ASTNovels Chapter 2447 I invited you, do you have any objection?
Chapter 2447 I invited you, do you have any objection?
When everyone heard this, they all looked over, and Anya's little sister Miffy was excited.
She had come all the way here specifically for Singh.
Her uncle is a staff member of the club, and it is entirely thanks to her uncle that she can come to the rest area this time.
When he saw me in person, his eyes almost turned into stars, sparkling with an intoxicating light, and his whole body seemed to be nailed to the spot.
Singh is even more handsome in person than in the photo.
A black and red racing suit, tightly wrapped around his muscular body, exudes an unruly and wild aura, as if he will burst out with wild power at any time.
Coupled with that angular face and rebellious hairstyle, the overall look is cool and awesome, exuding an irresistible charm.
Especially those single-lidded eyes, when they were tense, seemed to exude a hint of cold contempt, which made people want to conquer him.
This fatal attraction is fascinating.
Miffy didn't care about much at the moment and took two steps at a time to meet him.
Singer's eyes happened to see Xiaobai, Marcy and others behind them.
The boy's face, which originally had a cool look, was like spring sunshine melting snow when he saw his family and friends. The coldness between his brows instantly dissipated and was replaced by undisguised warmth.
A brilliant smile bloomed on his face, as if even the air around him was brighter.
He almost immediately left his colleague who was still talking to him and ran towards this direction without hesitation.
Miffel's eyes were fixed on Singer.
Seeing him walking towards me quickly with a clear goal in mind, my heart started pounding and I subconsciously thought that he was coming towards me.
A hint of shy joy crept up her cheeks, and she quickly turned her head slightly, and her fingers hurriedly tidied up the loose hair on her temples.
Trying to look more presentable.
When Singer approached, she took a deep breath, stepped forward, and introduced herself with irrepressible joy and anticipation in her voice: "Hello Singer, my name is Miffy."
Singh was stopped in his tracks, his steps suddenly stopped, his face full of surprise.
He frowned subconsciously and blurted out, "Who are you???"
A staff member nearby came over with a smile on his face and quickly tried to smooth things over, "Singer, this is the niece I told you about. She likes you very much and is your fan."
Singh came back to his senses, and with a forced attitude, he replied, "Hello."
Miffel was very happy and asked immediately: "Can you sign an autograph for me and take a photo with me?
I have been following you since your first game. Every game you play is so exciting. You are so amazing! "
Singh has seen all kinds of fans over the past year or so.
I have long been accustomed to this fanatical attitude and my heart is calm.
He didn't say much at the moment, just smiled slightly, picked up the pen skillfully to sign, and then posed for a photo.
After finishing, he asked calmly, "Is this okay?"
Miffel looked at the photo on her phone and nodded in response, "Okay, thank you."
She carefully put away her phone, pulled Singh back, and started talking.
"It's such an honor to meet you. Thanks to my uncle, I can see you so closely..."
After dealing with it, Singh wanted to go to his family, but he was tripped.
Although Singer felt impatient, he forced himself to listen patiently and forced a smile on his face.
The coach had already observed from the side and he knew Singh's character very well.
Seeing that the girl was chattering non-stop and had no intention of stopping.
The coach immediately interrupted and said, "Miffel, okay, Singer still has something to do, and you got the autograph, so just wait over there! Don't delay him."
Upon hearing this, Miffel immediately nodded obediently and said, "Okay."
But her expression was clearly reluctant to leave, and there was a hint of regret in her eyes.
She still has a lot to say!
But it doesn’t matter, at least I got an autograph and took a photo.
Enough for her to show off for a while.
Singh finally managed to escape and breathed a sigh of relief. He walked quickly towards his family who were waiting in the distance, his steps much lighter.
The coach wanted to go with Singh, but when he saw the staff of the organizer standing by, he was surprised.
Why are they here?
He immediately asked, "Is there anything wrong?"
The staff quickly explained the situation, "These two girls just reported that some fanatical fans had sneaked into the backstage, and we were planning to drive them away."
Singh paused, frowning, and asked, "What fanatical fans?"
The staff member immediately pointed at Marcy and the others and said hurriedly, "That's them."
The coach's face suddenly changed and his expression suddenly became very interesting.
He was about to open his mouth to scold.
Anya and Miffel came forward and interrupted firmly, "Yes, it's them.
Coach Feta, these people don’t even understand racing, but they ran to the rest area under the pretext of liking Singh. It is obvious that they have bad intentions.
We were just about to kick them out!"
After hearing this, Coach Feta felt a rush of blood to his forehead, his vision went dark, and his temples throbbed.
He clenched his fists and suppressed the anger in his heart.
I wish I could pick up these two blind idiots and throw them out immediately to avoid embarrassing myself here.
The expressions of the other people at the scene were also a little strange.
Some of these people had met Singh's family.
After all, we had eaten together before.
People came to cheer for Singh, but were treated as outsiders and kicked out?
This is so ridiculous that it leaves you speechless!
Miffy and Anya were completely unaware of the strange looks around them and the almost stagnant air.
Miffel even thought it was natural. She waved her hands impatiently at the staff beside her and urged them in a tough tone: "What are you still standing there for? Get them out!"
At this moment, Singh, who had been silent all the time, took action.
He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, and his expression, which had been relatively calm and even had a hint of a smile on it, instantly became gloomy.
It's like a layer of ice.
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes cold and sharp, revealing a sense of ruffianism and unquestionable arrogance.
He sneered very coldly, and his eyes shot straight at Miffel like an ice-hardened knife. The sound was not loud, but it hit everyone's eardrum clearly.
"Drive them away? Are you worthy enough?"
When Miffy heard this, the expression on her face froze instantly, as if she had been struck by lightning.
Her eyes widened in disbelief, suspecting she was hallucinating, and she stammered, "Singer...what did you say just now?"
Singh's face was cold and fierce. He spoke word by word with great emphasis, "I invited them here. Do you have any objections?"
Coach Feta also explained to the staff, "Sorry, this is someone we invited, not someone who sneaked in."