Host Dump [Quick Transmigration]

"Crack...", the sound of porcelain shattering resounded crisply in the room.

The poured tea soaked the music score on the table, and the densely packed pen writing on it was blurred and blurred, making it impossible to see clearly.

"Hiss—!", the staff who accidentally touched the teacup gasped, what should I do, this is the music score that the contestants will use when they come on stage!

What to do, what to do, what to do... The staff hurriedly wiped it with paper, but unfortunately the music score has been soaked in a mess, basically a pile of waste paper.

The people in the room are not there now, and the staff can only hurry around. If this delays the game for a while, it will be dead.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, the staff slapped their heads, becoming more anxious and forgetful.In addition to the music scores prepared by the contestants, the conference will also prepare a copy for them in the reference room, just in case.

Look at the time, the one who appeared in front is already the No. 20 four-group contestant. This sheet music is the first piece of the 25-group contestant. There is no time, so I have to get the spare sheet music first. I apologize to this player.

The staff put the crumpled music score in their hands on the table, carefully wrote down the title of the track, and hurried to the reference room.

The room was quiet.

"Crackling...", the door of the small toilet in the room was gently pushed open.

At this moment, Nan Ya only felt that the sky had eyes, so he came out quietly, and quickly went to the table to look at the soaked sheet music, looking at the smudged ink marks on it.After confirming that it could no longer be saved, he quickly walked out of the room.

-

After the lottery at the opening ceremony the night before, Nan Ya went home happily and prepared to practice the repertoire she had prepared, but was told by her father that she had to release the water.

It was a bolt from the blue, and Nan Ya's father was a pretty typical politician.He is certainly proud that his son can become an excellent conductor, but this is not as good as his so-called family interests.

As long as Nan Ya can successfully lose to the son of the Duke of Ampas in the competition with a casual gesture, then their entire family may be able to upgrade to a higher level.

In the eyes of Nan Ya's father, all the bullshit sentimental integrity is the hypocrisy of a literati. As long as there are enough interests to drive him, no matter how noble he is, he has to bow his head obediently.

Of course Nan Ya refused. He even thought about giving up the game but he was unwilling to do such a thing.But his mother, who only knew how to listen to her husband, whimpered and grabbed his sleeve—

"Yaya, just listen to your father, huh? Just listen to your father, let mom beg you, okay..."

"Mom!" Nan Ya really had no choice, and this was not the first time, but he still couldn't cruelly ignore the woman who raised him.

Nan Ya's father never took Nan Ya's objections seriously. In his opinion, the final result must be what he wanted.

And the fact is the same - South Asia eventually compromised.Of course, this was before just now.

The young master of the duke's family is a complete waste, the reason why he can complete the command of the music is all because of the pen writing on the music score——

When to change gestures, when to direct which instrument to enter, when to slow down the movement, when to make a large movement, when to use only the left hand to play accompaniment, when...all are clearly marked.

Often a week ago, the good-for-nothing young master of the Duke's family would look at this "cheat sheet" for practice. Although it would not be too brilliant, it would not make any mistakes.

This has almost become an open secret in the music circle, so Nan Ya decided to start with this score after much deliberation. If the young master made a mistake, what else could he do to make him win?

Of course, the staff would overturn the tea and happen to soak the music score of the good-for-nothing young master, which was really beyond Nan Ya's expectations.

Maybe it's because the heavens have eyes, Nan Ya thought so, he felt very comfortable to save such a big trouble, and left the corridor lightly.

-

"Huh--", the staff ran all the way back from the reference room, and put the music score in a place away from all dangers.

"Hey, Ali, why are you still here?" A staff member hurried past the door, as if suddenly seeing Ali in the room, he stepped back quickly, "I'm so busy ahead, you're still hiding here lazy."

"Hey, but..." Ali looked at the sheet music on the table, thinking that the new sheet music has already been brought anyway, so it doesn't matter if he comes back later to apologize, so he said, "Then I'll go right away."

Ali hurriedly ran to other places, but the anxious staff just turned around and walked towards the room where Ali had just come out.

Throwing the soaked sheet music on the table into the trash can, and leisurely wandering out of the corridor with the trash bag in hand.

After sending the garbage bag to the place where it should go, the staff clapped their hands and turned around, but suddenly changed into Su Ze's appearance.

Um?Su Ze listened attentively, as if he heard the sound of the good-for-nothing young master in the room scolding, he licked the corners of his lips in satisfaction, and then walked towards the hall.

It will be Nanya's turn in a while, but he promised that Nanya will not miss it——

"The following is the first contestant of our No.20 five groups to bring his entry..."

"Boom!", Young Master Waste Chai tripped over the stage by something, hey, hey, he refused to get up for a long time, and finally had to give up the game with "regret".

South Asia played very well, and as expected, got a pass to advance.

Excitedly waving goodbye to his partner, Nan Ya secretly stuck out her tongue behind her father, who had a rather unsightly face, and then tried her best to look expressionless and got into the car.

After Su Ze bid farewell to Gong Haiyi, the two got into their own cars to pick them up.

The next thing to prepare is the point-based rematch that will officially start the day after tomorrow.

-

In the surveillance room, Lu Li rested his chin on a surveillance video that the staff specially asked him to watch, with a look of helplessness on his face.

The place of surveillance was the corridor outside the room of the good-for-nothing young master. The person who went back and forth a few times, with a straight back and a slender figure, and even the hands that held the garbage bag so gracefully and outrageously, was not Su, who was pretending to be a staff member. Who is Ze?

This person won't be greedy for cheap and buy the half-price disguise medicine, Lu Li thought helplessly.He only changed his face and changed his clothes, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell it was a fake. Of course, that stupid Ali didn't count.

After waving his hands to let the righteous-looking and fearless staff members go out first, Lu Li quickly typed a series of codes on the computer that looked dizzying, and then lightly hit Enter—it's done!

Lu Li stretched out his hand and pushed his glasses, looking at the perfectly tampered surveillance camera, his lips twitched.

Even cleaning up the mess for my little lover will feel quite fulfilling.