William Jacques stood in front of the competition table with a completely confused expression. He stared intently at the horizontal line on the name of Li Mochen's opponent, then he pinched the waist of a classmate next to him and turned him around half a circle.
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The latter immediately screamed and cursed: "SHIT! William, you bastard, why are you twisting my flesh? Have I offended you? AH?"
"Just making sure I'm not dreaming!"
William shrugged innocently: "I'm sure now, this shouldn't be the case!"
"Shit! You should twist yourself. You haven't felt any pain. Are you sure this isn't a dream? Maybe I'm fake and just an illusion in your dream-"
This time Louise Linden was calm. After losing with a sword a few days ago, she had roughly guessed the plan of Nexen Sports Group. Therefore, it is not difficult to understand Li Mochen's amazing good luck. It is indispensable.
There is a driving force behind the scenes.
However, understanding comes from understanding, so Louise still asked the people around her to inquire about the situation as soon as possible.
Soon after, a club coach accompanying the team brought them the exact news with a complicated expression.
"This guy named Jett was injured by his last opponent and broke his tibia. Originally, this guy was planning to spend a week recovering from his injuries to participate in the next battle, but things went against his expectations. The doctor responsible for treating him was injured.
If there is any mistake, he still can't stand up successfully——"
"so--"
William turned his head and looked at Li Mochen, who was reporting at the podium but was surrounded by a large group of reporters.
"Our Ah Mo is already in the top sixty-four without doing anything, right? Wow, it feels like we are already guaranteed to qualify for the winter team competition."
Even the head coach Rikar, who was always very serious, was shaking his head slightly. In this situation, he no longer knew what to say.
They seemed to have to thank this guy for allowing them to survive the desperate situation and see the dawn of participating in the team competition.
Only Louise Linden was present, with a bitter smile on her lips. She guessed that Li Mochen's good luck would continue until the 32nd round, until he met the runner-up of the previous individual fighting competition.
As far as she knows, Penguin Gaming Company has opened a betting market for Li Mochen's final ranking, and the odds of winning are currently 28.3.
Louise bet 350,000 gold shields on Li Mochen, and she planned to make some pocket money.
Unfortunately, 10,000 gold shields is already Penguin's maximum bet amount. Her bet of 350,000 has already borrowed the social security cards of many friends and servants. Otherwise, she would be willing to pay even millions of gold shields.
At this time, Li Mochen was already illuminated by a large flash of light in front of him, making it difficult to even open his eyes.
"Hello, Lucky Andre, I am a reporter from the Atlanta Morning News! From now on, you have entered the top 64. Is there anything you want to say to everyone now?"
"Student Wildenstein, you have advanced to three consecutive rounds due to the withdrawal of your opponent. How do you feel now?"
"Student Wildenstein, I am from American Fighter Magazine. Can you take time out to accept an interview with us in the near future?"
"I remember a week ago, Mr. Wildenstein, you made a declaration that the opponents in the first two rounds were not your enemies, and they were lucky not to encounter you. And this time, you are the city MOS champion.
It is inevitable to win. Do you still think so now?"
The questions asked by these reporters were basically the same as last time. The difference was that more reporters participated, and some well-known big media also appeared.
But then someone still asked a question that was different from before.
"Andre, I think you still remember me. I'm from Atlanta Sports Weekly. Did you read the newspaper we published today? My colleague broke a very breaking news. He came from Naison Sports Group
Where did I learn that you have signed a top-notch sponsorship contract with this company?"
"Some people say that you are a member of the Wildenstein family. We interviewed Mr. Cleo, the president of the Wildenstein Transportation Company. He said that your mother has been removed from the family, right?"
Li Mochen looked calm and walked to the entrance of the gymnasium with the help of security guards before stopping to answer questions.
"I did sign a sponsorship agreement with Naison Sports Group three weeks ago. According to the other party, their sponsorship of me is indeed top-notch."
As Li Mochen said this, he specifically pointed to the sword bag behind him, which had the obvious Naisen trademark on it.
"I have been a fan of Naison Sports Group since I was a child. Their products are great. Especially the several trial products that Naison Sports Group has provided me recently are awesome. I am looking forward to Naison Sports Laboratory now."
The armor customized for me, if nothing else happens, I can wear this armor during the thirty-two battles."
The people around were already in an uproar. William Jacques, who was joining in the fun nearby, opened his mouth wide and could not close it for the time being.
Watt? Is this guy serious?
He immediately thought that Li Mochen was bragging, but then William thought that no matter how crazy Li Mochen was, he would not tell such lies in front of so many media.
Moreover, Atlanta Sports Weekly is very authoritative, and these are all news that have been published in newspapers.
So, this good friend of his has indeed obtained the most prestigious sponsorship agreement from Naison Sports Group, and he wasn't joking with him before?
But William still couldn't figure it out. Is the marketing department of Naison Sports Group crazy?
"As for the city MOS championship, my attitude remains the same as always. As far as this year's players are concerned, no one is my opponent."
Li Mochen's tone was neither fast nor slow, with no ups and downs at all, as if what he was saying was an ordinary thing.
"As for the Wildenstein family you mentioned, what I want to say is that although the name on my driver's license and Social Security card is Andre Lee Wildenstein, I prefer to be called someone else.
I, Li Mochen, or A Mo——"
At this time, the surrounding reporters were in a commotion again, and Li Mochen was no longer interested in answering. After saying this, he left the Storm Stadium directly under the attention of everyone, and got into the Novo that Qi Tai had driven for him.
Fokker Lotus 350 sports car, heading to the Cathedral of Light in Atlanta.
Li Mochen is looking forward to the next trip to the dark world. Alyssa Targaryen informed her on the phone yesterday that she has found the kind of giant beast that Li Mochen wants, and it is the one that definitely suits Li Mochen's heart.