Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"...That's why I'm even more nervous."

Xiang Xing puffed out her soft cheeks, her little head drooped down a little, and her eyelashes still trembled uncomfortably.

"As long as there is any problem in my link, you must be implicated... So, I must pursue perfection!"

As the little guy spoke, he suddenly raised his head again, and serious and resolute flames burst out from his soft eyes.

Fanquan clenched tightly, "We agreed before that if the satisfaction rate does not reach 90%, it will be re-recorded, you can't just let it go."

"Am I the kind of person who can release water?"

Zuo Yan chuckled helplessly, raised his hand and rubbed the cheek that looked like a fat puffer fish.

In the softly lowered eyes, the deep meaning was even more profound.

In his prediction, the satisfaction rate of this song must exceed 95%.

Otherwise, it would be meaningless to stay in such a music world, so it is better to go back directly to fulfill the agreement of the old man.

...

A morning passed.

"Boss, the audition feedback has been recovered almost."

In the recording studio, Xing Mu's assistant walked in with a tablet and handed it to him with a smile, "I took a cursory look and there should be no bad reviews."

"right?"

Xing Mu's eyes lit up, and he took the tablet and flipped through it.

At the end, I couldn't help laughing, and then deliberately winked at Zuo Yan, "Zuo Yan, you finally have a song that has zero negative reviews in the company!"

Hearing this, Xiang Xing, who was drinking Fat House Happy Water, almost spit it out.

Immediately, a question mark appeared on his face: "He also wrote songs that his family disliked??"

"That's not!"

Xing Mu kicked his feet and drifted over in a chair giggling.

Ignoring the big black face of a certain ice cube on the side, he winked at the little guy, deliberately covering his mouth and whispering, "When this guy was still in the Q group, he often wrote some strange songs to poison us. ears!"

"Of course, it's not that it doesn't sound good, it's just that it doesn't quite fit the public aesthetic..."

"Oh really?"

Xiang Xing was inexplicably interested when he heard it, and winked brightly at the man, "Do you still have the demo? I want to hear it."

"……cough!"

Over there, a certain master who was complained about the strange style of painting finally couldn't help it and coughed heavily.

Then, he just calmly held the back of the little guy's chair, and with a swipe, pulled her to the other side of him.

After that, he turned his head and stared at her seriously, with a low voice, "There is no such thing, don't listen to him talk nonsense."

"……Oh."

Xiang Xing stared into his eyes and responded sternly.

However, looking at his embarrassed expression of eager denial, she felt that... this rumor might be true.

Thinking about it, the little guy couldn't help but chuckle a few times in his heart.

Next time, go look for the guy who threatens the old palace, hehe.

Speaking of Gong Xuanyue, the girl blinked softly, and suddenly remembered that she had promised him to take Zuo Yan to Changle Mountain.

Since all the songs have been approved, she and Zuo Yan shouldn't have anything to do with her recently.

Thinking of this, Xiang Xing's pink lips pursed lightly, and he pondered slightly.

Immediately, he raised his eyebrows and chuckled, ignoring the gazes of some idle people in the recording room, he raised his small hands and hooked the neck of the man in front of him.

Afterwards, he leaned closer to the suddenly flushed ear, and said with a full smile, "Brother Zuo Yan, shall we go on a date~?"