Quickly wear it: The male gods are sitting in rows

"This place has restored all the original scenes, so the host only needs to be like the original owner."

Looking at the crowd of people in the audience, Mu Qingqing twitched the corners of her lips. Even if the system didn't tell her, her body was instinctively afraid of such a scene.

"Mu Qingqing, where is your manuscript?" A female classmate walked up to her and screamed in an exaggerated voice when she saw that she had nothing in her hands.

Mu Qingqing frowned. She sensed malice in this girl. Could it be that the original owner had not accidentally lost the manuscript at that time.

It's just that after the original owner heard this sentence, he hurried back to the waiting room to look for her and didn't even pay attention to the girl.

"I may have fallen behind in the waiting room. I'm going to look for her right now." Mu Qingqing pretended to be flustered and pushed the girl away and ran to the waiting room.

After he was out of everyone's sight, Mu Qingqing's pace slowed down. Even if he looked for it, he couldn't find it at all.

"Classmate, is this your manuscript?" A male classmate wearing a school uniform seemed to appear out of thin air in the corridor.

Mu Qingqing glanced at what he handed over, with a moment of surprise in her eyes. She took the manuscript and said, "Yes, this is mine. Where did you find it?"

"The trash can out front."

Mu Qingqing's eyes twitched as she looked at the unfamiliar face in front of her. She couldn't figure it out. Liang Ruocheng looked like he was going through the trash can.

"It's almost time. I'll go back and get ready to go on stage." Mu Qingqing returned to the stage with the manuscript.

When the girl saw her coming back with something, there was a moment of ferocity on her face. She stepped forward and said, "Mu Qingqing, let me take a look. Why does your manuscript seem different from before?"

With that said, he snatched the manuscript from Mu Qingqing's hand.

Then Mu Qingqing saw her hand and accidentally used too much force and tore the paper manuscript into two halves.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was careless. You don't mind."

Mu Qingqing looked coldly at the girl who said she was sorry but unapologetic.

"Mu Qingqing, what are you doing standing here stupidly? It's time for you to go up."

Then Mu Qingqing felt a sudden push on his back and was forced to step onto the stage.

The students who were noisy at first became quiet after seeing someone on stage. For a moment, the whole auditorium became eerily silent.

Mu Qingqing stepped forward and walked towards the microphone. The sound of his footsteps fell on the floor, and the sound of each step was particularly clear.

Walking to the microphone, Mu Qingqing glanced at the audience and opened his mouth, but found that he could not say a word.

"Why doesn't she speak?"

"Yes, are you standing there as a decoration?"

"I heard that the original host was not her. She was called in temporarily because she was good-looking."

"Tch, what's the use of being good-looking? If you don't say a word on stage, are we here watching a pantomime?"

"Hey! You're talking! If you can't say anything, just go down."

"Yes, yes, go down, go down, don't stand there and look embarrassed."

……

Every word pierced Mu Qingqing's heart like a sharp knife.

Again.

It was this scene again, and those eyes were looking at her like evil ghosts in hell.

From the corner of her eye, Mu Qingqing saw someone stepping onto the steps beside the stage and walking towards her step by step. The hand he extended towards her was like a sharp claw, trying to lead her into the abyss.

Mu Qingqing stepped back almost subconsciously, trying to stay away. Her mind was in confusion at the moment, and she had difficulty breathing, so she could only step back mechanically.

When there was no way to retreat, a hand suddenly appeared on her waist. Mu Qingqing paused, stiffened her neck and slowly turned her head. She was very scared, and what she saw when she turned her head was a pair of scarlet pupils.

But she didn't expect that what she would see when she turned her head would be such a pair of deep but reassuring eyes.

Everything around him seemed to have stopped, and Mu Qingqing stared blankly at the man behind him.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." The man's beautiful lips parted slightly, and the words he spoke seemed to have a magical power, which slowly calmed down Mu Qingqing's nervous mood.

"Take a deep breath and take another look at them."

Mu Qingqing took a deep breath, turned her head and looked at the audience again, but suddenly found that the classmates in the audience no longer looked so scary, and the words they spoke did not seem so harsh.

"What's wrong with her? Is she feeling unwell? I feel like she doesn't look well."

"Maybe she was nervous. I remember she was temporarily pushed on as a substitute. The classmate who was hosting before seemed to be sick."

"Don't be nervous! You can order whatever you want!"

"Yes, yes, forgetting words is normal, and we don't mind!"

"She's so good-looking. Just standing there is so pleasing to the eye. You don't have to say anything."

"You're such a cute dog! But so am I!"

……

Mu Qingqing was stunned. It turned out that the words spoken by those classmates were not harsh and sarcastic. It was just the original owner's self-understanding at the time that made her hear those discordant words.

Now, with a different state of mind, what I hear is completely different.

The man behind him took out another small card from nowhere, and it was her hosting script.

Mu Qingqing took the small card and opened her lips, "Dear teacher and dear students, good afternoon everyone, I am the host this time..."

When Mu Qingqing opened his eyes again, he found that he was still leaning on his sofa, but his head was a little heavy.

She turned slightly sideways and found that Liang Ruocheng was leaning against her with his eyes closed, his head resting on the top of her hair, and one hand wrapped around her waist, almost half-hugging her in his arms.

He always has a light mint scent on his body, which makes people feel particularly comfortable.

Noticing that the little girl beside him seemed to be moving, Liang Ruocheng's eyelids moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes and found that the little girl beside him had woken up, but she was still nestled in his arms and did not come out.

With a smile in his eyes, Liang Ruocheng sat up straight and withdrew his hand from the little girl's waist, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Mu Qingqing shook his head, "I'm not feeling uncomfortable. Doctor Liang, is my disease cured?"

Liang Ruocheng half-squinted his eyes, as if thinking, and then after a long time, he said in a solemn tone, "No, it will take a few more treatments to fully recover."

Mu Qingqing squinted and looked at the man's serious look. She nodded trustingly, "Yes, I believe Dr. Liang."

"System, look at this man. He tells lies without blinking an eye." Mu Qingqing was complaining to the system.

The system also echoed, "That's right, it's obviously been cured, but if you insist on saying it's not cured, what on earth is he trying to do?"

"Let's pick up girls."