Chapter Ninety-Seven: It's all in its true colors

The accompanying choreographer showed a touch of surprise on his face, and when he turned around, he saw the real world standing in the layers and lined up in a 'one' shape.

His mind turned quickly, he turned his head casually, and said aloud to the two people on the stage who were staring at the planning book in their hands: "Let's rest now!" There are still some things that need to be improved, so I'll discuss them with Mr. Ishihara later, and then continue the rehearsal. ”

"Okay." Natori didn't have any opinions on Monday, especially from the angle from which he and Shiranui were standing, as long as they weren't blind, they could see the real world standing in the last row.

It is worthy of that Lord Qingming, who established this kind of financial giant crocodile consortium when no one knew about it, and unknowingly invaded the daily life of people in this world.

He sneaked a sneak glance at Shiranui, who was dressed in a sky-blue unpatterned kimono.

"Got it." Although Shiranui has now transformed into a human form, she sensed the arrival of the real world as soon as she stepped into this No. 7 guild hall.

After all, she's a real Shikigami of the world.

Hearing the words of the accompanying choreographer, she only responded softly, raised her head, but her eyes penetrated the layers of audience seats, and her dark eyes met the blue eyes full of joy and smile, and her eyes softened.

"Ah Li!"

The real world is like a deer that has been freed, scattered and ran on the grass, and ran to the edge of the stage with her little khaki leather shoes.

"Natori, long time no see." As a courtesy, the real world first took the namesake to say hello on Monday.

Natori replied with a bright and handsome smile in the real world: "Yes! I haven't seen you in a while, Miss Mayo. ”

Mashi blinked, then leaned on the side of the stage and asked Shiranui: "Ah Li, how is the rehearsal?!" ”

"It's fine." Shiranui smiled, and then in the surprised eyes of everyone, Shiranui, who had always seemed to them like a steady Yamato Nadeshiko, jumped directly from the stage that was almost half a person high, and in their surprised eyes, she squatted down, stretched out her hand, touched the heel of Mase's small leather shoes, and touched the heel of her white silk.

The real world said "hmm", Shiranui's eyes sank, raised his head, and looked up at the real world, "Why don't you say that the shoes are stubborn?" ”

"Ahh Well? Are the shoes a bad one? The late scholar wanted to say hello to Shiranui, but when he heard her words, he immediately turned his head to look at Mayo.

"It's okay, it's just a little bit broken. A lot of new shoes are a bit of a bad one. Mayo stepped back unconcernedly, letting his feet out of the touch of ignorant fire.

"No, I'll have someone send a new pair right away." I didn't know how to frown in disapproval, my tone was still indifferent, and there was an extra thing that could not be refused.

The scholar nodded, and immediately called the tool man driver on standby to buy shoes according to the size he said.

In fact, the driver who was transformed into a paper man said that he was a veritable tool man.

"The relationship between Miss Ah Li and Miss Mayo is really good." Seeing this, Natori teased on Monday.

"That, that! Mr. Natori, Miss Ali, can you sign for me?! Sonoko Suzuki took out an album and mini poster that had been prepared from her small bag, as well as a pen, her eyes were full of little stars, and she mustered up the courage to speak.

"And me! Please sign for me too! "Maolilan" sighed, and hurriedly pulled out two brand-new notebooks with beautiful covers from his backpack.

This is the book she intends to use to write a diary and make a journal.

"Yes!" Natori smiled gently, and also learned to not know the fire, jumped directly from the stage, did not take the shelf at all, and patted the ashes on his body in a down-to-earth manner, before taking Suzuki Sonoko's album and pen for her to sign.

The two of them, who received autographs from two favorite artists, were so excited that they put them back in their bags with great cherishment, smiling as if they had eaten honey.

"By the way, Mr. Natori, why did you share the stage with Miss Ali this time? And it's so close to the time of the performance, and the rehearsals are so tight. Sonoko Suzuki looked curiously at Natori and Shiranui, gossip flashing in her little eyes.

Shiranui glanced at Natori Monday, looked away, and landed on Mayo.

Natori raised his hand on Monday and placed it on his chin in thought: "This... It's because of Miss Mase's recommendation. ”

"Huh?! The real world?! ”

Everyone looked at the real world in amazement.

Amuro, who was standing behind Maori Kogoro, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Natori Monday, who looked like he was thinking about how to answer, but in fact he was not ambiguous at all, and looked him up and down.

Well, the appearance is good, and the personality is relatively hypocritical (?) And then there's the fact that he's too young.

Do you think the real world will care about your words?

Oh, brother.

Toru Amuro, who was older than Natori but still handsome, reached out and stroked the broken hair in front of his forehead, and continued to listen to them.

The real world, who was watching, looked at everyone's eyes, "hmm", and was about to speak, when he was preempted by Natori Monday, took over the topic, and began a serious blind process of their encounter.

Mashi tilted his head and thought: Okay, I don't need her to talk about it now, Natori is more than she can make up stories.

As everyone talked, the break was almost over.

"Well, Mr. Natori, Miss Ali, I want the camera to follow you to shoot a little bit of behind-the-scenes footage, and then edit it and put it on the Internet, okay? Of course, just when on stage. The choreographer walked over with the script he didn't leave in his hand and said excitedly.

The two nodded, and rehearsal began.

In the real world, they sat in the audience, acting as the first audience, watching them step on the spot and audition.

"I didn't expect Miss Ah Li to be so approachable, I thought Miss Ah Li was difficult to approach." Mao Lilan said with a sigh.

Sonoko Suzuki agreed: "That's right." Miss Ah Li, who usually sees on TV, is cold and noble, giving people a feeling that they are not easy to approach. Unexpectedly, Miss Ah Li is actually a cold-hearted and hot-hearted bosom sister. ”

As she spoke, she also glanced meaningfully at the real world who was watching the tour on the stage with great interest.

Conan nodded approvingly.

That's right.

Although Miss Mayo is older than them, sometimes, she is really like a child and needs to be taken care of.

Amuro looked at the real world, and his eyes flashed suddenly.

So, the real world is this kind of reassuring existence.

It's like a person who cares about her if she doesn't pay attention.

"Don't artists have that or something, and don't they have personalities? It is normal for people on the outside to look cold. Maori Kogoro knows a lot about the entertainment industry because of Yoko Okino, and when he heard their discussions, he said lazily.

Hearing this, Mayo turned his head and said to Mori Kogoro seriously, "Uncle Mori, you are wrong. Sister Ah Li has no character and script. ”

"Huh?!"

Zhenshi turned his head and stared at Ah Li, who was indifferent on the stage but could see that he was following the instructions of the choreographer very seriously, and smiled: "Our artists, they have never had a script, and what they show is the most authentic self." ”

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Mo Carp doesn't mix in the rice circle and doesn't fan celebrities or anything, so don't check the evidence when it comes to the entertainment industry and idols, don't make up the evidence if the ink carp is made up, don't check the evidence, and ask is made up