Behind the stage, Miaomiao looked at the night view outside the floor-to-ceiling window, glanced around the upscale sky banquet hall, then looked down at the gaudy skirt she was wearing, feeling a little uneasy.
This is the first time I’ve played like this since I became a host.
In the past, whether he was broadcasting live alone or interacting with other anchors, he would sing and dance in front of his mobile phone.
Even if you are one or two meters away, you can still see the barrage and gifts.
Even if something doesn’t feel right, you can adjust it at any time.
But today is totally different.
In the nearly 500-square-meter banquet hall, the live broadcast equipment was set up more than ten meters away from them.
Can't see the screen at all.
They don’t know whether there are fans supporting them or haters scolding them in the barrage.
I wanted to take out my phone to take a look, but I didn't have the time.
The programs are one after another, and the pace is very fast.
The only person who knew the situation was probably Ye Wan, who was in charge of the program and the special effects at the same time.
Miaomiao looked at Ye Wan eagerly, trying to get some clues from her expression.
Unfortunately, she was disappointed.
Wan Jie kept her lips curled from beginning to end, without a single flaw in her expression.
"Weren't you full of confidence before the show started?"
Ye Wan smiled and fixed Miaomiao Jiang's hair in a few strokes. "If you were a fan and you were watching our live broadcast with your phone, would you be happy?"
!!!
Miaomiaojiang's eyes lit up.
If she was the one watching the live broadcast at this moment, her mouth would be grinning to the back of her head, right? "Wanjie, I love you!"
She opened her arms and hugged Ye Wan, then Miaomiao listened attentively to the noise in front of the backdrop.
The song in the banquet hall has come to an end.
“…
It is difficult to escape fate in this world.
Blind dates are so unapproachable, or I should believe it’s fate…”
The Supreme Treasure Qin Zhiyi looked at Xia Weiyang, who was dressed in white, with deep affection. As the melody gradually became more distant, he held Xia Weiyang, who was dressed as the Zixia Fairy, in his arms.
Fairy mist like colorful auspicious clouds swirled around, and a pair of figures leaning against each other gradually disappeared into the distance.
"It's perfect, it's perfect! As a first-generation fan of Westward Journey, I will always feel pain that Zhizunbao didn't leave with Fairy Zixia in his arms on the colorful cloud. I didn't expect to see it today. Ah, Wanjie, Brother Lan, and Goddess Xia Ye, I love you..."
"Just now it was white clouds and black soil, and now it's all about traveling to the west. Ahhh, look at the three-hour progress bar, it looks like it can last for a while! Sister Wan meow meow, go for it!"
"This has already reached the 90s, right? Next up will be the 2000s generation, right? I can finally participate..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a rough voice sounded over the speakers.
"The first snow in 2002,
I came later than usual..."
Fans of the post-00s: ???
Is it so down to earth? The Smurfs were also shocked. "My Blue Brother can make such a wild sound? Ah, the melancholy male god has gone and never returned. Blue Brother seems to have become a man with a lasso!"
Ye Wan’s die-hard fans: “Hehe…”
Sure enough, when Ye Wan appeared on the screen again, he was wearing a black jacket and a baseball cap, with his back to the camera.
The heavy snow was falling, and a man's figure was reflected on the pure white backdrop.
“…
It is your tenderness that melts the ice and snow, and it is your sweet words that change the seasons. "
New fans: “…”
Old fans: "Hey, are you surprised? Are you surprised?"
Bang! The moment the gunshot rang out, thousands of people in front of the live broadcast screen jumped up at the same time.
(End of this chapter)