My Line Connect To The Demon World

Actually, he also felt that something was not right.    

After all, what he did just now was a little too realistic.    

The other party did not pay him, nor did he drink.    

Once he paid, he couldn't help but want to drink.    

But there was no other way.    

Who would go against money?    

This was human nature.    

He retorted, "Aren't you happy to pay? Hmph, don't pretend to be the Virgin Mary here."    

Anyang glanced at her mouth.    

" I am not as vulgar as you. "    

"Even if you don't give me money, I will still do things as a person and I will always uphold my own principles."    

"You..."    

Tung Shou was secretly angry.    

This was too much.    

I will block your spear for you, and stop those who disturb you.    

You dare to tear my stage apart?    

You're heartless, don't blame me for being unjust.    

"I don't think you're interested in the three million, right? You're aiming for someone."    

"After settling the matter with Teacher, forget about the three million, even if it's a thousand or three million, you'll still be able to get it."    

Anyang seemed to have been stabbed in the heart and her pretty face instantly turned red.    

"Tung Shou, you bastard. You dare to randomly hit the CP. I'll fight you to the death."    

"Hmph! Anyway, you are not my opponent. What can you do about it?"    

...    

The two of them continued to argue.    

Ye Fan immediately scolded, "Alright, stop quarreling!"    

"If you can drink, then drink. If you can't drink, then leave."    

Seeing Ye Fan getting angry, they also put away their emotions.    

The dishes were served three times, and the wine was served five times.    

Anyang and Tung Shou seemed to be having a drinking match.    

Neither of them gave in to the other. They only stopped after drinking three or four bottles of red wine.    

These bottles of wine added up to more than a hundred thousand.    

Ye Fan was indifferent. He did not care about money. He was only afraid that Anyang would feel uncomfortable later.    

With her current spiritual energy, she could not force out the alcohol.    

As the saying goes, even if you drink too much, you will vomit!    

Fortunately, the two of them were good at drinking, just a little tipsy.    

Anyang burped and said, "Ye Fan, let me ask you a question."    

"Go ahead."    

"Did you like me in high school?" Anyang asked.    

Er...    

Ye Fan did not expect it to be such a private relationship problem.    

It must be a lie to say that he had never liked her.    

Anyang was the campus belle after all, and her looks were very outstanding.    

In that era, she was the dream goddess of all boys.    

But in this kind of occasion, was there a need to admit it?    

First of all, she drank a bit too much, probably asking about alcohol.    

Secondly, even if Ye Fan admitted it, it would be meaningless. After all, it had been so many years.    

Furthermore, it would easily cause Anyang to have unnecessary misunderstandings.    

But directly denying it would not work either. It would definitely hurt her heart.    

At this time, it would reflect the art of talking.    

Ye Fan said lightly, "Haha, who wouldn't like you back then? You are the goddess in everyone's eyes."    

Indeed.    

Anyang's face lit up.    

She stuck close to Ye Fan's ear and let out a fragrant breath.    

The warm breath kept assaulting his ears, causing goosebumps to rise all over Ye Fan's body.    

"Does everyone including you?"    

"What do you think?" Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and asked.    

"If I knew, would I still ask you?"    

Anyang wanted to continue asking.    

Suddenly.    

A beautiful music played on the stage of the restaurant.    

Anyang frowned.    

"It's so unpleasant. Does this count as singing? It's simply an insult to my ears."    

"Why doesn't it count? Although it's not as pleasant as a professional singer, he's still a singer. It doesn't sound good, but it doesn't sound bad either."    

Tung Shou said with disdain, "What a joke. If you have the ability, go and sing it."    

"If you want to sing, sing. Who's afraid of who?"    

Anyang took advantage of the alcohol and rushed onto the stage.    

She took out a hundred yuan note from her pocket. It was very obvious that she wanted to spend money to buy a chance to sing.    

However, the restaurant allowed this kind of activity.    

The singer smiled as he gave up his seat and asked, "Beauty, what song do you want to sing?"    

At this moment.    

Anyang's drinking energy was more than half awake.    

She was usually a shy girl and had never performed in a situation where there were a lot of people.    

To be honest, she was still a little scared in her heart.    

But since the arrow was on the bow, she could only bite the bullet and go.    

"En... Give me the pain of breathing."    

"Alright, wait a moment."    

The music started.    

Everyone's eyes were focused on Anyang, like a spotlight.    

They were all very curious about how moving the voice of a sweet looking girl like her would be.    

This was the first time they were looking at her from the Iron Tower of Tokyo.    

They watched the lights imitate the falling starlight.    

...    

Remembering is the pain of breathing, it lives in every corner of my body.    

Hmph, the song you love will hurt, looking at your letter will hurt, even silence will hurt.    

...    

She was a little nervous the first few sentences, and her breathing was very unstable.    

But as she sang, she entered the state.    

Instantly, the entire room was filled with wonderful sounds.    

Every song, every word seemed to have a tiny tentacle, constantly fiddling with one's heartstrings.    

The song ended.    

Everyone was still immersed in it, unable to forget it.    

"Pa! Pa! Pa!"    

A thunderous applause rang out.    

It took a long time for the applause to fade away.    

A blush appeared on Anyang's face and she quickly ran back.    

Getting the applause already proved that her performance was a success.    

But she only cared about Ye Fan's evaluation.    

"Ye Fan, how is it?"    

Tung Shou interrupted, "I didn't expect you to have such skills. It's really nice to hear. It's much better than that singer."    

"Sigh, you are ruining his job."    

"Get lost. I didn't ask you."    

Anyang continued to stare with her big eyes full of curiosity, waiting for Ye Fan's evaluation.    

"You sang well, but if you want me to give you a score, I can only give you 82 points."    

"Huh?"    

Anyang was a little disappointed.    

Obviously, she felt that the score was too low.    

It seemed that the talent that she had done was not worthy of his attention at all.    

The others were also very surprised.    

To not even be able to get full marks for this kind of singing, the requirements were too high.    

Did he really know how to appreciate music?    

Who knew that Ye Fan still had the second half of the sentence. He said softly, "But the remaining 18 points, I want to give you 666 points."    

"You sing really well."    

"The other half of the song was full of hate."    

The twists and turns.    

Anyang's mood calmed down a lot.    

Tung Shou also glanced sideways at her.    

He thought he would hear some sharp poisonous snake comment.    

Teacher was only so-so.    

"Teacher, this joke of yours is super cold! Furthermore, it's a cliché cliché. It's really boring."    

Ye Fan rubbed his nose.    

"Is that so? Then I'll give her full marks next time. Actually, I'm afraid she'll be proud."    

"Hehe, I'm already proud."    

Anyang said playfully.    

They were chatting passionately.    

Suddenly.    

A middle-aged greasy man walked over.    

He walked with vigorous steps, his face full of excitement.    

As if he had found a treasure, he was incomparably happy.    

He came in front of Anyang.    

He directly opened his mouth and said, "Miss, hello!"    

Anyang was stunned at first.    

Then, a trace of disdain flashed across her eyes.    

What the hell?    

I'm singing to capture Ye Fan's heart.    

Why did I invite a greasy uncle?    

He can't be thinking of wrapping me up, right?    

How disgusting.    

The middle-aged man had seen countless people and naturally noticed Anyang's mood. He immediately explained, "Beauty, don't misunderstand. I just have something to tell you."