"We will draw five lucky fans on site and leave their contact information. They will issue passes at the same time tomorrow and gather at the KL Building."
"There are also wonderful Easter eggs!" When saying this, the coach raised one hand in the shape of a trumpet, as if he was whispering.
As expected, the fans' attention was diverted, and they instantly became excited again.
Five beams of incandescent lights began to sway randomly in the auditorium, and the people who were drawn were projected on the big screen one by one.
Three men and one woman.
The last beam of light was still turning, and the moment it stopped, the scene was filled with fierce fists.
On the big screen in the center, the girl was holding the KL support sign with both hands, and she happened to look up to see who the lucky winner was. She has fair skin, long hair hanging smoothly behind her back, and a mouse headband with the "KL" light on.
The white light shines on her body, and it can be seen that her facial features are very delicate. No matter how you look at it, it looks good.
Suna also didn't expect that he would be drawn so coincidentally. After all, the system's small methods cannot be used too frequently.
Originally, she thought her milk tea shop was right across the street, so she waited patiently.
It turned out to be really good. Suna blinked uncertainly and pointed at his nose blankly.
The girl on the screen did the same thing.
"Hahaha, no need to look, it's you!"
"You're so lucky."
"I found her to be very good-looking."
Jing Lin didn't have much interest and raised his eyes casually.
then……
The originally casual eyes stopped...
Probably a little surprised to meet him here, the lazy young man seemed to have forgotten to take his eyes away, and subconsciously pursed his lips and sat upright.
When he saw the other person coming up to leave his contact information, his eyes were quietly placed on the hairband with "KL" on his head, and the young man's long slender fingers were crossed lazily against the bridge of his nose.
After Suna finished writing, he returned the pen to him, and when his eyes moved to the side, he just met him.
The eyes are dark and the tears are evil. The purple and white team uniform with silver edges on his body gave him a cold temperament.
"I'm going somewhere." As he walked towards the building, the boy casually unzipped his team uniform and turned his long legs to the other side.
The others in KL were left looking at each other in confusion.
Fat Tiger scratched his head, "Wait?"
"Let's go back first." Guiqiao watched the silvery white gradually disappear, his footsteps seemed to be in a hurry.
Jing Lin walked towards the milk tea shop opposite and stopped across the road.
The girl smiled and handed the milk tea to the guest, her eyes turning into cute crescents.
Jing Lin watched calmly, and suddenly realized that he was too conspicuous, and he didn't even wear a mask.
I don’t know how long I watched until everyone in the store was gone. After hesitating for a moment, he took steps.
"Hello, what would you like to order..."?
Suna raised his head with a formulaic smile. When he saw the person coming, he swallowed back the words he had not finished speaking.
Why is Alin here? !
The key is……
No mask, still wearing team uniform. You must have come here just after the event. What if someone recognizes you?
"Then... come in first."
Suna was a little restrained. Under the influence of the original owner, when he saw KL Jingshen himself, his heart beat wildly.
Last time, it was okay that he came out covered up, so he could pretend not to recognize him.
But now it is...
Seeing him walk into the store and sit down, Suna quickly closed the door curtain. Glancing at him quickly, the young man's eyebrows were delicate and picturesque.
As soon as you enter the store, the invisible magnetic field around you cannot be ignored.
"This way others won't see it." Suna explained as he returned to the bar, trying hard to suppress the girl's heartbeat, and asked with a blushing face: "Jingshen, I am a fan of your KL, can I sign my autograph? "
"..."
Jing Lin had never signed autographs for fans before. He was silent for a moment and nodded lightly.
