On how to get back the protagonist who was scumbed by me [Quick Transmigration]

Facing the number in his hand, Su Mu found his own small room.

Pushing open the door and going in, I saw a person talking to the camera.

"Someone..."

Su Mu touched the mask on his face, still feeling a little nervous. Although the system had assured him many times along the way that no one would recognize him, but just to be on the safe side, he still applied to the program team to wear a mask to appear on camera. .

Wang Sizhe, who was broadcasting live, noticed a person coming at the door, and immediately greeted: "Hello, hello, come in." He took the handheld live broadcast device and walked towards Su Mu, not forgetting to introduce to the audience, " Look, my new friend is here."

He wanted to put his arm on Su Mu's shoulder in a familiar way, but in vain, "Come on, follow me into the house."

It is said that it is a room, but it is actually less than two square meters, with one table, two chairs and one live broadcast camera.

As soon as the two of them were seated, they heard the announcement:

"Attention contestants, the live broadcast will start from the moment you step into the room. Today is the selection of the lead singer, and the interviewer is a popular singer~"

"The two sides of the battle and the sequence will be paired by the system, randomly matched, and your original songs will be played against each other. In the end, the audience and instructors will vote together, and the three with the highest votes will be determined from the eight."

"Within 10 minutes, you interact with the bullet screens of netizens, and the tutor is also watching~ Be good."

At the end of the broadcast, Wang Sizhe looked at the bullet screen and kept asking if he could ask his new friend to take off the mask.

Glancing to the side, he found that Su Mu hadn't taken off his mask yet, so he asked, "Hey friend, are you still taking off your mask now that you've come to the show?" After that, he reached out to take off Su Mu's mask.

Being stopped by Su Mu, the familiar feeling made him a little uncomfortable, "I'm sorry, I want to wear it first." The polite and sincere smile made Su Mulu's eyes slightly narrowed, making him look handsome but not kind.

The light above his head fell on his eyes, adding a bit of watery light, as if there were stars reflected in it, and the elastic black mask also highlighted his excellent nose bridge vividly.

This smile made the live broadcast viewers even more curious, but they still agreed with Su Mu's wishes, and they all typed on the public screen: Listen to what the handsome guy means.

Anyway, I still have to take off my mask when I'm on stage, so what's wrong with leaving some mystery.

Looking at the handsome guys all over the screen, Wang Sizhe was unhappy, and thought to himself: If a handsome guy is still wearing a mask, he must not look very good, I am afraid he is not ugly.

"You really know how to pretend," chuckled softly, turned and said to Su Mu with concern, "New friend, the audience says you are a handsome guy, you must surprise them when you perform~"

The upswing ending sounds a bit pretentious, like a mouthful of industrial saccharine being stuffed into someone's mouth.

Su Mu heard the meaning in his words, did not speak, and kept a kind smile.

His silence made Wang Sizhe believe in his own judgment even more, and he couldn't help but look down on Su Mu, muttering in his heart: Why did the program team find such a small person to lower my grade.

After that amazed smile, the bullet screens were all asking Su Mu questions, Wang Sizhe completely lost the enthusiasm before, and stood aside.

(Does little brother have a girlfriend?) (So handsome)

(Will you find a boyfriend?) (hahaha)

Facing the barrage of crazy questions, Su Mu stared at the screen of the live broadcaster with some novelty, and answered seriously.

"No girlfriend."

"Thank you for the praise from the audience friends."

"Boyfriend...uh," he suddenly remembered the plot of his departure, so he answered ambiguously, "I never thought about it before."

Wang Sizhe, who was on the side, was getting more and more unhappy seeing the bullet screens full of Su Mu, but he still maintained a hypocritical face.

He picked a few questions that he thought were dominant, and turned to ask Su Mu, "Hey, the bullet screens are all asking, how did the program team find you, do you want to answer?"

Thinking that he is the chief director of the program group, he specially called to invite him to participate in the program, so he must have a higher status than this person.

With a little smug smile on his face.

But this program was reported to him by the system, how could Su Mu know the details.

[System: Host, you can just say whatever you want, make it up for yourself, as long as you wear these glasses, what you say is the truth. 】

A system prompt sounded in his mind, providing him with a way of thinking.

'May I make up some nonsense...'

Combined with himself, he tentatively said: "Um... I am an online registration."

Online registration?so ordinary? !

These eight big characters coincidentally appeared on the system panel and Wang Sizhe's complaints.

"Ahem," Wang Sizhe cleared his throat, "So there is still online registration. I used to be in a bar band, but I didn't expect to be spotted by the chief director, and he personally called me to inform me~ I heard that this kind of treatment There are only two people." He emphasized his special status.

After finishing speaking, he saw more and more discussions and praises from the bullet screen. He grinned contentedly, and turned around to signal Su Mu to watch it together.

Su Mu looked at the barrage seriously, "It's amazing," he praised in his mouth, and he also admired this young child in his heart. He watched the promotion of this program yesterday, and it seems that he still has high requirements for music.

Looking away, he took out his cell phone and glanced at the time, thinking that in ten minutes he would be performing in front of an audience of nearly a thousand people without any cover, the pulse on his wrist beat faster, and the trembling with excitement and fear prompted the cells to accelerate their supply. Oxygen, breathing heavily.

Putting it cautiously on his lap, his fingers unconsciously curled up and wrinkled, feeling the boredom that the mask brought him.

"Are you nervous?" Wang Sizhe looked at him as if a big battle was coming.

He thought that Su Mu was so nervous because he was overwhelmed by his strength, and pretended to comfort him disdainfully, exalting his image, "It's okay, you may not meet me, besides, the opponent in my heart is Jiang Yifan, He was invited by the director, so amazing!"

"Jiang Yifan?!" Su Mu repeated these three words in surprise, then turned to look at Wang Sizhe, "Didn't you say you want to recruit a creative lead singer?" The tone revealed the strange familiarity of the person in the conversation, as if he knew him very well.

This made Wang Sizhe feel that his idol was offended. He looked at this guy covered in goods all over the floor and was very upset. He didn't put on a kind mask and retorted loudly, "Of course Jiang Dashen will compose. All the songs he released before He wrote it all himself!"

This confuses Su Mu even more, because he wrote Jiang Yifan's songs!

Three years ago, he and Jiang Yifan were originally sent by the company to participate in the draft together, and the two reached the finals together.

Unexpectedly, the day before the finals, he encountered a car accident on the way to pick up his sister who had been pestering him to watch the game.

When he woke up again, he had been framed as a plagiarist, and the company had already made a decision to bury him in the snow. His sister became a vegetable who could only lie on the bed and couldn't wake up, and he had many spots all over his body. Broken bones and unable to defend themselves.

When he was worried and desperate about the high medical expenses and liquidated damages, Jiang Yifan came to him. Since then, he has made a living by buying songs. A few days ago, he also received a contract renewal. How did he become a singer-songwriter...

"Didn't you read Weibo?" Wang Sizhe frowned, scrolling through Weibo to educate this guy who doesn't have internet access.

Passed the searched Weibo to Su Mu, proudly shaking the phone, "Did you see that yesterday, Great God Jiang announced that the mysterious and talented composer K is himself, and these are his creation records."

Su Mu couldn't take a closer look at the wobbly screen. He grabbed Wang Sizhe's wrist without thinking much, and looked at the so-called sketch of the song score and the praise for Jiang Yifan on the screen. Su Mu was angry and happy.

Anger is due to my incompetence in not being able to stop Jiang Yifan's shameless behavior for myself who has already signed a non-disclosure agreement, and happiness is because so many people recognize my creation.

In fact, on the day he signed the sales contract for medical expenses, he thought that this would happen.

Forget it, as long as Lingling is still alive...

Under the camera, he concealed the change of emotions in his heart, his eyes were lowered, and his teeth were biting the soft flesh of his inner cheeks.

"Have you grabbed enough!" Wang Sizhe broke away from his wrist, "with such great strength."

Looking at the fingerprints on his wrist, Su Mu scratched his head tactically, and apologized awkwardly, "I'm sorry Ang, I was a little excited." Then changed the subject, "I didn't expect that K would be him."

Talking about this, Wang Sizhe got excited, "I didn't expect it at the beginning. Before this, I always thought it was some big man in the industry. I really like him! I am his fanboy! Let me tell you, I am in I noticed him when his first song came out, and then I just…”

The awe and admiration in his eyes almost blinded Su Mu's eyes. It's hard to imagine what kind of expression this fanboy would show when he knew that the "big boss" he confessed to was the guy in front of him who he defined as a street stall .

Su Mu has been listening carefully to his mental journey. Facing his enthusiastic praise, the thin lips under the mask are somewhat embarrassed, and the worry and restlessness about his own strength gradually calm down.

During this exchange, Wang Sizhe also developed a good impression of this person with kind and unflinching eyes.

"Attention all contestants! The competition has officially begun!"

"Now please get the contestant with number 3 to come on stage and sing."

The broadcast above his head sounded at the right time, and Wang Sizhe, who was still talking about how he fell in love with K, stood up and showed his number to Su Mu, "Then I'll go first, and I'll let you continue when I come back." speak."

"Well, come on."

Each contestant's room has a broadcast screen. On the screen, Wang Sizhe introduced himself confidently and then began to sing. No doubt it was the man who was called by the director.

"Please ask the interviewer to vote for the contestants. The full score is ten votes. There are 250 audience judges at the scene, and each of the judges also has one vote. Please vote carefully."

The interviewer, who had been sitting with his back to the contestant mysteriously, turned around, and the camera immediately moved closer, and Chen Feng's face appeared on the broadcast screen.

Almost all the audience cheered excitedly and shouted: This ticket is worth the money!

Although the audience was very happy, Wang Sizhe was a little disappointed, thinking: so he, this kind of traffic singer who can only look at his face is also worthy of being a mentor?

After Chen Feng made some comments on the contestants' performances, he cast seven votes, and 250 people at the scene also cast a high vote of 212.

The on-site director was relieved to see such a high number of votes. After all, the No. 3 contestant was pulled in impromptu after they watched the performance in the bar.

"Then now the system will choose Wang Sizhe's opponent."

Just when everyone was worried about which unlucky guy would score such a high score, Chen Feng picked up the microphone and said, "Can I appoint a player?"

The on-site director immediately agreed.

Nonsense, who doesn't want a hot topic that fell from the sky.

"I want to choose a player who is in the same room as Wang Sizhe."

"Okay, then please come to the stage on the 8th!"

And at this time, the director's headphone behind the scene heard the angry voice of the chief director behind the scenes, "The voice is completely wrong, he is not the lead singer we saw at the bar that day!"

"You don't even know how to do this? If you still have this quarter's bonus, unless the person I want shows up right away! Wait until it's all deducted!"

This made the on-site director directly confuse, and it was a bolt from the blue, but he still wanted to redeem his bonus, "I'm sorry Mr. Fu, my mistake, I'll go find someone right now!"

"Is it still useful?! There is a live broadcast today! Even if the live performance is recorded and broadcast, the contestants and audience already know it!" yell.

But soon, this oolong was broken.

Su Mu was holding the microphone and his fingers trembled nervously. He stood on the stage with a calm face, and took off the mask he had been wearing neatly under countless pairs of curious eyes.

While waiting for this process, the audience invariably fell silent, and their high expectations, which were held high by the sense of mystery, were greatly satisfied at this moment!

Those who were still worried about Su Mu's appearance directly upped their favorability. Of course, they would still vote seriously, after all, this is a real-name system.

There was also the chief director in the earphones who was quiet, he was silent for a while, and said coldly: "You are lucky, the bonus will not be deducted from you."

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The author has something to say:

Will not cheat.