After all, it was there that the two met, so that they could understand the grievances at the beginning.

But for some reason, Sen Mei Hua temporarily changed it.

Yu Xianzhisheng suddenly lost his mind.

It's not that he is afraid of the cello competition. He has been practicing in the hotel's training room for the past two days, and his hand has recovered to 7788. Not to mention that he can crush the audience like his previous life, but it is enough to teach an adolescent girl a lesson. .

He's just afraid of something else.

Especially the little bottle filled with red liquid comes to mind.

Always feel that something bad is going to happen.

Yesterday he found Kazuki Sawano and asked for Mori Mihua's profile.

The Mori family has a very high status in the central district of Tokyo. The elders in the family span both political and business circles. It can be called a great family. The Mori painting is the eldest daughter of the Mori family, and has attracted the attention of the elders in the family. Although she is currently only a student under the Arts of Dongda University, she heard from President Zeye that her future path is likely to be in the business world.

In short, this is also the eldest lady of a top-level clan. She only learns art for entertainment, and she usually doesn't communicate with the students of Class S in the Central District.

Even the principal of the central district, Owada Guangshou, scratched his head helplessly, saying that he could not control her.

Different from the visions that other students wrote in the target column, such as 'I want to be admitted to the Department of Performing Arts at Tokyo University of the Arts', 'I want to become a councilor of Chiyoda Ward in the future', and I want to become a world superstar in my dreams. She filled in the target column. The point is: live enough to die.

But what is enough to live? Marry someone you like? Have many children? Or become a wealthy sister who is all-powerful in the business world? This is not actually a goal, but a not optimistic attitude towards life.

In this regard, Yu Xianzhisheng didn't care, it had nothing to do with him anyway.

The only thing I'm worried about...she just doesn't give herself anything exciting. Especially when she hung the bottle around her neck that day, strange colors bloomed in the depths of her quiet eyes.

She always seemed excited.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much." Yu Xianzhi propped his chin up, the sun shining through the car window to his eyes, and the wind ruffled his hair.

As for the online news that she wants to rub off on her popularity, he feels that the possibility is very low. Mori is the ace of Class S in the Central District, plus her elegant face, her fan base is quite high.

And in the last public performance, she also got the S rank, and she is currently ranked 30th in the player list.

A girl with such an arrogant personality would not invite herself for the purpose of gaining popularity.

The car quickly arrived at the location, a low-key luxury mansion villa.

There are entertainment facilities and a set of special spa equipment in the courtyard in front of the villa. The trees in the courtyard are lush and green, and the sun shines through the leaves, forming patches of light on the green grass.

Yu Xianzhisheng looked through the car window, and couldn't help but think of a Korean movie called "Parasite". The villa of the painter Mori Mei was quite similar to the one inside.

I just don't know if there will be a dark little attic or something.

Standing at the door was Mori Mihu, and a girl was standing beside her.

The photographer Itakura got out of the car, opened the door for Yuzuru Zhisheng, and followed behind him with the camera on his back.

The channel has not yet been opened, and will only be opened when the official competition occurs.

Seeing the girl standing next to Mori Mihu, Yu Xianzhi couldn't help but be startled. If I remember correctly, this girl is also a student in the S class of Dongda University. It seems that she was scolded and cried by Mori Mihu on the day of the opening ceremony. Pass.

At this moment, the girl was holding Mori Mihu's arm with a sweet face. When she saw Yu Xianzhi's arrival, she greeted him with a smile.

"My girlfriend." Sen Meihu introduced lazily, "Come on, my sister is already waiting for you."

"Ahu, that people are going to start the broadcast first?" the girl said in love.

"Get out." Sen Meihu waved his hand impatiently.

The girl's face didn't change, as if she was already familiar with the way she gets along with Mori Mihu, she jumped into the car with a smile, and said coquettishly before leaving: "Really, you can't pamper others when you come here?"

"I didn't expect the two of us to get together, right?" After walking into the villa, Sen Meihu said proudly, "Tell you, she will confess first."

Yu Xianzhi nodded. He really didn't expect that he could be scolded and cried like that, and he could get together. Maybe it has some strange attributes.

But he doesn't care, people's XP is free.

"Well, it's all about using each other." Sen Meihu smiled and said, "She is greedy for my leadership in the talented youth club, and I am greedy for her body, and will break up sooner or later."

"You and my sister can also try it like this, what do you think?" Mori Mihu licked his lips obscenely, "Oh, by the way, she has been ill for the past two days, so you can take care of her when the competition is coming."

"Not interested." Yu Xianzhisheng pushed Mori Mihu who was trying to hook him up.

He didn't care how these young masters lived, and whether Sen Meihua was feeling well had nothing to do with him. The fishing rod was kept in the car. After the competition, he would immediately leave here to go fishing.

Woman, it only affects the speed of my fishing.

But Sen Meihu is too familiar, as if he is a young lady, shaking everything out, chatting endlessly along the way, talking about his sister's topic endlessly.

"Do you know why my sister wants to start a competition at this time?" Mori Mihu walked on the hanging ladder and looked back at Yu Xianzhisheng, "To be honest, it's all for you."

"For me?" Yu Xianzhi sneered.

"Young, don't laugh first, Yu Xianjun, you will know if you think about it carefully. You were scolded so badly before. If she competed with you at that time, wouldn't the black material about your lack of strength be self-defeating? "

"Huh?" Yu Xianzhisheng tilted his head.

"We both saw it, you were fishing, so my sister didn't bother you, even though she wanted to compete with you a long time ago." Sammy Fox smiled, "Do you know what day it is today?"

"What day?" Yu Xianzhi asked.

"Shen Huiling's solo concert is at 10:00 noon." Mori Mihu lowered his head and looked at the Casio watch on his wrist, "It's half an hour away."

"That guy doesn't often hold concerts on election days, but every few days, he will hold a concert to attract popularity votes." Sen Meihu said, "Sister knows this, so she set the time at This time today."

"I see." Yu Xianzhi nodded.

Chuo Ace VS Narita Ace.

This competition has enough suspense to compete with Shenhuiling's concert.

Sen Meihua should be aiming at this point, so it will make a big splash, rather than finding time for two people to end the competition in private.

"Aren't you surprised, aren't you surprised?" Seeing his calm expression, Mori Mihu looked surprised, "Sister is helping you steal popularity from Shenhuiling."

Yu Xian Zhisheng smiled lightly.

This fellow Mori Mihu is crazy, a literary lunatic, and Yu Xianzhi doesn't believe a word that comes out of his mouth.

To compete is to compete, why bother.

I really feel that way, isn't it that I owe Sen Mei a favor?

But who knows if she is real or fake?

This pair of siblings can see that they are fishing, and they are not simple roles. Yu Xianzhi is too lazy to play with them.

"Just use each other." Yu Xian Zhisheng walked into the spacious inner hall with a smile.

Sammy Hua sat on the bench on the balcony, and when he saw him coming, he stood up calmly, nodded slightly to him, and said hello.

She seems to have dressed up on purpose today, her hair is combed into a bow, and her long dark hair is braided at the back of her head, then rolled up and fastened with a bow, with a flower-like earring hanging on one side of her ear.

She is wearing a gorgeous twelve dresses. This is the formal dress of aristocratic women in the late Heian period in Japan. , are generally worn by noble ladies to receive the highest level of distinguished guests.

In addition, it will also be used in weddings.

"Please sit here." Mori Hua stretched out her white palm from her sleeve and motioned Yu Xianzhi to sit next to her, "Would you like some tea?"

"Ah, no need, thank you." Yu Xianzhi sat down.

"You're welcome, I'm good at making tea." Sammy Hua knelt in front of the long table, picked up the delicate cracked tea bowl, and sat a celadon-colored iron pot on the fire next to it, gurgling heat.

She took out a handkerchief embroidered with colorful phoenixes from her bosom, picked up the iron pot and poured it into the bowl, and then poured out the water. When the tea bowl was warm, she picked up the tea leaves and put it into the tea bowl, and gently stirred it with pear wood sticks. His arms moved his sleeves and danced wildly in the sun like a butterfly, rushing into the eyes of the boy silently.

Sen Meihu smiled slyly, locked the wooden door on the spacious balcony, and walked downstairs with the key on his finger.

"Please use tea." Mori Mika handed the tea bowl to Yu Xianzhisheng's hand.

"And you." She made a bowl and handed it to the photographer Itakura.

Itakura was flattered and took it over, licking his lips, and letting the eldest lady of the Mori family make tea herself, Yu Xian's childish face was even more outrageous than he imagined.

Looking at her well-behaved and submissive appearance, she looks like a little daughter-in-law to be married.

Itakura drank it all in one gulp, was sucked by the scalding heat, rolled his tongue, and praised directly, "Good tea! Really good tea!"

Yu Xianzhi was a little confused about her thoughts.

It's good to compete, what does this girl want to do?

However, the kindness is difficult, and he can't save others' face. Although he doesn't have a good impression of Sen Meihua, he has no malicious intentions. People wear the most gorgeous clothes to receive them, and they also make tea with their own hands. .

After taking a sip, it is indeed a good tea, with a sweet fragrance and an endless aftertaste.

"What do you think of this house?" Sammy Hua walked to the center of the spacious platform and stared at the scenery not far away.

Birds are soaring in the sky, Tokyo Tower is like a giant sitting among high-rise buildings, the glass of the CBD commercial building reflects light, and the whistle of the river can be heard in the distance, and the sound becomes quieter here.

"A very good house." Yu Xianzhi said.

"Do you want it or not?" Sen Meihua turned back with a smile on her face, full of charm, "If you want, I will have someone transfer the property certificate to your name tomorrow."

"Are you kidding?" Yu Xianzhi frowned.

Sen Meihua turned around again, put both hands on the white railing, and said softly, "How can you make a joke about this, it's just a house, I'd love to give it to you if you want it."

"Yu Xianjun, you can't take anything with you when you die, and the house is not another evolution of the soil. If you can make it meaningful again on your body." Sen Meihua calmly said, "This is not a good idea. Is it its real value?"

"What kind of way is this? I don't understand." Yu Xianzhi asked Itakura behind him.

"There is no way, she seems to really plan to give you a house." Itakura whispered in Yu Xianzhisheng's ear.

Yu Xianzhisheng was a little stunned.

It was obviously here to compare the cello, and it stands to reason that the sword is light and shadowy, and the thunder is silent. It should be killing you to come and go. Why did it suddenly become a family fun.

And to be honest, he came for the qin. He is in a hurry now. If he can take the qin to a **** shop and sell it, he can sell it for a lot of money. He can do this without feeling ashamed. The two agreed.

But now this girl is like a lunatic, the cello is no match, but she wants to send the house first.

"Need not."

"Then... let's start performing, shall we?" Yu Xianzhi scratched his head and felt a little helpless. He was not afraid that others would be cruel to him. This kind of unreasonable tenderness makes it difficult for him to take action. As the old saying goes, 'a hero can't get rid of beauty's kindness'.

"Okay, the time is almost up." Sammy Hua glanced at the bronze bell on the table.

"Can I open the channel?" Itakura confirmed.

"It's alright." Yu Xianzhi said, then he looked at Mori Meihua, "Where's your channel?"

"I don't need it, we'll be together." Sen Meihua said softly, suddenly her legs trembled, her beautiful eyebrows slightly wrinkled, as if something abnormal was coming from below.

With her blushing face down, she said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I've been uncomfortable these two days."

Yu Xianzhi swallowed the nervousness in his heart, don't you look uncomfortable, other girls are making trouble when they come to auntie, why do you look relieved~lightnovelpub.net~ Something is wrong, Very wrong.

When the competition is over, I have to run quickly, I don't want to stay in this place for a second.

But it seems that Mori Meihu didn't lie to herself, Mori Meihua really chose it for herself today, just to compete for the popularity of Shenhualing, she didn't plan to **** the so-called popularity, otherwise she would not be connected to the channel are not open.

With the countdown of Itakura '3, 2, 1', the channel officially opened.

In an instant, the channel ratings rose at a terrifying speed.

Itakura set up the camera, took out his mobile phone and called up the backstage, hid aside, and found Shenhuiling's concert channel. It was observed that the ratings of the two channels were almost equal.

Yu Xianzhi drove late, but it won't be long before he can catch up.

This means that a lot of people are sitting in front of the TV and waiting, and when the channel signal is activated, they will come frantically.

The two were not talking.

"I'll come first." Sammy took down her cello from the shelf beside her.

This cello is great. The whole body is made of expensive 100-year-old spruce wood. The grain is fine, straight and dense. The strings are new.

"The White Lady for Cello, a T4-level song." She finished the song softly, lowered her eyelids, and placed her bow on the strings of the cello, like an aristocratic woman in the Heian period.

Yu Xianzhisheng didn't move, and listened quietly, not feeling anything.

But Itakura's eyes widened in surprise, not because of how complicated the song "White Lady" is, but because the song is very strange, the kind that can't be taken on the stage at all!

It's a classic...begging for joy!