"Sister Wan, is it really okay to play like this?"
Behind the stage, Miaomiaojiang looked at the night view outside the floor-to-ceiling window, looked around the tall sky banquet hall, and then looked down at the gaudy dress on her body, feeling a little uneasy.
This is the first time I have played like this since I became a host.
In the past, whether I was live broadcasting alone or interacting with other anchors for PK, I always sang and danced in front of my mobile phone.
Even from a distance of one or two meters, you can still see the barrage and gifts.
Even if something feels wrong, you can always adjust it.
But that's not the case today at all.
In the banquet hall of nearly 500 square meters, the live broadcast equipment was set up more than ten meters away from them.
Can't see the screen at all.
They didn't know whether there were fans cheering on the barrage or whether there were anti-fans chasing after him and scolding him.
I had the intention to take out my phone and take a look, but I didn’t have the time.
The programs are one after another, and the rhythm is so fast.
The only person who knows the situation is probably Ye Wan, who is involved in the show and special effects.
Miao Miao-chan looked at Ye Wan eagerly, trying to get some clues from her expression.
Unfortunately, she was disappointed.
Sister Wan had her lips curved from beginning to end, and there was no flaw in her expression.
"Aren't you still full of confidence before the start?"
Ye Wan smiled and helped Miao Miaojiang fix her hair in a few strokes, "If you are a fan, and now you have watched our live broadcast with your mobile phone, are you happy?"
!!!
Meow Meow-chan's eyes lit up.
If she was the one watching the live broadcast at this moment, would she be grinning to the back of her head?
"Sister Wan, I love you!"
Opening her arms to hug Ye Wan, Miao Miaojiang listened to the movement in front of the set board.
The song in the banquet hall has come to an end.
"...
The sea of suffering stirs up love and hate,
It is difficult to escape fate in this world.
Blind date is inaccessible,
Or I should believe it’s fate…”
The Supreme Treasure Qin Zhiyi looked at Xia Weiyang, who was dressed in white, affectionately. Following the increasingly distant tune, Xia Weiyang, who was dressed as the Zixia Fairy, embraced her in his arms.
The fairy mist like colorful auspicious clouds spread out, and a pair of clinging figures gradually disappeared into the distance.
"It's complete, it's complete! As a first-generation Westward Journey fan, it is a permanent pain in my heart that the Supreme Treasure did not embrace Fairy Zixia and drove away with colorful auspicious clouds. I didn't expect to see it today, ah, Sister Wan, Brother Lan, Goddess of Summer Night
,I love you all……"
"There were white clouds and black soil just now, and now I'm talking about traveling to the west. Ahhhh, look at the three-hour progress bar, it seems that it can still hold up for a while! Sister Wan, meow, go ahead!"
"This has already reached the 1990s, right? The world will be dominated by those born after 2000, right? I can finally participate..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a rough voice sounded from the speaker.
“The first snow in 2002,
Coming later than usual..."
Fans born after 00:???
Are you so down-to-earth?
The Smurfs were also shocked, "My Brother Blue can still make such a wild sound? Ah, the melancholic male god has gone and never comes back, Brother Blue seems to have turned into a man roping a horse pole!"
Ye Wan's loyal fans: "Hey..."
Sure enough, Ye Wan appeared on the screen again, wearing a black jacket and a peaked cap, with his back to the camera.
The vast expanse of snow was falling, and the figure of a man was reflected on the pure white background.
"...
It is your tenderness that melts the ice and snow,
It’s your sweet words that change the seasons.”
New fans: “…”
Old fans: "Hey, are you surprised or surprised?"
Bang!
The moment the gunfire rang out, thousands of people jumped to their feet in front of the screen in the live broadcast room.