Chu Tingxiao kept looking at Qin Muxue standing beside him halfway, unaware of Ouyang's gaze.

He was so cold and turned a blind eye to himself, which made Ouyang feel even more uncomfortable.

Ouyang followed Chu Tingxiao's gaze and his eyes also fell on Qin Muxue.

She lowered her head, pinched the dart with her right hand, and rubbed her white fingers back and forth on the dart.

Qin Muxue frowned and pursed her pink lips, looking a little nervous.

Ouyang coughed lightly and whispered in the direction of Qin Muxue: "Don't be too nervous, this is just a game."

Hearing this, Qin Muxue raised her eyes and looked back at Ouyang.

The two of them had eyes intersected, and Ouyang Yang moved the corners of his lips and showed a comforting smile.

Chu Tingxiao sneered in a low voice.

He suddenly leaned down and leaned into Qin Muxue's ears. His voice was low and full of seduction. "What? Don't your new boyfriend knows that you are having a great dart?"

Qin Muxue glanced slightly, her eyes tangled with Chu Tingxiao.

His handsome face was filled with a smile, and his eyebrows were filled with friendship.

As soon as he met Chu Tingxiao's gaze, Qin Muxue's heart sank slightly.

She turned her head, covered the radio in front of her with her right hand, and covered the radio in front of Chu Tingxiao with her left hand.

To make sure no one could hear the conversation between them, Qin Muxue raised her eyebrows halfway, looked at Chu Tingxiao, and said quietly: "Is this the idea you came up with?"

Qin Muxue said as she shook the darts in her hand twice.

Chu Tingxiao curled his lips without comment and shook his shoulders slightly.

"You are just for that romantic French style." Qin Muxue raised her head, and because of displeasure, her nose tip twitched slightly.

Chu Tingxiao couldn't help but pinch Qin Muxue's small nose.

He bent down and his nose tip was pressed against Qin Muxue's nose.

The two of them were immediately close to each other, breathing and tangling.

Qin Muxue felt that the dart in her hand seemed to grow longer and slowly passed through her palms and spreading upwards in her body.

She gasped heavily and her breathing gradually became messy.

Because Qin Muxue kept covering their radios, no one heard what the two were saying.

Just seeing the ambiguous actions of the two of them was enough to make the entire live broadcast room excited.

- Oh my god! What are they doing?

－－Is it so ambiguous? The chaebol is too good!

The fans in the live broadcast room were restless, and Bingbing and Shiqi at the scene also threw themselves at the scene and laughed at her aunt.

Especially Bingbing.

She folded her hands together and put them in front of her, looked at Qin Muxue enviously, and whispered: "Mr. Chu is so good. If I have such a boyfriend, I will slap myself in a fight with him."

"Hmph." Xu Yi sneered coldly, "Are you a chaebol after all? Your daily life is to shuttle through such occasions. Of course, it is much more than ordinary men do."

As he said that, Xu Yi looked at Ouyang standing aside.

He was staring at Qin Muxue and Chu Tingxiao intently, and the anger in his heart made Ouyang pinch his hand tightly.

The veins on the back of his hand swelled up, and the card was soaked in a few points.

Xu Yi showed a little distress and whispered: "How can we be like our young master? He is the real innocent high school boy."

Bingbing sneered in disdain: "Why did I hear Mr. Ouyang's style\/Which is known to everyone?"

Xu Yi suddenly turned his head and looked at Bingbing.

The parties involved have not yet competed with each other, but these two people are the first to be incompatible.

Soon, the house selection game began.

Xu Yi and Ouyang looked at each other.

She moved carefully behind Ah Hua, avoided the camera, and whispered to Ah Hua: "Young Master means, let's choose the romantic French style."

As soon as Xu Yi finished speaking, he heard a bang. It turned out that Bingbing's dart was already impartially stuck to the innocent campus style option.

Immediately afterwards, Shiqi's dart also fell into the innocent campus style.

Both of them chose the same style. According to the rules of the game, the innocent campus style has been chosen.

Xu Yi no longer hesitated, stepped forward, raised his right hand, and the dart thrust into the romantic French wind with a bang.

She excitedly gave one more and looked at Ouyang with a smile.

The latter also gave Xu Yi a satisfied smile.

Ouyang looked at Qin Muxue and Chu Tingxiao: "It's up to you."

Chu Tingxiao stood there motionlessly, looking at Qin Muxue with his own light.

She pursed her pink lips, glanced at Chu Tingxiao on her face, and whispered with her mouth: "I don't want to live with you any romantic French style."

As he said that, Qin Muxue strode forward.

She pinched the dart's hand and rubbed it gently twice.

Qin Muxue lowered her head slightly and took a deep breath.

On the one hand, Ouyang only thought that Qin Muxue was worried that she would not be able to fly darts.

Ouyang moved to Qin Muxue quietly, raised his hand and gently patted Qin Muxue on the shoulder.

He looked comforting, stared at Qin Muxue, and said with a smile: "Don't worry Xuexue, it doesn't matter if it doesn't hit it."

Qin Muxue and Ouyang looked at each other.

Her eyes didn't move away from Ouyang's face, she raised her right hand, flipped her wrist slightly, and the dart had already flew out straight and pierced directly on the simple pastoral wind.

The scene suddenly became silent.

Everyone looked at Qin Muxue in surprise.

She only lowered her eyes, her eyes were not fluctuating at all, and her face retreated back to her original position without any turbulence.

Ouyang's hand stopped in the air and had not fallen for a long time.

He licked his lips gently, pondered for a few seconds before turning his head away suddenly and looking at Qin Muxue in surprise.

It turns out that her darts were so good!

Not to mention Ouyang, even Ahua, the national champion, was stunned.

Even if he was, he would not be as steady and accurate as Qin Muxue.

The next one is Ah Hua.

Ah Hua did not hesitate and chose the romantic French style.

Ouyang withdrew his surprised look and looked at Chu Tingxiao with provocative eyes. He picked up the microphone and announced that Bingbing and Ahua had chosen the romantic French style.

Before Ouyang could make a sound, Chu Tingxiao stepped forward, pressed Ouyang's wrist, and pressed his microphone down little by little.

Ouyang stared at Chu Tingxiao dissatisfiedly: "Chu Tingxiao, what are you doing?"

"I still have a dart, and the result of the game has not been decided yet."

Ouyang sneered twice: "Qin Muxue chose simple pastoral style. Even if you chose romantic French style, it would be two-on-one, and the result would not change anything."

Chu Tingxiao lowered his eyes and curled his lips slightly: "Since there will be no change, why don't you let me give it a try?"

Ouyang waved his hand irritably, slowly put the microphone back, and said in a cold voice: "Okay, okay, let you give it a try!"

But Chu Tingxiao stalked up and walked straight forward.

He stood in front of the board and took a deep breath.
Chapter completed!