After transmigrating into a slag attack, I became a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

Shuai Chang came late, and was the last one to put on makeup. It was two o'clock when he finished painting, and Zheng Rui hurriedly took them to the backstage.

The voice of the host can be heard in the background. The hostess first introduces an anchor, and when the audience shouts the name of the anchor, the anchor will walk out from the backstage.

Han Qing was the second to last on stage, and his handsome appearance caused the fans to exclaim.

Shuai Chang, as the first brother of Lemon Live, made his finale appearance.

The hostess didn't know if she was a fan of Mr. Kuya, but she talked about him endlessly, and the audience kept screaming.

"Let's invite Mr. Kuya!"

Because Mr. Kuya never showed his face, the fans were all prepared in their hearts that he might look unsatisfactory. As soon as the hostess finished speaking, the handsome man with broad shoulders and long legs walked up, smiling handsomely. A pair of peach blossom eyes are romantic.

He raised his hand to greet the fans in the audience. The people in the hall seemed to have forgotten how to speak, and there was silence. Even the hostess lost her voice, and stood by the side in a daze, looking at Shuai Chang.

The nine anchors next to him were already overwhelmed by Shuai Chang's charisma. Not only were they not jealous, they were even more proud than themselves that they were so popular.

Han Qing walked up to Shuai Chang with the microphone and said with a smile, "Are you all overwhelmed by Kuang Ye's handsomeness?"

Han Qing's words awakened the vocal cords of the fans, "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, I love you, my god!"

"God, you are so handsome, I want to give birth to a monkey for you!!!"

"God, you are so handsome, why don't you show your face in the live broadcast, what have I missed in the past two years!"

Everyone was screaming, and the roof of the hall was almost lifted by the sound waves.

There is no way for the event to continue like this. The hostess finally recovered from the shock and wanted to control the field, but the fans were too excited, and the hostess was drowned out after speaking several times.

When the hostess didn't know what to do, Shuai Chang took the microphone from her hand, made a downward movement with his left hand, and shook the microphone with his right hand to indicate that he had something to say.

As if the pause button had been pressed on the sound wave, it disappeared in an instant, and everyone stared at Shuai Chang wondering what he was going to say.

Shuai Chang bowed to the auditorium, "Thank you very much for your support all the time, and thank you for not giving up on me in the previous turmoil. I can't repay my madness, I can only..." Shuai Chang showed a bit mischievous With a smile, the fans covered their mouths and wanted to shout out, but they were afraid of missing his next words, and all of them stared at his mouth with wide eyes.

"I can only repay you with two more hours of live broadcast every day."

"God Kuang Ye, I love you!!!" The long-haired girl sitting in the front row cried out, someone took the lead, and the emotional fans began to cry, regardless of boys or girls.

They felt sorry that they couldn't help him or give him support during the previous turmoil. Now, not only did God Kuangya not blame them, but he also thanked them for their support. Many people burst into tears.

"Don't cry, all the good and bad will stay in the past, we have to keep looking forward." After Shuai Chang said these words gently, he returned the microphone to the tearful hostess beside him.

The hostess sniffed, and Shuai Chang handed her a tissue in a gentlemanly manner.

The hostess blushed and wiped away her tears, clutched the wet tissue tightly, straightened her waist, and smiled confidently: "I think everyone is very excited to meet the idol today, let's not talk much, enter the first place." In this session, the anchors are asked to select one of their fans to come on stage and say what he most wants to say to the anchor.”

"Of course, because there are too many fans from Kuangya Dashen today, three fans can be drawn from them to come on stage." The hostess asked with a smile, "Are you happy?" She said and turned the microphone towards the audience.

"Happy--"

"I'm also very happy. Now let's draw fans who are absent-minded. Please take out a number from the draw box."

He is young, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and looks like a southerner. He is not used to such occasions, so he walked over in embarrassment, looked at the audience anxiously, closed his eyes and pulled out a note .

The hostess took the note, "Guess what number is it?"

"NO.13! Congratulations to this fan, please come on stage with your ticket."

The fan covered his mouth in disbelief, stood up, jumped up excitedly and ran onto the stage.

The hostess arranged her by her side, and the fans couldn't help laughing. The hostess asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Wu Tingting."

"When did you start liking absent-minded people?"

"I have been attracted by him since I watched the live broadcast for the first time a year ago. What I look forward to most every day is the live broadcast of absent-mindedness. He is really warm and healing."

"Next, come and tell him what you most want to say to him."

The hostess stepped aside, giving the center of the stage to the two.

The fans stood face to face with Absent, raised their heads and said to Absent: "Please continue the live broadcast."

"it is good."

A moment of silence.

The hostess quickly answered, "Thank you for this fan."

There was laughter from the audience, and the fans ran off the stage covering their faces in embarrassment.

After that, the seven anchors have experience, and it is natural and interesting to interact with fans.

The penultimate one was Han Qing, who narrowed his eyes nervously when he drew a note, and the fans in the audience covered their faces and said he was so cute.

Han Qing: "No. 120 Seven."

The hostess showed the number to the fans in the front row: "Where is No. 120 No. [-]? Please come on stage with the ticket."

The hostess called out several times but no one came to the stage, "Maybe this fan is too excited, let's give him another 5 minutes, after 5 minutes if no one comes to the stage, we will have to draw again."

Seeing that the event was going well, Zheng Rui felt bored in the backstage, so he went outside for a walk, and when he got outside, he saw his brother striding towards him. After seeing him, he asked, "Where is the progress? Is it the turn of Han Qing's fans?" ?”

Zheng Rui said: "Well, maybe the fans are not at the scene, no one has been on stage."

Zheng Yue smiled and raised the ticket in his hand: "I'm not coming."

Zheng Rui was dumbfounded, what kind of showmanship was his brother doing!

After Zheng Yue finished speaking, he walked inside, and Zheng Rui, who felt that there was a good show to watch, quickly followed.

Zheng Yue walked into the hall with a ticket. Zheng Rui was the organizer, and no one would stop him without a ticket.

Zheng Yue went straight to the stage, and Zheng Rui found an empty corner seat and sat down to watch the show.

The hostess said: "There are still ten seconds left. If this fan doesn't show up, we will draw another one."

Then she saw Zheng Yue, and Zheng Yue raised the ticket in his hand at her, indicating that it was her.

The female host's eyes lit up: "Our fan of Han Xiaoshuai anchor finally appeared! He is a handsome guy."

Zheng Yue stepped onto the stage and smiled slightly at Han Qing's astonished expression.

"Ask this fan to introduce himself."

Just as the hostess was about to put the microphone to Zheng Yue's mouth, a staff member sent him a brand new microphone. Zheng Yue looked at the audience, and Zheng Rui showed him a cautious gesture.

Zheng Yue put his younger brother's careful attention, full of confidence, "My name is Zheng Yue, and I am a loyal fan of Xiaoshuai."

"Why did you arrive so late? You and the host almost missed it just now."

Zheng Yue said: "I have something to do temporarily today. I will drive over immediately after finishing the matter. It is an honor to be able to stand on the stage and talk to Xiaoshuai."

"Then please tell the anchor what you most want to say to him."

Zheng Yue looked at Han Qing affectionately, and Han Qing avoided his sight uncomfortably. Zheng Yue like this made him very stressed, and hoped that he would not say anything that would embarrass him.

"Han Qing, I like you, can you be my boyfriend?" Zheng Yue confessed very manly.

Han Qing's face froze, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at Shuai Chang, who raised his eyebrows in doubt.

The rotten girls in the audience howled wolves and booed, "Together together!"

Han Qing's lips moved, looking at Zheng Yue's earnest eyes, he didn't know how to refuse so as not to make him sad. He only regarded Zheng Yue as a friend, and he didn't expect Zheng Yue to have that kind of thought for him.

Zheng Yue said seriously: "I will treat you well."

Han Qing bit his lower lip tangled, "I'm sorry." He whispered, "Thank you for liking me, but I can't accept it."

Zheng Yue was overwhelmed with great disappointment, "I always thought you liked me too..."

Han Qing lowered his head, "I'm really sorry, I have always regarded you as a friend."

Now the atmosphere on the stage is even more awkward than when he was absent-minded. The hostess tried to smile: "Okay, I've finished my sentence. There are many people who like the anchor. It is impossible for the anchor to accept it all. I hope this fan will not be too sad."

"I see." Zheng Yue lowered his eyes in disappointment, stepped off the stage and pushed the door directly to leave the hall.

Zheng Rui hurried after him, fearing that his brother would do something stupid.

"Now, it's time to draw the fans of the last anchor, please come to the center of the stage."

The fans raised their hands excitedly: "Me, me, me!!!"

When Han Qing retreated, he brushed past Shuai Chang, and said without end, "He and I are really just friends."

Shuai Chang gave him a strange look, not knowing what he meant.