Xiao Chang happily wrote and drew in his notebook, then put down the pen in his hand, turned his head and glanced at the door behind him, almost grinning.
"Okay, come on, please do something better." Zuo Chenrui said speechlessly: "Wipe your hair first and then talk about it!"
"Ah? Is there any?" Chang wiped his mouth first.
How did such an honest kid get along so well with Xingxin?
Zuo Chenrui sighed, but it's no wonder that this kid smiled so happily. Happy was in the limelight today. There were two individual matches and four starting players in the team match. If Fang Rui didn't fall for the trick, I'm afraid there would be no chance of success in the team match.
Xingxin had to take care of everything in the first round.
Except for Xiao Lu, everyone else at Lan Yu doesn’t live up to expectations...
"Hey, Brother Zuo, who do you think will come to the press conference today? I think Ye Shen and Teacher Bai Mo must come, and Goddess Mucheng. She also played very well today. Although Master Jiale looks like
It's not obvious, but the cooperation with Teacher Bai Mo in the team competition was also very exciting..." Chang Xian came over to analyze.
"The co-author is just talking about you and Xingxin. Tang Hao won't say anything about it, right?" Cheng Siyan closed the notebook with a smile, and she had almost sorted out her questions.
Logically speaking, Cheng Siyan and Chang Xian can be considered colleagues. They are both reporters from E-Sports Home, but one is with Team Xingxin and the other is with Team Howl.
The last season was considered the low point of Cheng Siyan's career. The criminal group that he had been fans of for so many years broke up. Team Howl, with Tang Hao joining, seemed to be strong, but Cheng Siyan noticed all the problems in the team, big and small.
In eyes.
Especially after Liu Hao joined, Cheng Siyan once had the urge to apply for transfer from her superiors.
However, today's scene made Cheng Siyan temporarily put away this idea.
Tang Hao is still growing and improving, and in addition to the high-spiritedness and recklessness that originally belonged to a young boy, he has become more mature.
The World Invitational Tournament is really a good place to train people.
"I'm sorry, Sister Cheng, I'm a little excited. I'll treat you to a supper when the show ends..." Chang Xian scratched his head and said sheepishly.
He was indeed a little too excited.
Why hasn't anyone come yet... Chang Xian started to get confused again.
Huaxia team lounge
Ye Xiu reached for the water bottle on the table, but another pair of slender hands with five fingers took it ahead of him, unscrewed the cap and handed it to Ye Xiu.
"Thank you, Xiaobai." Ye Xiu smiled.
"You can't do it anymore, Brother Ye. I just dealt with the two little characters and my hands started to shake." Bai Mo curled his lips and continued to play with his phone with his head down.
On the other side, several black lines appeared on Tang Hao's forehead. He glanced at the tooth marks on the cap of the water bottle in his hand and wondered if that boy Bai Mo had seen him when he secretly bit the bottle cap just now.
"Xiao Bai is so attentive, Mucheng. I'm glad Xiao Bai is not a girl." Chu Yunxiu said narrowly.
Su Mucheng slapped Chu Yunxiu angrily, took the water from Ye Xiu, twisted it and put it on the table.
"It's almost time, let's go?" Wang Jiexi, who closed his eyes to rest, glanced at the time. Zhang Jiale and Xiao Shiqin, who were chatting beside him, also stood up.
They should have gone directly to the press conference, but Tang Hao and Ye Xiu were really exhausted, so they went to the lounge to rest for a while, at least so that others wouldn't be able to spot any clues.
Although they kept a clean sheet against the Korean team, the Chinese team was far from as relaxed as others imagined.
"Let's go." Bai Mo quickly typed a few words on his phone with one hand and then put away his phone.
"Hey, Xiao Bai, you've been playing with your phone here since you first came back. Who are you chatting with? Your little girlfriend?" Xiao Shiqin took two quick steps to catch up with Bai Mo in front of him.
"Uh... don't worry about this little thing." Bai Mo smiled and shook his head.
Wang Jiexi, who was walking at the front, opened the door. The originally noisy press conference fell silent for an instant, followed by a series of shutter sounds.
"So enthusiastic..." Zhang Jiale muttered, and followed the troops to the stage. Looking at the excited faces below, he felt a little frightened.
"After all, it's the first clean sheet. It's understandable that there is such attention... Well, the one over there, the fourth in the third row, is definitely a reporter from Goryeo. Be careful not to click on him for a while." Bai Mo looked around.
Then he poked Ye Xiu.
"How did you tell?" Ye Xiu asked curiously.
"It's not easy. There are so many people, but he looked like something was going on at home. Didn't you see how happy the people next to him were smiling..." Bai Mo said in a low voice.
Chu Yunxiu almost couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Are all your interviews with Xingxin like this..."
"Xiao Bai has restrained himself..."
The Huaxia Information Officer once again rectified the order on the scene and signaled to Ye Xiu that it was time to start, and reminded Bai Mo with his eyes to calm down.
I don’t know if Bai Mo understands it...
"Then, let's take that one..." Ye Xiu held up the microphone in front of him and pointed to Chang Xian in the first row.
"Congratulations to the Chinese team for completing the first clean sheet in the history of the World Invitational Tournament. Ye Shen's performance was simply impeccable. His shadow move against the two of them was unheard of, and he protected Dancing Rain...
Besides...and..." Chang Xian stood up and kept talking happily.
The Chinese colleagues around me were all stunned. Is this a press conference or a fan meeting? You asked a question! Ask something else! Although I know you are a crazy fan of Xingxin, you still ask a question.
The question is, is it okay to remove the flavor once?
No matter what other people thought, Bai Mo listened with great interest and gave Chang Xian a thumbs up from time to time, which made Chang Xian even more excited.
"Then, thank you, thank you for supporting the Chinese team..." the Chinese press officer immediately interrupted. Ye Xiubai, Zhang Jiale, and Su Mucheng were happy to hear this. The press conference was all done. What did you Xingxin boast about?
He simply stopped and did not dare to let the gentlemen on the stage continue to call names. He directly called one on his own initiative: "The next one...the female reporter..."
Cheng Siyan stood up directly, picked up the microphone and asked: "Congratulations to player Tang Hao for completing the third group match in this World Invitational Tournament. Now there are rumors on the Internet that you have the level to be banned. What do you think?
This rumor?"
...The one I just clicked seems to be the female reporter from the Russian Federation at the back...Forget it, they are all female reporters. The press officer feels a little numb, and now the rhythm of the scene has begun to get out of control.
Cheng Siyan doesn't care about that. Anyway, you are calling a female reporter. I am also a female reporter. Do you have any questions if I stand up and ask?
Tang Hao smiled, looked around at the people next to him, and held up the microphone: "Personally, I feel that if the players at the title level are like the fighters and battle mages from the previous Korean Arena Competition, I think I have the same
Qualifications to become a sealed player."
This is Tang Hao. First of all, let me prove that it is not a rumor, it is simply a fact. If two Korean players banned in a row cannot prove their strength, then the threshold for being banned is too high, isn't it?
"Then what do you think about your account ban?" Cheng Siyan immediately asked another question.
"Well, I feel that Tai Sui is good. Didn't Pan Lin say it before? It's like the devil descending from the sky. He is really the God of Tai Sui on earth. The devil is a little too good, and Tai Sui is just right." Zhang Jiale suggested.
"But this involves another problem, Brother Zhang. If Tang Hao loses to someone, wouldn't it be a sign of trouble?" Bai Mo shook his head.
"Then... the red stick with double flowers?" Xiao Shiqin touched his chin.
"This, harmonious society, forget about this kind of thing..." Ye Xiu shook his head.
The others started to discuss each other word by word. Cheng Siyan's face darkened suddenly. She really wanted to slap herself...
Tang Hao looked around speechlessly, feeling that they were more excited than him.
However, there is no feeling of boredom, and I even feel that I have truly integrated into this team...
"Just Tai Sui is fine." Tang Hao smiled and shook his head.
"Don't you think about this?"
"When I get back, I'll take a walk around the arena. I want to try the feeling of breaking ground on Tai Sui's head."
"Shh, keep your voice down, we'll talk about it when we get back..."
"Next..." The press officer's face turned completely dark, and he felt his stomach twitching.
"Excuse me, why do I feel that China's backup team is even better than the main team, whether it's the warlock or the unprofessional team leader?" An American reporter stood up and asked with a smile: "Why aren't the two regular players?
Which choice?"
Wang Jiexi frowned. This question was a bit shady. He was trying to sow discord among the members of the Chinese team.
Just when Wang Jiexi was about to answer this question by himself, Bai Mo on the other side smiled and spoke first: "Maybe it's not the same as going to other national teams. I'm just a candidate who went through the back door to feel the atmosphere of the World Invitational. Yes,
He's the kind of water-cooler member who only came on stage this time because there weren't enough people to make up the number."
Ye Xiu smiled and nodded: "Yes, I am just a player who retired because of his age. Because I have a good relationship with everyone, I was invited to be a communicator and coordinator."
Bai Mo scratched his head: "As for what you said about being better than the main selection... that's absolutely not the case. I just came into contact with Glory not long ago, and I am only a second-year student now. Moreover, my real job is also responsible for logistics management.
How can the support staff be better than the main selection..."
"I've been fighting for ten years. If I weren't too old, I really don't want to leave this stage..." Ye Xiu let out a long sigh.
"Oh, I'm so nervous when I go on stage for the first time today...I even forgot about shaking hands on stage." Bai Mo said regretfully.
"So, we should learn more like other main candidates." Ye Xiu criticized.
"What you taught is..."
"Um..." The American reporter was stunned for a long time. The translator next to him suppressed a smile and explained to him for a while before he raised his head and said, "But, you all won..."
"Oh, maybe the players of the Korean team are more nervous? Or maybe they have a bad stomach?" Bai Mo said troubledly: "For example... I drank some expired milk. I was really too careless..."
"Yes." Ye Xiu said worriedly: "You must pay attention to your health, and you must respond well to this matter. Don't let something like this happen again..."
"that……"
"Next..." the press officer said speechlessly. Haven't the press conferences in the last two games made you remember? Just ask some questions you want to know honestly, but you have to be a little aggressive...
For the normal questions, the Chinese team naturally let Wang Jiexi say what he had to say.
As for those comments that were a bit harsh, Wang Jiexi took the initiative to shut up and left it to professionals to deal with.
"Okay, this press conference is over..." After looking at the time, the press officer immediately stopped asking questions. Ye Xiu took the lead and everyone left the press conference without looking back.
...What the hell, what should I write in tomorrow’s news!
Looking at the messy notebooks, the other reporters' faces were as dark as the bottom of the pot. They finally grabbed the opportunity to interview, but what were they writing down? Touting a team called Xingxin? The Chinese National Team came on stage.
Performing traditional Chinese cross talk?
What a big loss...
"Go back directly later or buy some midnight snacks?" Xiao Shiqin asked with a smile.
"Don't eat outside. I asked someone to buy some things. It's absolutely safe. If you want to eat, I'll go back and cook it for you." Bai Mo lowered his head and looked at the content on his phone.
"How troublesome are you... huh?" The smile on Xiao Shiqin's face stopped, and Ye Xiu stopped. They met a team in the corridor that was not too spacious.
It was the Korean team that was preparing to attend the press conference, but only the captain Xiao Xiao, Lu Shi, the imperial doctor and the leader of the Korean team were the only ones.
"Don't be too proud! I have already applied for an appeal!" the leader of the Korean team roared: "I will never admit the results of this competition! That kind of account is not professional at all and is not allowed on the field.
Appear! Despicable Chinese people!"
Ye Xiu looked expressionlessly at the leader of the Korean team opposite who seemed to have suffered a lot.
The captain's smiling face showed a little impatience. If he could, he would kill this guy.
The imperial doctor and Lu Shi looked a little embarrassed.
Ye Xiu sighed, and Leader Cui thought he was going to say something, so he started to formulate a rebuttal.
"Um, who brought a translator for me to use? I didn't hear what he said." Ye Xiu turned around and asked.
"you……"
"The Korean language is the same as collecting rags..." Ye Xiu took Su Mucheng's translator: "Well, say it again..."
"Just be arrogant! Hehe, you're lucky, next time, more than just them will definitely enter the infirmary!" Leader Cui said viciously.
Ye Xiu's face became serious. As soon as he took a step forward, a mechanical sound came from behind him.
He didn't quite understand what it meant, but to Leader Cui's ears, it sounded particularly terrifying.
"The corpse is talking. (Korean)"
Several members of the Huaxia team turned to look. Bai Mo, who had been playing with his cell phone with his head down, smiled and raised his head. He was holding his cell phone in his hand and turned the volume to the maximum.
