Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Even if you can find a suitable candidate, you have to have time to memorize that micro-film-like script..."

"I didn't plan to play the original script."

Si Fan interrupted the little assistant's words directly.

He faintly swept the crew around the crew, his scarlet lips twitched slightly, "Moreover, we have enough actors."

"……what?"

The crowd was dumbfounded.

But the man took his steps and walked to the screenwriter who was full of question marks.

Frown lightly: "Screenwriter, let's have a chat."

...

Fifteen minutes later.

Si Fan returned to the crowd with an excited little screenwriter.

Immediately afterwards, all the members of the film crew were asked to gather together for a temporary emergency meeting.

"...What? Shoot us directly?!"

After listening to what Si Fan and the small screenwriter told, the crowd went wide-eyed in surprise.

Immediately looking at each other confusedly, they started talking in a low voice.

"What do we have to shoot?"

"Yes, we are not celebrities, and we are all disgraced, who wants to watch?"

"Brother Si Fan is so confused by those two quarrels..."

"I have a clear head."

Si Fanhe smiled and interrupted the discussion.

He shrugged his shoulders, as if spreading his hands helplessly, smiling at everyone, "Otherwise, you go get Qian Sha and Zhu Rui back by yourself?"

"..."

A word blocked everyone speechless.

Isn't it a waste of effort to find those two to be fine?

It's better to listen to Brother Si Fan's words, a dead horse will be a living horse doctor!

Besides, in the past ten years, Si Fan has won the Best MV Director Award for self-directing and performing music MVs. It seems that he has surpassed their director many times...

——Maybe, none of them are dead horses!

Thinking this way, everyone's hearts are full of hope again.

Even the director opened his eyes with interest after a period of contemplation.

"Then, how do you arrange it specifically?"

He rubbed his hands excitedly, looking forward to Si Fan's next move.

"It's actually quite simple."

Si Fan smiled slightly.

Hao Le and his group immediately moved a small white board and stood beside him.

After that, everyone saw the man take out a signature pen and write and draw on the whiteboard.

"Let's do this first..."

His voice was soft, but his eyes showed a hint of concentration and earnestness.

Xiang Xing, who was looking aside, couldn't help narrowing his soft eyes, and the corners of his pink lips curled up with a slight smile.

Well, as expected, serious men are the sexiest.

Looking at it, the little guy accidentally fooled himself.

Until the forehead was lightly poked with a pen cap.

"Recovered, work."

"……what."

Xiang Xing was relieved now.

However, they found that the people around had already taken their task and were enthusiastic about carrying it out.

She paused, blinking her eyes, her eyes filled with confusion, "Well, that, what is my mission?"

Although she was dazed, she could hear her clearly, Si Fan didn't mention her from beginning to end.

Not even written on the whiteboard.

While being puzzled, the man chuckled lightly and took her hand again.

Following her appearance, he tilted his head and blinked at her, "Have you heard of my commercial song?"

"I heard it."

Xiang Xing nodded obediently, his soft eyes gleamed, "Well you wrote, I can still sing."

"That's good."

Si Fan curled the corners of his pale lips and slightly raised his hand towards Hao Le.