Chapter 176 Do Do-hwan and I have a good match?

The pink stage setting is very much in line with the style of the Friday couple.

At the introduction of the temporary MC, the two also walked out from the side of the stage.

The cheers at the scene became noticeably louder.

Kang Do-hwan, wearing a pink suit, extended his gentlemanly hand as usual.

With Bae Joo-hyun, who was wearing wedge heels, they went to the designated white bench and sat down.

After the music started.

Jiang Zhaohuan held the microphone in his left hand and put his right hand behind Bae Zhuxuan, gently hugging her shoulders.

He raised his eyes to look at the camera in front of him, and his smile was obviously brighter than before.

"Arm-and-shoulders are fine/but holding hands is a little dangerous."

Bae Joo-hyun was also very cooperative, and with a slightly embarrassed smile, she leaned towards Kang Do-hwan.

When they sang the second half, Jiang Zhaohuan also withdrew his hands and waved them in front of him.

His voice is very clean, leaning towards the bass but with a gentle feel.

"Goodnight texts are fine, but texts asking if I slept well are not."

Bae Joo-hyun was a little nervous as there were too many fans watching in the audience.

But her good professional ethics helped her keep a calm mind.

"Contact me when you're bored/It's OK to have a cup of coffee/But drinking together late at night is not OK."

She figured when it was over, they would exchange contact information.

My cheeks turned red uncontrollably.

“It’s OK to make a phone call occasionally/But a video call is No Thanks/I can’t do it anyway because it’s embarrassing.”

When Jiang Zhaohuan heard this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

why?
Because he thought of the phone call error that happened a few days ago.

So they should have had a video call, right?

The two sang the ambiguous song "45.7cm", and their interactions of looking at each other and holding hands became more and more frequent.

Just like the lyrics say - come over here.

This is indeed Jiang Zhaohuan's selfish desire.

But precisely because I like it, I won’t show it too obviously.

This is a stage, and if we are too ostentatious, the female artists are often the ones who get hurt in the end.

“The relationship between the two of us/We are the only ones who don’t know/Maybe there is a thread connecting us.”

“Rather than saying we’re friends/it seems like we’re closer/maybe we’re just standing on that line.”

The camera lens, the eyes of the audience, and the artists watching TV in the backstage waiting room.

They were all paying attention to every move on the stage.

There are people who talk in low voices.

To outsiders, the interaction between these two people is really sweet.

It's even hard to tell whether it's acting or just true feelings.

Yu Dingyan, still wearing his stage costume, stared at the TV in the waiting room.

She sighed without noticing:
"Wow... they look like a perfect match."

When Park Ji Hyo heard her friend's sigh, she immediately coughed twice:

"Ahem, walls have ears, so you'd better be careful with your words."

Yu Ding stretched out her hand to cover her mouth. She didn't expect to say what was in her heart.

After she made sure that everyone around her was a member, she smiled awkwardly:
"It's okay, it's okay. We are all family here."

I don’t know if walls have ears.

There was a pair of ears next to Yu Jeongyeon that showed that they were very concerned.

Minatozaki Sana, whose eyes had been on the TV from beginning to end, frowned after hearing these words.

I was already envious of Irene's interaction with Kang Do Hwan.

After hearing the words "very good match", a look of worry immediately appeared on his face.

Minatozaki Sana tried hard to control her facial expression, but ultimately failed.

She didn't want to watch any more, so she said "I'm going to the bathroom" and walked out of the waiting room.

Seeing all of this, Zhou Ziyu could only sigh helplessly.

She is well aware of Sana's ambition and believes that she will not cross the line.

But that's exactly why it's so uncomfortable.

There is no way to convey jealousy as a friend.

In the end, the only one who will feel uncomfortable is Sana herself.

Zhou Ziyu sighed again, feeling that if she continued like this, she would soon become a master of emotional analysis.

"Tzuyu, why are you sighing all the time?"

Kim Da Hyun, who was standing next to Zhou Ziyu, narrowed her eyes nervously.

She couldn't help thinking, could it be that Tzuyu has a crush on Dohwan? "Huh?"

I saw Zhou Ziyu’s silly expression.

While everyone's attention was on the TV, Kim Da Hyun stood on tiptoe and whispered:

"You wouldn't like it...huh?"

"Mo?"

It took Zhou Ziyu a few seconds to realize the meaning of her friend's words.

She reached out and hit Jin Daxian's arm speechlessly, and whispered:
"No, I just think..."

"feel?"

"I think Do Hwan oppa will be even more tired. I'm afraid the private fans will get even crazier after this performance."

Kim Da Hyun showed an understanding expression and agreed:

"Ah... that's really possible."

The scene that fans hate to see the most is the interaction between idols and the opposite sex.

Because in the fantasy world of sasaengs, they are the idols’ closest people.

Now someone has emerged to try to seize this throne.

Then they will go even further and take the throne back.

Zhou Ziyu secretly glanced at Kim Dahyun's expression.

After making sure that his attention was no longer on the previous topic, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Really, if I wasn’t smart, I would have almost been blamed.

Humph, I have to ask Sana unnie to buy me chocolate ice cream.

Minatozaki Sana felt depressed when she walked out of the waiting room.

She walked around the backstage, not daring to go too far away.

Finally we arrived at the fire escape stairs.

At least it's quiet here and generally no one comes here.

Minatozaki Sana buried her head in her knees in distress.

She also didn't expect that her first love would be so bitter.

Unrequited love is really hard.

Especially when you can't express your feelings.

Minatozaki Sana raised her head, held her cheeks and stared blankly.

Just as she adjusted her mood and prepared to leave, a bad smell of smoke came.

She raised her eyes and looked at the strange male idol who appeared in the corridor.

Moving his eyes downward, he saw that the smell of smoke was indeed coming from the cigarette in his hand.

The male idol who sneaked in here to smoke obviously has no self-awareness.

He was even a little smug, thinking it was fate that he bumped into Sana while smoking.

"Sana xi, why are you here alone?"

He knew very well that Sana Minatozaki was well-known in the circle for her sociability.

Moreover, he has always been very polite and enthusiastic towards his fans and seniors.

I am her senior, so maybe I'll have a chance to strike up a conversation with her and exchange contact information.

However, his hopes were dashed.

Minatozaki Sana was already in a bad mood, and became even more annoyed after smelling the smoke.

There was a rare expression of indifference on her face.

He stood up and walked past, leaving a question that confused the senior who was trying to strike up a conversation with him.

"Senior, are you and I familiar with each other?"

It was clearly a question, but it sounded more like an affirmation to my ears.

熟？
That's definitely unfamiliar.

The male idol turned around in surprise, looked at Minatozaki Sana's back and said puzzledly:

"Strange, why do you feel like you're totally difficult to get along with?"

Feeling equally strange.

There is also Park Choa who just finished her LINE Live broadcast in Tokyo.

A minute ago, she saw Seolhyun watching the live broadcast of "Music Bank".

He just said, "What a good man and a faithful woman."

Seolhyun asked a strange question.

"So do Do Hwan and I have a CP feeling?"

　In South Korea, the term "good men and good women" does not refer to monks, but to handsome men and beautiful women. It is usually used to express the feeling that handsome men and beautiful women together are very pleasing to the eye.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)