Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

The person who spoke earlier was obviously a loyal fan of King. He sneered when he heard the ambiguous words of the LP fans.

Yes, you can't move fast when you are old, so you can still beat your LP on the ground, and ask your team leader if it feels good to be shot in the head by Yu Shen?

I cnm￥#@*%...

The two of them were talking and they were about to fight, but they were quickly stopped by a friend next to them.

Su Tang listened to the two people's words, thoughtful, 【Gua, tell me, in this life, is the reincarnation an old man. 】

Otherwise, why do you always say that the reincarnation should retire when he is old.

Guagua, […]

It seriously thought about it.

[Probably not, the golden age of an e-sports player is only a few years after all, anyone in his twenties can be considered an older player...]

And for the reincarnation, your four-thousand-year-old candy is the old candy!

It's just that Guagua didn't dare to complain directly about this sentence, after all, its force value was not as high as that of a cub, so he had to complain sadly in his heart.

Afterwards, the host came to enliven the atmosphere, and some activities that were scheduled at the beginning.

Su Tang quietly withdrew from the crowd, and walked towards the backstage following Guagua's guidance.

[Cub, the reincarnation is in the backstage lounge. 】

Su Tang let out a soft cry.

The backstage of the reincarnation is relatively hidden, only the staff and some cosplayers invited by the comic show know.

When Su Tang passed by, he could still see several cosplayers chattering out of the backstage, holding something like autographs in their hands, with excited expressions on their faces.

The backstage is the official and substitute of King's first team.

Manager Wei Yan was about to close the door when he saw a cosplayer standing at the door, dressed like a fairy tale novel, but holding a strange bitter gourd in his hand.

This magical combination made Wei Yan take a second look.

The little girl is soft and cute, with well-behaved and cute features, and she still has a childish look, and her voice is sweet and waxy when she speaks, which can make people's hearts melt.

She said, Hello, is the Yu God in there?

Wei Yan had an epiphany.

Another Jiangbeiyu fan!

Wei Yan was not surprised, 80% of King fans were fans of Jiangbeiyu.

Not to mention his sharp manipulation, that face alone is enough to make the little girl scream.

Hearing what Su Tang said, Wei Yan was not surprised.

Having been King's agent for so many years, why haven't I seen such a big storm?

Wei Yan even saw male fans screaming Yu God, I want to give you a monkey when they saw Jiangbeiyu!

Wei Yan smiled, Are you a fan of Jiangbeiyu?

Su Tang nodded obediently.

Yu God never signs autographs for fans.

It's hard to bear to reject Wei Yan, such a good little girl, but Jiangbeiyu's bastard is not a man, and he doesn't even let fans meet, let alone sign.

Su Tang tilted his head and thought for a while, I'm not here to ask for an autograph, I have something to do with Yushen.

Five people were lying crookedly on the sofa in the lounge.

Su Tang was standing at the door, speaking in a loud voice, and the five people in the lounge could hear him clearly.

The youngest substitute, Nie Yuan, heard this, and kicked the calf of the person lying on the other side of the sofa with his toe, and grinned, Brother Yu, I have something to do with you.

There was a person lying on the other side of the sofa, with a large silver-white team uniform covering his face, revealing only soft black hair.

Hearing Nie Yuan speak, the man stretched out his hand slowly, and pulled down the team uniform with knuckle fingers, revealing that delicate and fair face, and let out a lazily snorted.

Who?