The forty-fifth short-haired senior sister

"Hey, kids, let me hear clearly, the next show is you, pay attention, I'll go up from here on the stage, and then come down from there, do you understand?" The short ear-length hair always looks human, and the girl's eyes are bright, and she is proud to never bow her head.

"Understood!" Let's see which child dares to say no, the smile on the short-haired sister is very sweet.

But in a blink of an eye, she picked up the intercom again, "The lights here are dimmed for me, and the people who will go up will be children, don't look into their eyes...... And after the song and dance, the male host and I will announce the end, and when the time comes, the 10.4 MP3 will be played, and I understand ......"

The short-haired sister turned her head again and looked at the two 'helpless' people standing in front of the backstage, "Volunteers? Do you have any audio equipment in the back? Jing Fanhua shook her head with red eyes.

"What about you?"

"A little." Xia Xiaowu looked no different from the one in the school radio club, but she asked this-

"Then why are you still stunned! Hurry up and go backstage, there's only one person over there, and I can't keep busy. "Although I didn't have time to explain it to this sister, it was a good experience to be able to blend in the background.

"You, you can take pictures, right?"

Jing Fanhua's red and swollen eyes had not disappeared, and she nodded.

"Here you go!" The short-haired sister stuffed a camera from behind her, "When all the guests come on stage, you just stand in the middle and take a picture for us, no, let's take a little more, so that I can choose one." Got it? ”

"Me? Oh, understood. Jing Fanhua was stunned and held the camera, although she was confused, what was she doing here?

Fortunately, Xia Xiaowu and Jing Fanhua are both competent for their current jobs until this commercial performance ends perfectly. Except for Jing Fanhua's red eyes, he hasn't eased up from beginning to end.

"Eh, you two!" The short-haired sister trotted over, even though it was a pair of five-centimeter heels, "Let's go have a meal together, you guys have worked hard today?" ”

"No, actually...... We were passing through. The two looked at each other and smiled awkwardly.

"Passing by?"

"Actually, we're here to find someone." Xia Xiaowu pointed to the boy in a white shirt on the stage, "He is my classmate, and I originally wanted to come backstage to wait for him." I didn't expect ......."

"Ah-" The short-haired sister thought thoughtfully, "So, you're not a volunteer, look at my head, I was so busy just now that I even wanted to catch the child directly, I'm really sorry, you're here to find Chenyi?" ”

Xia Xiaowu's gaze paused, "Well, I'm here to find Li Chenyi." ”

The short-haired sister said, and trotted all the way over and pulled Li Chenyi's dress and tie over, "Look at it, look at it, the elementary school girls who chased you have all come here, I just said that you must be a little kid, aren't you?" ”

"Little, junior?"

Li Chen seemed to be surprised, and then smiled softly, "Have you been down there just now?" ”

Xia Xiaowu nodded, Fanhua was still on the verge of loss, and looked at Li Chenyi's smile and seemed to ease up a little.

"Actually, I heard you." Xia Xiaowu added such a sentence.

"Little sister has vision, is Chenyi's voice particularly good? He used to be super shy, but his voice was very distinctive, don't you say? ”

Li Chenyi seemed to smile shyly, "Boss, can you not keep turning over old things." ”

Top dog? Looking at the appearance of that short-haired sister, it won't be Li Chenyi's cousin again?

"Hey, hey, you haven't even introduced me to those little kids, aren't you afraid they'll misunderstand?" This cousin's personality is completely different from Lu Xiao's, and why is she always obsessed with the word "little kid"?

Li Chenyi explained, "By the way, Xia Xiaowu, when you were in the province, did you ever hear of a person named Xu Lu? ”

"Xu Lu? The former provincial god of liberal arts? Xia Xiaowu re-examined the girl in front of her, could it be that she was Xu Lu? It is rumored that she is the first in all subjects in the first year of high school, and the senior sister who has won the red list of liberal arts in the second year of high school.

"What great god, why are you so outrageous?" The girl smiled, "Elementary school girl, I used to be, I was indeed a provincial student, but I went back to my hometown to take the exam in my junior year of high school, and now I am a freshman at Z City University, you can come and play with me when you have time." ”

Z City University? Isn't that what a great god is?

Xia Xiaowu smiled politely, "It turned out to be a senior sister, but why do you want to call her boss?" ”

The two glanced at it, and then smiled very tacitly, "That's right, Senior Sister Xu Lu was also the president of the last Sakura Broadcasting Agency, and at that time, everyone in the club called her the boss." ”

President's ...... This generation, society, elders? Eh, is that what it should be called?

"By the way, boss, Xia Xiaowu is also from the broadcasting agency."

"I said, how could she use the equipment behind just now, it turned out to be a little sister from the same school, and she is really a lovely person." Senior Sister Xu Lu looked at her, and she really had a sense of doting like a sister looking at her sister.

"That's right, I almost forgot about eating, how about it, Xiao Wu, let's go have a meal together?"

Li Chenyi suddenly said, "Xia Xiaowu, she went back late, it shouldn't be good." ”

She paid attention to Li Chenyi's expression, his eyes were actually gentle, it turned out that such a look would also appear in the eyes of someone as cautious as him. But Xia Xiaowu even forgot about herself, why didn't she look at him with such eyes......

She suddenly fell into a frustration, as if she should understand something, and desperately found a reason to escape something. This feeling is perhaps worse than that of Jing Fanhua.

It's not the same as when I knew that Lu Haoze liked Jing Fanhua, not a momentary anger and shame, but a kind of beginning to be moved and persuaded by myself.