"watt?"

William Jacques stood in front of the competition table with a completely confused expression. He looked at the horizontal line on Li Mochen's opponent's name intently, then pinched the waist of a classmate beside him and turned it around for half a circle.

The latter immediately screamed and cursed: "shit! William, you bastard, why are you twisting my jerky? Have I offended you?"

"Just confirming whether I'm dreaming now!"

William shrugged innocently: "I'm sure now, this shouldn't be!"

"Shit! You should twist your own, you haven't felt any pain. Are you sure this is not a dream? Maybe I'm fake, it's just an illusion in your dream."

This time, Louise Linden was calm. After defeating with one sword a few days ago, she had roughly guessed the plans of the Nesson Sports Group. So it is not difficult to understand Li Mochen's amazing "luck" as it is indispensable. This is a behind-the-scenes pusher.

However, no matter how you understand, Louise still asked the people around her to inquire about the situation as soon as possible.

Not long after, a club coach who accompanied the team brought them the exact news with a complicated expression.

"This guy named Jeter was both injured and his previous opponent and broke his shin. Originally, this guy planned to spend a week recovering from his injuries and participating in the next battle, but things went against his wishes. The doctor who was responsible for treating him made a mistake. He has not been able to stand up successfully yet."

"so"

William turned his head and looked at Li Mochen, who reported to the rostrum but was surrounded by a large group of reporters.

"Our Amo, he is already in the semi-finals without doing anything, right? Wow, we feel that we are almost sure to be qualified for the winter team competition."

Even the head coach Ricard, who has always been 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 letting them survive in desperate situations and seeing the dawn of participating in the team competition.

Only Louise Linden was present, showing a bitter smile beside the corner of her lips. She guessed that Li Mochen's good luck would continue to round 32 until she met the runner-up of the previous personal fighting competition.

As far as she knows, Penguin Gambling Company has opened a betting board for Li Mochen's final ranking, and the odds for winning the championship are currently 28.3.

Louise bet on Li Mochen for 350,000 gold shields, and she planned to make some pocket money.

Unfortunately, ten thousand gold shields are already the largest bet amount of Penguin Company. She bets of 350,000 yuan to borrow social security cards from many friends and servants. Otherwise, even millions of gold shields would be willing to do so.

At this time, Li Mochen had been illuminated by a large flash light in front of him to the point where it was difficult for him to open his eyes.

"Hello, lucky Andre, I am a reporter from Atlanta Morning News! From now on, you have entered the top 64 now. Do you have anything you want to tell everyone now?"

"Wilton Stein, you have advanced for three consecutive rounds because your opponent withdrew from the competition. What do you think now?"

"Wilton Stein, I'm from Amelic Fighter Magazine. Can you take time out of the near future and accept an interview with us?"

"I remember a week ago, Wilton Stein, you made a declaration that you believed that the opponents in the first two rounds were not your enemy, and that they were lucky to not encounter you. And you are bound to win this time with the Mos champion. Do you still think so now?"

The problems of these reporters are basically the same as last time. The difference is that there are more reporters involved, and some well-known big media have also appeared.

But then someone asked a question that was different from before.

"Student Andre, I think you still remember me. I come from the Atlanta Sports Weekly. I wonder if you have read the newspaper we published today? My colleague broke a very exciting news. He learned from the Nysen Sports Group that you have signed a top sponsorship contract with the company?"

"Some people say you are a member of the Wiltonstein family. We interviewed Mr. Crio, the president of Wiltonstein Transportation Company. He said that your mother has been removed from the family, right?"

Li Mochen looked calm and walked to the door of the gymnasium with the help of the security guard before stopping to answer the questions.

"I did sign a sponsorship agreement with Nissen Sports Group three weeks ago. According to the other party, their sponsorship to me is indeed the top."

While Li Mochen said, he also pointed to the sword bag behind him, which contained the obvious Nassen trademark.

"I have been a fan of Nissen Sports Group since I was a child. Their products are very good. Especially the trial products provided by Nissen Sports Group recently, which are simply amazing. I am now looking forward to the armor customized by Nissen Sports Laboratory for me. If nothing unexpected happens, I can wear this armor in the 32-strong battle."

Everyone around was already in an uproar. William Jacques, who was joining in the fun, opened his mouth wide and could not close it for the time being.

Watt? Is this guy serious?

He thought Li Mochen was boasting at the first time, but William then thought that no matter how harsh Li Mochen was, he would not have told these lies in front of so many media.

Moreover, the Atlanta Sports Weekly is very authoritative, and these are all news that have been published in newspapers.

So, his good friend did get the most sponsorship agreement from Nathan Sports Group, and wasn't he joking with him before?

But William still couldn't figure it out, was the marketing department of Nissen Sports Group crazy?

"About the city mos champion, my attitude is as always. As far as the contestants of this class are concerned, no one is my opponent."

Li Mochen's tone was neither fast nor slow, without any fluctuations, as if he was talking about something ordinary.

"As for the Wiltonstein family you mentioned, what I want to say is that my name on my driver's license and social security card is Andre Lee Wiltonstein, but I personally prefer others to call me Li Mochen or Amo."

At this time, the reporters around him were turbulent again, and Li Mochen no longer had the interest in answering. After saying this, he left the Storm Stadium under the gaze of everyone, took the Norfolk Lotus 350 sports car that Qi Tai helped him drive, and drove to Atlanta Light Cathedral.

Li Mochen was looking forward to the next trip to the dark world. Alissa Targaryen had already informed him by phone yesterday that she had found the kind of monster that Li Mochen wanted, which was definitely the kind that Li Mochen wanted.
Chapter completed!