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Chapter 6: After his naive and sweet.

Chapter 6 After his naive and sweet.

After the strange silence, it was Lin Jianxi who reacted first. He bent down in a panic and picked up his headgear. He put it on his head without even looking at the front and back. His little face was flushed as if steam was coming out of it. He looked so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

"Hey - don't be in a hurry."

The host next to him hurriedly stopped him, and held down Lin Jianxi's hand that wanted to put on the doll headgear, and then said slowly: "Let's interview the staff on the scene."

As a veteran who has hosted many idol fan meetings and singer concerts, he certainly knows what fans want to see and hear, and knows how to liven up the atmosphere on the scene.

So in the expectant eyes of the audience, he approached Lin Jianxi with a smile and asked gently: "My friend, no one could guess the topic just now, but you knew what song it was after listening to it for only two seconds, and you sang it so beautifully, and even remembered all the lyrics. Are you also a loyal fan of our Mingfeng?" As

soon as this was said, there was a burst of good-natured laughter and ridicule from the audience.

Scarcity makes things valuable. There are few male fans who chase stars, and there are even fewer who are extremely outstanding in both appearance and singing voice. Naturally, everyone has a strong interest in him.

Lin Jianxi's eyes flashed with a trace of obvious panic. Sheng Mingfeng next to him glanced at him with a meaningful look, which instantly made him feel like a thorn in his back. He subconsciously shrank his neck and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Uh... yes, that's right." There

was another round of booing from the audience, and several girls even put their hands on their cheeks, looking at the two young men on the stage who looked very well matched, revealing a little weird and mysterious smile.

"Then why do you like Mingfeng? Can you tell me briefly?" The host seemed unwilling to let him go so easily and continued to ask.

While talking, the camera was always facing Lin Jianxi, and his face was also displayed on the big screen. Such attention seemed to make the young man a little uncomfortable. When he lowered his eyelids, his curled eyelashes were still trembling nervously, looking particularly pitiful.

He took a deep breath, then held the microphone and answered sincerely: "Because...his singing. When I can't sleep at night, when I feel tired, I hear the lyrics he sings, and I feel encouraged, and then I am full of energy again."

Oh, really?

Sheng Mingfeng frowned, and suddenly took a big step towards Lin Jianxi with his long legs, and the distance between the two was suddenly very close.

"Thank you for your affirmation, I will continue to work hard."

He chuckled and moved closer, tilted his head and leaned close to the side of the young man's neck, with an ambiguous tone, and stretched out his hand to pat his furry shoulder gently.

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience, which sounded like envy, but also a strange excitement.

After all, everyone knew that Sheng Mingfeng was always cold, but he didn't expect that he could be so gentle sometimes.

However, only Lin Jianxi knew that there was a turbulent undercurrent between the two of them when their eyes met. Sheng Mingfeng's deep eyes were full of vigilant scrutiny, like a cheetah spying around, as if he could jump up and bite your neck off the next moment.

When the young man spoke, he used a microphone and deliberately put it close to his ear. The hissing sound of the electric current and the sudden explosion rushed along the auricle to the nerves, shaking him unconsciously.