Chapter 61 Pink

Canaan then stopped talking awkwardly.

But his expression was still a little dazed, as if he was sleepwalking as he followed Lu Yi.

"Alas, that's the Pope... If my future can reach one-tenth of his, no! One percent, then I will be satisfied."

Sensing the special admiration for the Pope in Canaan's words, Lu Yi turned his head slightly to look at him.

"You seem to particularly admire the Pope?"

"Is there anyone who doesn't worship him?" Canaan said confidently, "There are only two kinds of people in front of His Holiness the Pope: one is his followers who worship him, and the other is those who are jealous of him and resentful."

Lu Yi couldn't quite understand Canaan's strong worship of Callisto. Hearing this, he became even more puzzled and asked, "But why? Is it just worshiping his power? Or worshiping his compassion?"

Canaan's exaggerated expression faded away, and he looked at Lu Yi with some seriousness.

Only then did Lu Yi realize that Canaan had a pair of exceptionally deep eyes when he was not smiling. His dark eyes were like the purest obsidian. Once they were not in the crescent shape of a smile, they revealed a bit of indifference.

Maybe it was because he was always smiling and had an exaggerated expression on his face, so his sudden serious expression actually made Lu Yi feel a little strange.

"Lu Yi, you are a nobleman. You probably will never know what His Holiness the Pope means to those of us struggling in the middle class of society."

Pope Callisto was not of noble birth in the strict sense. His father was just a priest from a country gentry background, and he spent his childhood in a small city-state in an ordinary empire.

"We believe in God and long for His salvation." Canaan said softly, "But we are not God's favorites like you. Most of the time we can't wait for God's salvation. In various situations, we can only save ourselves. Everyone has his own way of living..."

"Do you feel that what I said is a bit rebellious?" Canaan smiled with the corners of his mouth.

Lu Yi shook his head, "No, I think you are right."

On this continent, gods are unreliable, at least for humans.

Even though Lu Yi knew clearly that he had reaped the benefits from the gods, he still did not pin his hopes for his future on the uncontrollable gods.

"We will still believe in God, but in addition to believing in God, we must be our own saviors." Canaan said softly, "Just like His Holiness the Pope."

Callisto has had an extremely brilliant path.

"He would distribute relief items to the poor, set up church schools for children who could not afford to go to school, and distribute free books that taught people how to get close to the element of light... His Majesty not only became his own savior, but also the redeemer in the hearts of countless people."

"These people are loyal believers of light. They have a fanatical faith in the God of Light and also in being human..."

"stop!"

Before Canaan could finish his words, Lu Yi suddenly pressed his hand and interrupted him.

Lu Yi's eyes widened, and there was an obscure light flashing in his eyes.

"Stop talking."

Canaan swallowed silently and raised his hands to his ears in surrender.

He whispered, "Sometimes I think I'm just overthinking..."

Lu Yi looked at him deeply and said, "Whether it is true or not, I advise you to stop thinking about it."

“Being too sensitive is sometimes not a good thing.”

"But at least it's better than knowing nothing." Looking into Lu Yi's eyes, Canaan smiled bitterly, "... maybe you are right."

"Lu Yi, just pretend that I didn't say anything just now. I have never mentioned those words to anyone else. I just said them on impulse..."

"This is not an impulse." Lu Yi gently put down his hand that was still by his ear and said seriously, "This is your trust in me."

"It is precisely because of your trust in me that I cannot let you continue talking."

Canaan smiled again, but it was a relaxed smile.

"I……"

"My God of Light! I finally found you!"

A male voice came from the room in front, and Piero rushed in front of the two people with sweat on his forehead. Without even saying anything, he hurriedly pushed the two people into the room.

"Senior Biero?"

Suddenly seeing an acquaintance, Lu Yi blinked.

Biero, who hadn't seen Lu Yi for a while, was caught off guard and dazzled by his beauty again. He took a deep breath and said, "Brother Lu Yi, you seem to be a little better looking recently..."

"Senior, if you want to praise me, you can say that I performed quite well in this freshman competition..." Lu Yi turned his head and said.

Complimenting someone's face as soon as you meet them, what a thing!

Biero waved his hand and said, "Hey, that should be a normal performance for you. It's nothing. I haven't seen them exaggerate so much. I can see clearly what people look like!"

"I'm not bragging, senior." Jianan corrected, "In the finals, Lu Yi's original skill directly cut off the sword in the referee's hand!!"

"...That's just a piece of scrap copper and iron that you picked up at random!" Lu Yi turned his head and pulled Canaan's sleeve.

Biero glanced at Canaan and said happily, "Oh, not bad, a supporter! I haven't seen Junior Brother Lu Yi for a few weeks, and you have more and more followers around you! Can I still follow you now? Junior brother, I guess you are a well-known person among Lu Yi's followers, right? Can I join? I have already agreed with Lu Yi for a place!"

Jianan looked at him, slapped his head and suddenly realized, "Senior, you are talking about Lu Yi's official fan club, right? I know the way to this, do you want to learn about it?"

"Great, great!" Piero said excitedly.

“No, you guys…”

Seeing the two people singing the same tune, Lu Yi had no choice but to interrupt their increasingly outrageous conversation.

However, Lu Yi failed because he was pulled deeper into the backstage by a pair of slender hands reaching out from behind him.

The fashionable woman in a white school uniform was holding a row of brushes that looked like makeup products.

She pushed Lu Yi to sit on the chair in front of her without giving him any chance to refuse.

"Brother Lu Yi, please cooperate. It's your turn to go on stage soon. We're running out of time! The other six people in the top eight have already finished their makeup. Only the two of you are left! I have to put your makeup on quickly. There's also Canaan behind you who needs to put on makeup too!"

The woman's hands were soft and warm, and she had a faint fragrance on her body.

Under her drastic actions, Lu Yi immediately froze in place, unable to move, and could only allow the woman to toss him around like a little girl's favorite dress-up doll.

The soft-bristled brush kept brushing across his face. Lu Yi lowered his eyes slightly as he watched the woman carefully examining his cheek.

"Junior, your face is so red. Are you hot?" the woman asked worriedly. "It shouldn't be that hot this time... Do you want me to call a mutant wind-type student to blow air for you? Or there seems to be a small manual blower in the corner..."

If it were someone else, the woman would not be so considerate.

There's also a wind blower! It's good that she's not impatient!

But once her target became Lu Yi, she only became extremely worried whether the space was too stuffy and would suffocate her cute and beautiful junior.

"It's okay, it's okay! No need to go through so much trouble! Thank you, senior! It's really not necessary..."

Seeing that the woman really intended to help him carry the blower, Lu Yi immediately declined.

The senior sister was still worried, thinking that Lu Yi was too shy to bother her, and asked again and again: "Is it really not hot? If you are hot, don't hold it in. Tell me, okay?"

The woman's words, as if coaxing a child, immediately made Lu Yi's cheeks even redder. The thin pink even meandered all the way to his neck, and continued to penetrate into the vaguely visible collarbone covered by the collar.

The translucent white skin, with its blue blood vessels particularly distinct, looks even more gorgeous once it is stained with a large area of light pink.

His facial features are very aggressive and sharp, but the pink color can well neutralize the sense of distance that keeps people at a distance.

It makes people want to pick it more and more.

The woman accidentally caught a glimpse of the fair and beautiful skin under his collar, and suddenly her eyes seemed to be burned, and her hands also seemed to be scalded and stopped where they were.

Her open mouth froze, and the words she wanted to say to tease Lu Yi that he was just shy got stuck in her throat.

Lu Yi didn’t know what happened to her, he just felt that the movements on his face seemed to have stopped.

He opened his eyes puzzledly and asked, "Senior, are you okay?"

The woman swallowed her saliva and said in a hoarse voice, "Not yet, please Lu Yi close your eyes first..."

She could no longer look directly into those clear eyes.

The woman put down the brush in her hand and took a wet cotton towel to carefully wipe the fine powder she had just applied on Lu Yi's face.

Lu Yi noticed that she seemed to be removing her makeup. His thick black eyelashes trembled slightly, and he asked in a low voice: "Senior sister?"

"It's nothing, I just think you may not be suitable for this makeup." The woman explained to him patiently.

She knew clearly that Lu Yi was extremely handsome, but she still subconsciously wanted to add a little more brilliance to this extreme beauty.

She is the best at putting on makeup.

She carefully put on makeup for Lu Yi, looking forward to what kind of charming face Lu Yi would have when he opened his eyes.

But when Lu Yi opened her eyes, she realized that she was wrong.

This face should have been in its most perfect state.

One more point would seem superfluous, one less point would lose some of the vibrant soul.

The fine powder she applied on him only covered up his already delicate, smooth and flawless skin. It didn't add radiance to him, but instead made him look ugly, like someone jealous of his beauty!

For the first time, the woman did not lament her superb makeup skills. Instead, she was heartbroken about Lu Yi's obscured beauty and angrily cursed the person who had put on makeup for him, well, that was herself.

After finally removing the makeup gently, the woman finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"You can open your eyes now, Lu Yi." She whispered softly.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yi obediently opened his deep blue eyes.

The woman's hand that was supporting Lu Yi's chin immediately moved to her chest.

God of Light, she is a ruthless person who has no feelings or love, so why is her heart pounding?

"Senior." Lu Yi blinked, "Is it okay now?"

"Okay, okay...wait a minute!"

Lu Yi paused in his movement to stand up, and sat back in his chair obediently.

The woman rummaged through the drawers for a long time and finally found a small jar from a small cabinet in the corner.

"What is this?" Lu Yi asked curiously.

"Lipstick~" the woman said with a smile.

The moment Lu Yi stood up, she finally thought of what she could do with this perfect face favored by the goddess of beauty.

A jar of light pink lipstick.

Lu Yi's lips were bright red, as if he had his own red lipstick on. This particularly bright red complemented his bold facial features, making his beauty more aggressive.

The light pink color can soften his aggressiveness a bit.

Although it can't make him look better, it can at least show another unique style.

The goddess of beauty who has always been unattainable suddenly reveals some softness and fragility. Who can bear it!

The more the woman thought about it, the more she felt that her flash of inspiration was brilliant.

She unscrewed the small jar, as if she had forgotten that there was a small brush in the secret box under the lipstick jar, and gently applied a light powder on Lu Yi's plump lips with her warm fingertips.

This is because it is easier to blend with temperature, the woman said to herself.

Lu Yi was stiff until the warmth on his lips left, then he stammered, "Senior, is this all right now?"

"Okay!" The senior finally made a satisfied gesture to Lu Yi and mercifully let him go.

Lu Yi immediately breathed a sigh of relief and jumped off the chair as if escaping.

The author has something to say:

I guess the estimate is wrong. The award will be given in the next chapter.

Come back on Saturday after the holiday! I want to be a golden cookie!

Suddenly I realized that this is the 61st chapter! My wife will give a red envelope to those who leave comments on this chapter!