Chapter 142

Lu Zhanyu's eyebrows and eyes are pretty. At this time, his eyes look at her gently.

Lisa Cheng stares into his eyes and sees her reflection. Her heart beats like a drum and her cheeks are boiling hot unconsciously.

She quickly took the tissue from Lu Zhanyu, lowered her head and wiped the corners of her mouth in a hurry.

She didn't expect that the person she was in a hurry last time was Xia Weian's deskmate! Although it was her first kiss, she didn't care about the urgency of the matter. However, when we met again, the sea of her heart was rolling with strange waves, so that she, who had always been generous and cheerful, became this delicate and shy appearance.

Listen to Lu Zhanyu and Xia Wei'an talking and laughing. If it's normal, how can her voice be lost in this kind of occasion? She's so counselled now!

Shaking her head hard, she told herself that although she had taken advantage of that person, people didn't remember her at all. Why should she bother others? Her heart beats and her face turns red here!

So, take a deep breath, wave away those useless emotions, she looked up, eyes without waves, to join their topic.

It was only then that they were discussing the "masked God of songs"!

"Player 33 has a unique voice. If you choose a good song, it's not difficult to be promoted in the next round. Player 52 seems to be a student of the Conservatory of music. He has a deep foundation and has mastered a lot of skills. There should be no problem, as well as No. 61 and No. 65..."

Lu Zhanyu analyzed the current form, but did not think that Xia Weian asked coldly: "what about yourself? Do you have the confidence to advance

When she asked, Lisa Cheng's eyes were fixed on Lu Zhanyu. Did he also take part in the "masked God of songs" competition?

She eyes a stare, this kid should not be her favorite 88 male god?

"Me?" Lu Zhanyu seemed to hear a joke. "I'm running for the champion. It's a piece of cake."

Lu Zhanyu's self-confidence is not offensive. On the contrary, it has a convincing feeling, as if he can do what he said!

"Well, can I ask in silence, which player are you

Lisa Cheng grins and inserts a sentence. She looks at Lu Zhanyu expectantly.

Originally, they signed a confidentiality agreement. Even Xia Wei'an only knew that he was participating in the competition, but she didn't know what number he was. At this moment, Lisa Cheng asked him, but she instinctively refused to answer. But when her eyes came into contact with Lisa Cheng's expectant eyes, she held out her right index finger and thumb and made a "eight" comparison.

There is no no No. 8 in this competition, but there are several players with No. 8, No. 38, No. 68, No. 88 and No. 98.

She blurted out subconsciously: "88?"

Lu Zhanyu nods. Lisa Cheng's heart jumps out of control. She quickly drinks some water and presses it down. Only when the cold water comes into her stomach can she calm down.

"Look at your blushing face. Is it his little fan sister?"

See Cheng Lisa abnormal reaction, Xia Weian began to joke, did not think of her joke, Cheng Lisa's face more red, busy cover up like the head, said: "I am his little fan sister, idol, give me a sign."

She wanted to find a piece of paper, but she didn't have it anywhere. At last, she took out a crumpled five yuan from her pocket. She put it on the table and smoothed it with the palm of her hand. Then she pointed to the blank space and said, "sign here!"

Five dollars?

Lu Zhanyu inexplicably thought that his aunt gave him five yuan last time. He drew a curve from the corner of his mouth, took out a pen from his bag, and signed his name directly on Lisa Cheng's white short sleeve jacket.