On the stage not far away, the host slowly walked out from behind the curtain and stood in the center of the stage to greet the audience, and the concert began immediately.

Qi Mowei didn't pay attention to him at all, turned her head directly, waved the support stick in her hand, her eyes were shining, and she was waiting for Ning Feng to appear excitedly.

However, a few minutes passed, and fine sweat was already on the forehead of the host on the stage, and Ning Feng still did not appear.

The audience gradually made a sighing sound, and a small part of the audience began to exchange ears.

The host was on stage, barely keeping his composure on the surface, but in fact, he was already flustered inside.

In the headset, the director's voice suppressed his anger: "Insert a few more minutes of advertising!" ”

The producer next to him frowned and said, "If it drags on any longer, I'm afraid the fans will be impatient." ”

The director scratched his head irritably, and was so angry that he threw the document in his hand to the ground.

"! Who is responsible for back-office preparation? Why didn't you notice anything wrong with the costume beforehand?! ”

Several of the staff members in charge shrunk their necks, lowered their heads, and no one squeaked.

After preparing for a concert for so long, it is ridiculous that there is such a low-level problem at the beginning.

The director glanced at them with cold eyes, "Fill me with quails now?" Why did you go earlier? ”

"Say! Who is the person in charge of the costume? ”

A short boy raised his hand weakly and said, "Director Shen, yes, it's me." ”

Director Shen's angry gaze immediately shifted to him, "Why did Ning Fengdao's performance costume go wrong?" ”

"I, I don't know—" The boy's voice was like a mosquito, and his expression was like crying.

"I was fine when I checked an hour ago, but somehow I ......"

Before Ning Feng arrived, he deliberately reconfirmed that the clothes were all intact, but when he wanted to use them, they were cut and broken.

"I've locked the door to the dressing room, and I don't know what's going on except that no one else has the key."

The more the boy talked, the more he felt that his suspicion was the greatest.

But he really hadn't done such a thing, and now the whole person was panicking.

Director Shen wanted to scold him a few words, but was stopped by the producer and said, "The top priority is to solve the problem of the concert, and we will talk about the rest later." ”

The scheduled concert start time is coming soon, but Ning Feng has not yet played, and the fans in the audience are already impatient.

This concert has been prepared for a long time, and the company has invested a lot of energy and money, which is enough to see the importance it attaches to Ning Feng.

If this concert can be successful, it will have a great impact on his future transformation.

You must not mess it up!

Director Shen pinched his eyebrows with a headache and said, "Hurry up and see how Ning Feng is doing, have you thought of a way?" ”

In the backstage dressing room, the agent Zhou Lin was so anxious that he paced back and forth, his brows furrowed so that he could kill flies, his face was like ashes, and his expression was like a death row prisoner who was about to be executed.

"It's over, it's over! That's it! It's over! ”

While he was wandering, he was babbling straight in his mouth, so noisy that Ning Feng's head exploded.

"Brother Zhou, can you be quiet for a while? I'm dead again in this game! ”

Ning Feng sat on the sofa and complained dissatisfiedly, his lazy and narrow eyes stared at the phone screen, his fingers tapped flexibly, and the sound of game kills kept coming from the dressing room.

Because of the destruction of the costume, he is now wearing his own private clothes, black jeans wrapped around his long straight legs, casually draped on the coffee table, a loose shirt tucked into his waist, and a silver chain hanging on the right side of the belt, reflecting the metallic luster in the light.

As one of the hottest traffic niches at the moment, Ning Feng's appearance is undoubtedly very capable, and even when he first debuted, he was once compared with Bai Muyou, who has the top face in the circle, which can be described as God's reward.

It's just that if you ignore his simple nature in private, he will be more perfect.

"I said ancestor, Ning Xiao ancestor! Can you have a snack? Do you know how much effort the company has put into your concert? You're not in a hurry? ”

Zhou Lin saw that he was still in the mood to play games, and he was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.

Ning Feng manipulated the characters in the game to win the first kill, and suddenly the corners of his mouth rose, and joy flashed in his long and narrow lazy eyes, as if he hadn't heard his words, and cheered: "Oh yes!" ”

Zhou Lin: "......"

Zhou Lin: "Ning Feng!" Have you listened to me? ”

Ning Feng rubbed his ears that were about to be deafened, "Brother Zhou, I heard you." ”

"Aren't you worried at all?"

I'm so angry with him!

Whose concert is this?

Knowing what the consequences would be if the concert didn't go smoothly, he still looked happy to play, swim, and play here?

Is he really stupid or is he pretending to be stupid?

Ning Feng raised his head and smiled at him lightly, and said, "I'm worried, but I'm afraid the company is more worried than me, so in comparison, I'm relieved." ”

Anyway, there was a problem with his concert, and the company was all in vain for so long.

So he doesn't need to worry at all, the company's senior executives who value their own interests more than their lives will definitely find a way to solve it.

“……”

Zhou Lin's eyelids jumped, "I'm afraid you are the only one in the entire company who dares to say that." ”

If any other artist dared to have such an idea as him, he would have to leave long ago.

He is the only one who dares to be so unscrupulous because he is the company's cash cow and the company's senior management praises him.

"I'm telling the truth."

Ning Feng stretched out his hand to support his chin, his expression was very innocent, "If such a big thing happens, if it gets out, it's strange that my little fans don't tear up the company's official website, if they can't think of a way, just wait to be scolded." ”

Zhou Lin had no choice but to take him at all, "Okay, okay, you are the ancestor, what you said is right, so what now?" We're just waiting? ”

Everyone outside is in a mess, especially the director, who is almost driven crazy, but they are chatting calmly here, isn't it good?

Ning Feng spread his hands, "Otherwise, what else can I do?" Go out and interact with my little fans? ”

He imagined that scene for a moment and trembled, "Forget it, every time they see me, it's like chicken blood, I'm afraid I'll be swallowed alive by them." ”

Zhou Lin retorted: "Even if they don't see you, it's like they have been beaten with chicken blood." ”

Usually posting a daily selfie can cause a hot search for nominations in the comment area, and he doesn't want to say anything about this kind of physique.

"So, outside of the necessary business, I'd better keep my distance from the little fans."

Ning Feng shrugged his shoulders and continued to lower his head to play with his mobile phone, not at all like he was going to perform immediately.

Zhou Lin looked at his careless attitude and sighed very sadly.

One person in someone else's family can't wait to interact with fans all day long, and then go on a hot search.

As a result, his family was forced to open all day long, and the Buddhist family looked like a half-crippled.