Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

The staff in front of her urged her a few more times to get Yoko on stage as soon as possible.

Okino Yoko ran back to the lounge from the corridor, knocked on the door, and asked hesitantly through the door: "Mr. Lancer, they said that if I don't come on stage, they will skip this process and go directly to the launching ceremony. Already..."

"Can you really help me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a slender hand with clear joints was placed on the door, and a clear male voice sounded from behind the door panel.

"Don't worry...Miss Yoko, I will take care of this."

The door to the lounge opened slowly, and an innocent "woman" wearing a light-colored dress with solid blond hair appeared from behind the door.

His figure is too thin, even if he is disguised as a woman, from his slender white neck to his exposed shoulders, and his too slender waist, there is no sense of disobedience.

Only the chest part...

Lancer tugged at the collar in embarrassment and said helplessly: "I couldn't find suitable padding, so I added a few more breast pads. It doesn't look very natural!"

His voice was clearly that of a man's, but his outfit was exactly that of a woman's!

Okino Yoko opened her mouth in surprise, but soon her eyes lit up. She walked around the young man in brisk casual clothes and admired from the bottom of her heart: "It's amazing! This level of cross-dressing, even if It’s hard even for professionals to tell the difference!”

"If you don't look carefully at the breasts, you won't be able to see anything...but you should avoid contact with others to avoid squeezing the empty cup~"

Lancer put on elegant pink long gloves and sighed: "It's really not easy to be a woman!"

"But for you, Mr. Lancer, pretending to be a woman is something that comes easily!" After Okino Yoko exclaimed, she glanced into the lounge. Her agent who said she wanted to help didn't know where she had gone.

"By the way, Mr. Lancer, can you sing?"

"I can only guarantee that my singing will not be out of tune~"

"Huh? In that case, why not do it myself?!"

"Just kidding..."

The two of them walked together toward the long corridor leading to the front desk of the outfield.

When walking side by side, Okino Yoko can't help but peek at the people around her with her peripheral vision.

Although his makeup skills are very good and he tried hard to imitate his own makeup, they only look similar at first glance. In fact, their facial features are not the same at all.

His face is more handsome than mine, his eyebrows are three-dimensional, and he doesn't have the cute baby fat of female stars. The chin is also very angular as if it had been carved by an axe, and the facial features are of a delicate but dull style, which is very attractive.

The blonde wig was stuck so well that the original hair color could not be seen at all.

Speaking of which, his original hair color seems to be silver?

It's a pity that I couldn't take a few more glances just now...

[System: The beautiful sister is peeking at you, don’t you think about trying to date her? 】

What a hell! Do you think you have a long life?

Finally reaching the entrance of the corridor, Lancer stopped and stretched out his hand towards Okino Yoko.

"What...oh, I almost forgot! I'm so sorry!"

Guests invited to the club will have a gold-rimmed business card pinned to them, so that even if they don't recognize their face, they can know their identity through the business card on them.

Okino Yoko blushed and pinned it on his chest. Finally, she rubbed half of her face with swollen wisdom teeth and bowed to him to thank him.

"There are no cameras today, so it doesn't matter if you are recognized as someone other than me. Please don't put too much pressure on me... Also, thank you very much for your help!"

Lancer blew a kiss to her, and that beautiful face made Yoko Okino's heart beat loudly.

The clear male voice turned into a cute and soft girl's voice in an instant.

"It doesn't matter, because there is nothing I can do with a beautiful girl like you. Besides, I have a reason to do this."

Okino Yoko: "!!!"

listen well!

She has completely turned into a girl!

[System: I think about how much I paid for you to learn the voice-changing technique from that pseudo-sound master. Fortunately, you didn’t give all this skill back to the teacher. 】

"How can you return something you spent money on? That's not my style."

Lancer walked through the door connecting the outfield and the corridor and appeared in front of many guests. Before causing greater controversy and dissatisfaction, he gracefully walked onto the stage with his skirt in hand.

The doubtful sounds of his companions came from his headset.

"Why does the woman who walked on stage look familiar?"

"Lancer, where did you agree to delay? Where are you?"

There was just a beep, and Lancer's communication was connected, but when he spoke, it was a girl's voice that looked very much like Okino Yoko.

"Sorry, everyone, I'm late. Because I have to sing on such an occasion, I feel nervous... But in order to apologize to everyone, I have prepared an additional song..."

The double voices from the loudspeaker and the headset overlapped one after another, and the sunglasses on Vodka's face fell off.

His lips trembled and he said in shock: "What's going on?!"

Did Lancer give the communication headset to the female singer?

When everyone in the action team was surprised, they heard Gin interrupt their conversation: "Cooperate with her."

"Brother? Who are you talking about?"

"Heh...that 'woman'."

As the music started to play, Lancer heard the deep magnetic voice, and suddenly the tips of his ears were so red that they were about to bleed.

However, he still bravely stood in front of the microphone, and at the moment when the lights in the club dimmed, he slowly opened his voice.

Old English songs that symbolize classics echoed in the clubhouse. The standard British pronunciation and long breath made people marvel at the singer's singing skills.

Coupled with the extremely beautiful face of the female singer, the guests present forgot all the unhappiness they had felt not long ago and were immersed in "her" beautiful singing voice.

Such singing also reached Gin's ears through the headset.

When he pointed the gun in front of him at the man in front of him, he suddenly felt itchy in his throat.

Maybe he is addicted to cigarettes and needs to smoke a cigarette to relieve himself.

The inexplicable anxiety in his heart made him gradually lose his patience. He put the muzzle of the gun on the head of the domineering congressman and smiled evilly.

"Originally I had something to say to the congressman, but there is no need now."

The congressman's mouth was stuffed with a wad of toilet paper—probably Gin had improvised it from the bathroom.

His widened eyes showed fear, and Gin had seen this look too many times, and without any mental barriers, he pulled the trigger.

As the councilor's body fell, Gin heard the singing in the headset pause briefly.

A sigh belonging to the young man floated into the man's ears for a short time.

His hand holding the gun tightened, and his protruding Adam's apple rolled as if itching.

After a moment, Gin's voice appeared in the communication headset.

"Ready to meet me."