Chapter 509

Did he eat something bad?!

Or did he take the wrong road?!

No!

He has to hold on!

Must wait for Mr. Ye to come!

In this way, the president of the Writers Association slowed down his speech on the stage, and the netizens in the live broadcast room couldn't help but feel sleepy.

"Monk chanting, sleepy!"

"The host's speech is comparable to my university's ideological and political professor..."

"This introduction is like an old woman's foot-binding cloth, smelly and long..."

Even many writers off the stage began to whisper.

"Is the president a bit nervous today? Why is he speaking so slowly?!"

"So slow that I'm about to fall asleep..."

At this time, everyone didn't know that the reason why the president of the Writers Association slowed down the rhythm so much was just because a certain heavy guest had not yet appeared.

And Ye Xuan, who had been mentioned thousands of times by Xiao Ren, the president of the Writers Association, was indeed lost at this moment.

After seeing the same landmark three times, Ye Xuan decisively gave up his sense of direction that he had firmly believed in before and turned on the mode of asking for directions.

After going around in circles, he finally found the awards ceremony scene.

And as soon as Ye Xuan's figure appeared, the staff who had been waiting at the door early seemed to see a savior, dragging Ye Xuan to run wildly to Zhaoming Academy.

At this moment, the president of the Writers Association, who could no longer improvise on the stage, looked at the empty seat he had looked at countless times again.

And this time, seeing that the line of sight was no longer empty, the president of the Writers Association looked like he saw the dawn of dawn, and his eyes lit up.

Mr. Ye finally appeared.

With his eyes shining, the president of the Writers Association changed his slow speed just now and entered the main text at full speed.

"Next, please invite our award presenter, Teacher Ye Xuan, to introduce the nominated works."

As soon as the voice came out, everyone off the stage and netizens in the live broadcast room were still immersed in the speech of the president of the Writers Association, which was as slow as a snail, and had not yet reacted.

Just as everyone wanted to complain about why Xiao Ren, the president of the Writers Association, suddenly increased his horsepower as if he had awakened, many people noticed the content they heard half a beat late.

Wait.

Who did he say it was?!

Ye Xuan?!

It wouldn't be the Ye Xuan they thought of, right?!

The camera had turned to the guest seat, and a figure in a white shirt and black pants appeared in front of everyone.

That face, which could not be more familiar, and even printed by many people and hung in the room as a poster, appeared, and the writers and readers off the stage were dumbfounded.

And the barrage in the live broadcast room had exploded.