Master Sheng, Ma’am, She Became Popular All Over the World with Her Fortune-telling Skills

Sheng Shijing is not yet qualified to think about whether a girl is a girl or not. What he wants is a girlfriend's copybook.

A copybook sent in front of the people of the whole country.

Withdrawing his gaze, he stood up from the instructor's seat and walked towards the backstage.

It seemed unhurried, but in fact it was very fast, and finally dragged Xie Xihe into his own dressing room before Xie Xihe returned to the big dressing room.

He bent down and hugged the person.

Xie Xihe: "???"

Sheng Shijing buried her head in her neck, her voice was muffled: "Aunt Xie, can you give me a title?"

Xie Xihe laughed: "Uncle Sheng, you're a bit pushy."

Sheng Shijing: "I want to be married."

It is best to be the kind of husband who can marry and give birth directly.

"For example..." Sheng Shijing's voice became more muffled, and he didn't know if it was Xie Xihe's illusion, but he could hear some grievances, and continued: "My husband's husband."

Xie Xihe: "..."

With no expression on his face, he kicked people away with one kick.

"In the next round of the double match between me and Meng Ke, I have drawn the fifth place, so I have to change clothes." Xie Xihe said, turned and left after finishing speaking.

Sheng Shijing: ...It's very ruthless.

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Although it is said to be the fifth place, Xie Xihe only needs to simply touch up his makeup and change his clothes. It doesn't take half an hour, so the time is actually more than enough.

She simply found an excuse to leave because she was worried that her will was not strong enough and she would be seduced.

Go straight back to the big dressing room.

But as soon as he reached the door, he heard the faint sound of arguing from inside, and someone mentioned his name.

Xie Xihe raised his eyebrows slightly, pushed the door and walked in.

In the big dressing room, with Meng Ke as the leader, Xiang Si and Xue Ying were standing on both sides of her, and opposite were six or seven trainees from the regiment and their managers or assistants.

With Meng Ke and Xie Xihe as the boundary, the trainees who played before them all put on their makeup in the dressing room of the big dressing room, and the trainees after them continued to wait in the locker room.

At this time, Meng Ke was holding a performance costume that was torn apart by the opponent, and his eyes were cold: "Who did it?"

The trainees on the opposite side exchanged glances and took a step back at the same time, one of them said as a representative: "I said it has nothing to do with us, Meng Ke, are you still finished?"

Meng Ke's long and narrow eyes narrowed, with a strong aggressiveness: "I'm going to believe you if you tell me?"

"You guys are the only ones in the dressing room. Now that Xi He's costume has been ripped apart, it's not you, could it be me?"

Xie Xihe followed her gaze and finally recognized the incomplete performance costume in her hand - it was the dress she was going to wear in the next competition.

The co-author was aimed at her again?

Xie Xihe glanced over the group of people opposite, and stepped forward: "It has nothing to do with you?"

Xie Xihe said, his gaze lingered on everyone for a moment.

It's an overly clean and transparent gaze, once it falls on the body, it will give people the illusion of being seen through.

Everyone's hearts tightened slightly, and they immediately said: "Of course not!"

His eyes swept across the locker room, and the heart that had just been mentioned was immediately relieved.

Zhang Han, who was the representative before, said again: "Evidence is necessary for everything. First, you have no witnesses, and second, you have no physical evidence. If something happens, you want to plant it on us. How can this happen?"

She emphasized her tone: "The dressing room is only a small space. If someone really does something bad, with so many eyes, someone will definitely notice it. Since no one saw it, it can only mean that the clothes are already broken."

This is due to the fact that there is no monitoring in the locker room, and there is nothing they can do if they are killed...

Meng Ke's eyes were filled with coldness, and he almost couldn't help but want to do something, but when he caught a glimpse of the calm face of the girl next to him from the corner of his eye, she was moved and endured it.

Xie Xihe waited for the other party to finish speaking before opening his mouth. His voice was cold and loose, and he said, "You're right, everything needs evidence. We really don't have any evidence."

"So," she raised her eyes to look at them, and reconfirmed, "As long as there is no evidence, it has nothing to do with you?"

Zhang Han always felt that what she said was not right, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he simply didn't think about it, and said with a little chin: "Of course!"

Xie Xihe nodded: "OK."

After finishing the words, he looked away, didn't say much, and walked to the side of a locker as soon as he turned his body - there are a total of 13 lockers in the women's locker room, one for each trainee, it is inconvenient for everyone Put everything you carry with you in the locker.

Including personal items such as costumes prepared by oneself.

Xie Xihe stood down in front of a locker, pulled the locker and the door of the locker apart with force, stretched out his hand, took out a piece of clothing from the locker, and tore it into pieces with a snap. in two halves.

The movement was smooth and fast, and everyone didn't realize it until she threw the torn clothes on the ground and walked to the next locker.

Looking at his dilapidated performance costume, Zhang Han's eyes were tearing apart: "Xie Xihe!!!"

Shouting and rushing forward.

The other trainees were also taken aback, and hurriedly followed.

Meng Ke reacted, and while putting away his chin that was about to fall to the ground, he said coldly: "I heard that Shen Mengyue didn't know where she was injured. She went to the hospital for an examination and couldn't find out any problems, but when she got home, she would lie down. I can't get up."

Everyone's expressions froze, and the forward movement suddenly stopped in place.

He hesitated and did not dare to step forward.

Xie Xihe's movements didn't stop because of their hesitation. At this moment, she had already tore open the doors of two lockers again, took out the costumes inside and tore them in half. .

keep going.

The remaining three trainees whose costumes hadn’t been ripped off finally couldn’t sit still, and one of them gritted his teeth and shouted loudly: “I remembered, I saw it before, it was Zhang Han who tore up yours.” Costumes!"

Xie Xihe finally stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look at the remaining three people, and said with a smile on his lips: "I remembered, unfortunately, it's too late."

As she spoke, she pulled open the fourth locker and took out the costume...

tear up.

tear up.

tear up.

After three consecutive voices, the costumes of the last three people were also destroyed.

Six people, none of them will be spared.

Needle dropping could be heard quietly in the dressing room, and the six trainees stared blankly at their torn performance costumes, and couldn't believe what happened at this moment.

At a certain moment, he looked at Xie Xihe fiercely: "Xie Xihe!!!"

Xie Xihe casually leaned against the cabinet door behind him, raised his eyes to look at them lightly: "How do you say?"

How to say?

She actually asked them what to say?

Does she know what she has done? !

After 12 o'clock, the efficiency is really negative, and I can't even open my eyes.

Good night