The True Young Miss Is A Spoiled Boss

Perhaps it was because she was talking about the person she liked, the girl's eyes were very bright, as if they were shining.

Everyone was listening attentively, and no one on the field spoke.

"I've asked an lang if she would give me a hug if I recognized her in real life ..."

Xing Jiu 'an remembered that it had been after a competition. There were many people on the field. She didn't know who had said it, but she had replied that she could.

"She said yes."

"I say, can I change the hug to a handshake? She said that as long as you can recognize her, I will. "

"I've watched more than a dozen of her matches. From the first time she started performing, she hasn't missed a single match. I also hope to see the face under her mask ..."

"Instructor Xing, do you think she will admit her identity if I see her one day?"

At that moment, everyone looked at Xing Jiu 'an.

The girl was a little nervous, but if she didn't ask now, she might not have the chance in the future.

It was impossible for Xing Jiu 'an to agree to their requests and perform for them every time.

As for an lang, he had not participated in any competitions for more than a year. She had even thought that an lang might have given up on street dancing.

An lang had once said that she would quit this industry after she had won enough trophies.

No one would think that an lang was boasting!

Because she did have the strength!

Right now, the girl was looking at Xing Jiu 'an nervously.

The others had already guessed it, and they looked at Xing Jiu 'an in surprise.

Some people who did not know who an lang was asked who he was, and they were recommended by people who knew more.

He had won more than a dozen matches.

The trophy he won every time was of particularly high value!

He was the well - deserved king of the street dance world!

Xing Jiu 'an sighed."So that girl is you."

She did not deny it and admitted it.

She smiled helplessly at the girl."I thought no one would know."

The lady's eyes were filled with tears."I know, of course I know. I've watched every one of your matches. I've watched every single one of your videos more than a hundred times. Miss an lang, I want to see you become a God, and I have indeed seen you become a God."

Xing Jiu 'an walked over and took the tissue from someone else. He thanked her and then handed it to the girl.

"What God? are you removing me from the register?" She joked.

"I ... I didn 't." The lady waved her hands and said in embarrassment,"you are my God."

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After returning home, Xing Jiu 'an still couldn't forget the way that girl looked at him.

She had seen this kind of gaze many times.

Her every identity was her hobby.

She had never felt that other people's screams and adoration were real.

She rarely said anything on stage, nor did she contact her fans. The number of times she talked to her fans was pitifully few.

She could see their excited and loving gazes when they looked at her, and she was touched by it. However, she had such a high status, and it was inevitable that she would let it go when she wanted to rest.

She had never thought that someone would like her for so long.

She suddenly realized that she seemed to understand why Lin ran liked her job so much.

It turned out that a stranger's love could also make people happy when they were caught off guard.

It turned out that this was a very happy thing.