Chen An was stunned for a moment, he thought back to the script he had just seen, and he didn't feel that there was anything special about the script.

The script tells the story of a very old-fashioned princess and prince.

The princess is captured by the demon king and turns the princess into a monster just like herself.

After the prince found the princess, he touched the princess with his true feelings, and finally defeated the demon king with the princess.

At the end, the goddess is moved by the love of two people and turns the princess back into a human being, which is a very perfect ending.

"It's a very ordinary plot, and you don't have many scenes in it." Irene plays a princess who hasn't turned into a monster yet.

She only has two scenes in it.

One is the scene where he is captured by the Demon King, and the other is the ending.

Chen'an continued to flip through the script in his hand, his eyes glancing at Irene.

For some reason, he felt that the girl in front of him was a little lonely.

"Do you think this plot is familiar?" Irene asked again.

Chen'an scratched his head and replied bluntly, "No." ”

Hearing Chen'an's answer, Yilin suddenly made a very surprised expression: "I thought a boy of your age would play games!" ”

"The Sword of the Royal City." Irene handed Dusty a promotional poster. "This is the organizer of this event, and the stage play is also based on the plot of the game."

Chen'an took the poster and shook his head, he didn't usually have the habit of playing games.

"If you don't like it, forget it, let's hurry up and talk to each other."

The game was just a vignette, and the two spent the rest of the morning talking to each other.

After a morning of getting along, Chen'an found that Irene was a very dedicated idol.

Although it's just a line, she tries her best to perform every time.

She faced the mirror, constantly correcting her every movement, every expression, everything she tried to do her best.

Chen'an also asked Yilin, there is still one day to rehearse, why didn't everyone who played the stage play get together.

The answer he got was that no one cared about the play.

The organizers spent a lot of money to invite celebrities from various fields to perform stage plays, and these people can attract a large number of fans just by standing there.

As for the stage play? As long as they play it, no matter what it looks like, fans will buy it.

Chen'an wants to ask if Irene's hard work is worth it?

But in the end, he couldn't ask, all he could do was take the trouble to accompany Irene over and over again to practice her part.

Even at noon, the two of them simply ate a bite and continued to practice.

Time flew by, and as the setting sun shone into the house, the sound of the doorbell rang outside.

Chen'an suddenly thought of the woman who had broken in this morning, and her body tensed.

"Is it finally here?"

Irene threw away the script in her hand, ran to the door excitedly, opened the door and welcomed people in.

"Hello Miss Demon, I helped you change the suit you ordered with us yesterday."

Chen'an looked out the door, a woman in professional attire appeared in the doorway, and behind her two men pushed a shelf into the room, and the shelf was covered with various black professional suits.

Irene took the tablet from the female waiter and signed her name on it.

"Thank you for your care and have a great day."

After speaking, the three waiters bowed to Irene and bowed their heads to retreat, and gently closed the door before leaving.

Chen'an looked at everything in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh that it was really a service that only rich people could enjoy.

Irene carefully examined the clothes in front of her, then stood up and beckoned to Chen'an.

"Come over and see if it's a good fit."

Looking at each of the valuable clothes, Chen'an pointed to himself in disbelief: "Me? ”

"Yes, it's you, is there anyone else here besides the two of us?"

Seeing that Chen'an didn't move for a long time, Irene had to walk quickly to his side and pull him to the clothes rack.

After picking for a long time, Ireen finally chose a satisfactory one among them and nodded.

She placed her clothes on Dusty and measured them.

"I roughly estimated your body shape yesterday, you can try it to see if it fits." Irene put the clothes in Chen'an's hand. "Since you are my bodyguard, you can't embarrass me in terms of appearance."

Chen'an took the clothes, and was a little at a loss for a while.

Ireen was amused by the way Dusty looked now.

She chuckled, put a shoebox on her clothes, and then stood behind Dusty and pushed him into the front room.

"I've helped you buy clothes, and you can't change your clothes, so you have to help you, or do you want to change them in front of me?"

Dusty came to his senses and quickly slipped into the room and closed the door.

Looking at Chen'an's back, she was never able to connect the young man in front of her with the schizophrenia and murderous maniac in Lan Lan's mouth.

Jiu'er jumped to Irene and rubbed her legs.

After today, she is also impressed by her favorite idol.

I didn't expect the wonderful content she presented to them on the Internet to put in such a lot of hard work behind the scenes.

Facing Jiu'er's sudden closeness, Irene was full of joy.

She squatted down and picked Jiu'er up from the ground.

"Meow." Irene shouted at Jiu'er.

She liked Chen'an, a white kitten with heterochromatic pupils, and for the first time, she felt that the words cute, noble, and bewitching, which were completely incompatible, would appear in a cat at the same time.

"Meow." Jiu'er also responded.

She wanted to say, "Ling'er, you have worked hard, thank you for the happiness you bring us."

While one person and one cat were communicating, Chen'an also changed his clothes and walked out of the room.

After changing into new clothes, Chen'an no longer looked like an inconspicuous poor boy who had just come out of the slums.

He was dressed in expensive clothes, and his eyes were indifferent, as if he was standing on a high place overlooking everything around him.

Irene looked at the young man in front of her, who had changed dramatically, and she groped her chin, quickly finding the place where she was not satisfied.

She ran to the bathroom and got a comb out of it.

"No one ever told you to take care of your hair?" Irene stood on tiptoe, her eyes gradually becoming gentle.

Chen'an always felt that he had seen this kind of gentleness, but when he thought about it, he couldn't remember anything.

Maybe the original mother of this body used to look at her child so gently.

He bowed slightly, matching Irene's movements.

After finishing Chen'an's hair, Irene smiled with satisfaction, she picked up a blue tie from the shelf, and skillfully tied it for Chen'an.

The sunset outside the window shone on the two of them, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

All that is left in the world is the girl who gently ties her tie, and the teenager who stands quietly in front of her.