Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

My mind is complicated.

It seems that this ear return is unusable.

As for the microphone in my hand...

The little guy turned his head and thought about it.

Well.

There is not much time left, no matter whether there is a problem or not, she has to change it quickly.

After thinking about it, she couldn't help but quickly ran out of the bathroom and went straight to the mixing room at the other end of the corridor.

Unexpectedly, he met He Xi in the corridor who also rushed over.

Shocked, Xiang Xing couldn't help stunned: "Why are you here??"

"I also want to ask why you are here."

When the boy saw her, he let out a slight sigh of relief.

There was still a hint of worry on Qing Jun's face, "Da Zhou reported back that you ran out of the waiting room before you played, so what happened?"

"..."

Hearing this, the little guy frowned in frustration.

Yang Yang raised the two broken things in his hand, "I have a problem with my microphone, and the ear return is also broken. I'm going to replace it."

She paused, then added, "Yes, someone told me."

"hiss."

He Xi couldn't help taking a breath of cold air, squinting his tea eyes, and the bottom of his eyes suddenly became cold.

Acting at such a time.

He thought for a while, then suddenly raised his wrist and glanced at the time.

Twenty minutes left.

The boy pondered for a while, and couldn't help taking a deep breath.

Immediately, he gently held the little guy's exquisite shoulders and comforted softly, "Don't be afraid, I can handle it, you come with me."

After all, without waiting for Xiang Xing to react, he directly pulled her to the door of a utility room not far away.

He skillfully took out the key to open the door and led her inside.

Only then did Xiang Xing realize that this door seemed to be a utility room only on the surface.

Inside, there was actually a passage that she had been in here for a month and had never seen before... and it led directly to the single-person lounge on the other end of the TV station.

"Master! Master!"

The two came out and saw Da Zhou hurriedly running over carrying a beautiful paper bag.

He handed the paper bag to He Xi, "I brought something!"

"Okay, go outside and watch."

After He Xi sent Da Zhou out, he carefully locked the doors at both ends.

Under Xiang Xingmengquan's gaze, he took out a box packed as a gift from the paper bag and opened it carefully.

She suddenly saw a pink-purple microphone in the shape of a small star, lying quietly in the soft satin of the box.

"Since someone is doing something, no matter how you change the microphone, there will be a chance of being hit again."

As he said, he took out the little Xingxing microphone and stuffed it directly into the little guy's hand.

Leaning slightly, Qiangui's thin lips pursed slightly, and she smiled softly, "This was designed by me, it should have been your first gift... Now it seems that it can only be given to you in advance. already."

"I'll let Da Zhou handle the connection on the audio side. As for the ear return problem..."

"It doesn't matter if the ear returns, I can use it."

Before He Xi could finish speaking, Xiang Xing blinked softly and smiled.

He was slightly startled with a smile: "Why?"

He knew very well that if he returned to the stage to sing without wearing his ears, it would inevitably be disturbed by the ambient sound of the stage and the screams of the audience.

Only professional singers with many years of experience will have the foundation of not wearing ears and not being affected.

Where does her years of experience come from?

"Anyway, just trust me~"

The little guy has a small body, patted his small chest confidently, and raised his eyebrows at He Xi.

He didn't know, he used to have decades of singing experience~

Ehe.