Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Nolan gritted his teeth and forced out a few syllables, his fierce aura scaring the boy so much that he turned and ran, not even having time to take out the flowers behind him.

"Wow, what a handsome kid! Don't you really want to consider him?"

Messiah peeked out furtively, leaning against Nolan's shoulder with a wicked grin.

Nolan clutched the love letter tightly, her pretty face flushed, and only out of aristocratic etiquette did she refrain from tearing the frightened birth application to pieces.

It seems that the thought processes of gods are indeed quite different from those of mortals.

"You're the one who caused all this trouble!"

Nolan glared at Messiah, but then helplessly shrugged and said, "It's none of my business. You two get a share too."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't underestimate yourself too much. I've counted, only two-thirds of those love letters were for me, the rest... hehe."

Nolan's heart skipped a beat as he realized something.

"You're even a little bit more popular than Chinara. By the way, if I were a boy, I would choose you too."

Messiah whispered in Nolan's ear and blew a warm breath into his ear. Nolan's body tensed up and his face turned even redder.

"Goo!"

"Ha, you're actually blushing! How cute!"

While making a casual joke, Messiah suddenly hugged Nolan and kissed her on her left cheek, leaving a faint lipstick mark.

It was only then that Nolan noticed the girl's blue hair was styled in an updo, her pretty face was adorned with delicate makeup, and she was dressed in a magnificent indigo evening gown, her beauty breathtaking.

At this moment, the big star who was active on the stage of various planes and stars truly jumped out of the screen and came to his side. His breath and heartbeat were within reach, making his blood boil and his breathing rapid.

Nolan stared at those beautiful eyes adorned with stars, completely mesmerized.

As Messiah was gazed upon with the same beautiful and moving gaze, a blush gradually spread across her face. She bit her lip nervously, realizing that the joke might have gone too far.

"Cough cough!"

After a long silence, Nolan broke the subtle tension and asked, "Why are you dressed like this?"

"Isn't it pretty?"

Messiah wrinkled her little nose, lifted her long skirt, and twirled around in her high heels.

She spent the whole afternoon getting ready; anyone who dares to say she doesn't look good will be beaten to death!

"It looks nice, but that's not what I'm asking..."

Nolan rolled his eyes, and Messiah then realized that this quirky young lady was genuinely unaware of the situation.

"Uh, you really don't know? According to the tradition of St. Lenza, the first night of school is the highly anticipated freshman ball. We can't let this celebration that belongs to us go unenjoyed!"

23. Middle school girl

Freshmen Prom?

Come to think of it, that kid did mention a dance or something.

Nolan blinked; no wonder there was no one on the school path.

At this time, both freshmen and returning students were carefully preparing in their dormitories. The girls were waiting for the gentlemen's invitations, while the boys dressed up and came out in droves.

If there's any chance to escape singlehood in the new semester, it has to be tonight.

With hurried footsteps, Zinora also came down the stairs, lifting her skirt, and ran up to the two of them in a fluster.

The fairy princess's soft golden hair was styled into a flower knot, adorned with an adorable sunflower hair clip. Her slightly chubby face was made up to look much more mature, and she radiated beauty.

"Um... could you help me pull up the back zipper?"

With a flushed face, Zinora turned her back. The pleats of her pale yellow dress were pure white, like a pure lily, tempting one to pick it.

It is a woman's nature to love beauty. Both Chinara and Messiah clearly intend to dress up and make a stunning appearance. Perhaps there is also a tacit spark between them. After all, they are unwilling to lose to others.

Nolan looked at Messiah, then at Chinara, and fell into deep thought. If he were a man, he would have found it very difficult to make a decision.

"Speaking of which, why are you still wearing your school uniform! You're not planning to participate looking like this, are you? People will laugh at you to death! Honestly, I can't leave you alone for even a second. There's still some time, come up with me, I'll help you pick out a nice little dress!"

Messiah frowned, unable to bear seeing Nolan squander his precious youth, when he could easily become the most dazzling star on the dance floor with a little effort.

No matter how hard she pulled, she couldn't drag the silver-haired girl away.

"do not want!"

"why?"

"I just don't want it, no reason needed!"

The two Qiao sisters stubbornly refused.

Dressed up in a flamboyant manner, posing seductively at a ball in a sexy and revealing gown, and even dancing with men—just thinking about it is shameful enough!

Neither the beautiful goddess king nor the heartless Old Joe could accept that scene.

"Why! The dress I personally selected for you will absolutely stun those younger guys!"

Messiah's eyes widened, seemingly displaying a high degree of confidence in his fashion sense.

Unfortunately, Nolan stubbornly grabbed her cheek and said fiercely, "I don't need it!"

If I dress up so beautifully, won't I receive even more love letters?

Nolan may want to be welcomed by ordinary people, but certainly not in this shameful way...

In order to prevent someone from disrupting the 516 formation, Zinora also joined Messiah, one clinging to Nolan's leg and the other pulling on Nolan's arm, desperately pushing her upstairs.

"I don't want to participate!"

"No! You have to go, otherwise I won't feel safe! What if you run into a pervert!?"

Surprisingly, although Nolan is cold and beautiful yet careless, she doesn't feel like a girl at all to the two of them. Instead, she has the same reliable quality as a boy, making her very dependable.

"I'm not going! I already have a dance partner! What would it look like if I went with you guys?"

Nolan gripped the doorknob tightly, resisting being put in the little skirt.

At this moment, the two noble ladies suddenly stopped what they were doing, as if a single sentence had struck a nerve.

Messiah's lips twitched, and he covered his face, saying with a wry smile, "Speaking of which, I forgot the most important problem: I don't seem to have a dance partner."

"Eh......."

The smile on Zinora's delicate face gradually disappeared; they were so busy tidying themselves up that they neglected this.

Yes, what's the point of them dressing up so beautifully if they don't have a dance partner? Are they just dancing solo?

The two exchanged a glance, both realizing the question the other was pondering, and their faces turned ashen.

Should we go look for it again?

How could that be...?

In reality, while they might want to attend the freshman dance, they might not actually be willing to dance with strange men.

Young girls often simply can't resist any celebratory parties.

Moreover, as a public idol of the City of Freedom and an elven princess of the Sunlit Royal Court, it would be inconvenient for either of them to accept invitations from the opposite sex, lest misunderstandings arise, rumors spread, and damage their image.

In situations like this, you need a tool person who is absolutely loyal and unlikely to be misunderstood by outsiders...

But where can you find a man like that?

Messiah bit her finger, anxious and impatient, not wanting to miss the first page of her wonderful campus life.

Suddenly, she looked at Nolan, sizing up the tall, silver-haired girl for a while, her eyes growing brighter and brighter.

My goodness, isn't this a ready-made, perfect answer?

"I have a great idea!"

"Ok?"

Chinara's gaze followed Messiah to Nolan, and she immediately realized what Messiah meant. Her pretty face flushed red, and she intertwined her fingers, extremely excited.

The two Qiao sisters were grinning foolishly with their arms crossed, secretly laughing at the two silly girls for being so clueless. Little did they know they would get themselves into trouble so quickly.

"Does that mean you can do anything as long as you don't wear a skirt?"

Messiah extended his index finger and lifted Nolan's chin, his words carrying a bewitching and mysterious meaning.

Nolan didn't understand the trap hidden in the words and nodded subconsciously.

"Okay, from now on, you'll be our dance partner tonight!"

"Wait! I didn't say that..."

"Skirt or pants, it's your choice! Anyway, if you don't spend today with me, I'll come to your bed every night and make a huge scene so you'll never get a good night's sleep again. If you nod, I'll do anything you want from now on!"

Messiah stood with his hands on his hips, unaware that this unprecedented threat of happiness actually excited Joestar.

"Please, Nolan!"

Zinora clasped her hands together, as if praying to her god.

One of them was angrily threatening and coaxing, while the other pitifully tugged at Nolan's sleeve, his big, watery eyes pleading.

A great deity cannot disappoint its believers...

Qiao comforted herself in this way, hanging her head and resigning herself to her fate amidst the cheers of her beautiful roommate.

Five minutes later, a familiar yet unfamiliar gentleman came downstairs; it was much faster to put on men's clothing than a formal dress.

Nolan scratched his head, awkwardly adjusted his belt, and exuded a dashing air.

Black leather shoes, white gloves, and a blazer—Messiah had prepared a pure black evening gown for her, as glamorous as a prince in a stage play, slightly flamboyant. Heaven knows how her bottomless suitcase ended up containing men's clothes.

However, the living room was eerily silent. Zenora and Messiah looked shocked, their faces slightly flushed, their expressions complicated, and they couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Nolan pursed her lips, twisted her silver ponytail to one side, and her temperament was naturally inclined to be aloof and arrogant.

At this moment, the faint displeasure at being used as a tool in the corners of his eyes and brows added to his frozen aura that kept people at a distance, making him look like an irresistible, aloof, and handsome nobleman from a fairy tale.

Of course, this is just the shared idea of ​​a highly romantic fairy princess and a star-studded songstress who loves performing on stage. Their girlish hearts are overflowing, and Josephine will never understand it.