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Chapter 111 Press Conference

Lu Mi just listened to what Shen Zhongchen said following Zhao Didi, and sat there motionless, as if she didn't hear anything.

However, that woman may also have entered a bottleneck period in her career recently. Seeing that Lu Mi did not speak, and did not respond to Zhao Didi who was still struggling to explain, she was still persistently asking Lu Mi: "About this matter, you really have nothing to do?" What is it? Or is it true that Lu Mi is actually Huang Chen's invisible benefactor as rumored on the Internet."

Lu Mi squinted her eyes, but still had that beautiful smile on her face. The corners of her mouth moved slightly, wondering what the real sponsor of our team would think when you said that.

But that woman obviously didn't want to follow them any more, Zhao Didi continued to talk, and kept asking Lu Mi.

Lu Mi thought about it for a while, and probably knew what the person in front of him was thinking. These people in the Huangchen team, and the others are old dogs who have experienced many battles, so they probably can't ask anything. , if you want to find a breakthrough point, you can only find yourself, and with Huang Chen's status in the e-sports circle, I guess you can say something casually, delete, delete, modify and add something yourself tomorrow.

Just another headline today.

Lu Mi figured out what was going on, and she didn't want to talk to the person in front of her anymore. Anyway, as she said, she was in a troubled time recently, and there were many people scolding her, so she just followed the woman in front of her. Painful irony.

The attack power is probably not as good as a [-]-word statement written by netizens on the Internet.

When she thought of this, her brows and eyes frowned, at least the statement written by others was eloquent and well-founded.

When she thought about it this way, she felt that there was really no need for that woman who was still blasphemy.

But she thought about it herself, and Zhao Didi next to her looked at it very worriedly, worried that she would be stimulated.

Like Lu Mi, Shen Zhongchen sat still in the middle of the table, knowing that the reporter was indeed a little aggressive, so he finally said: "Our team members, of course we are responsible for what happened, as for you, anyway Whether Huang Chen wins or loses has nothing to do with you, so why do you bother so much?"

The reporter was beaten back by Shen Zhongchen himself. Not only was he not frightened, but rather happy, and the group of people beside him had already started to write notes.

Just say something, there will be a new topic in tomorrow's news, let's make another cold meal the day after tomorrow, and then follow up on Huang Chen's records in the later period, just casually black.

It is estimated that Huang Chen even apologized to the reporters and friends in the end.

Zhao Didi watched from the side, feeling helpless, but he didn't say anything to smooth things over.In all fairness, the woman down there did go a little too far this time.

Shen Zhongchen finished teasing the woman, sighed softly, and then handed the microphone to Lu Mi: "Since you all want to hear what I have to say, then listen to it."

Lu Mi looked up in surprise, but saw Shen Zhongchen's serious eyes. When he saw Lu Mi, his eyes softened a little: "Say whatever you want."

Zhao Didi was almost going to grab the microphone, but he came back to his senses relatively quickly, and he also understands that he can't get it back even if he went to grab the microphone in the past, and he may give more information to these people's records tomorrow.

Zhao Didi looked at the sky silently, only feeling that the big boss of his club might have to worry a lot about public relations and publicity this time.

Lu Mi took over the microphone, and she looked at the dense crowd of people below. Those people were obviously very interested in her, and some people couldn't help shouting: "Don't you explain the details about your recent Weibo?" the situation?"

Lu Mi stood on the stage and looked at the audience. She knew in her heart that there were probably not many people who really cared about their gender issues.

However, what I say now is their wages for tomorrow, and the money for meals in the future, but they are all forced by life. They have to dig out all the privacy of their interviewees in order to survive, and they can't wait to go through the trash cans of other people's houses every day.

It doesn't necessarily mean that they are really interested in who is cheating on others.

She opened her mouth slowly, her breath seemed to be stagnant, those people started to pick up their pens, ready to start writing, then Lu Mi closed her mouth again, and she squinted her eyes: "For the follow-up report on my matter, you can pay attention to us The official blog of the Huangchen Club, welcome to follow up, if you are not satisfied with our final notice, you are also welcome to private message to discuss."

She couldn't help laughing after she finished speaking, and finally revealed how unhappy she is now: "Of course we don't have to listen to it."

After she finished speaking, she was going to pass the microphone in her hand to Zhao Didi, who was looking forward to it, but after thinking about it, she took back her half-stretched hand.

She turned around: "But let me ask, how was my game today?"

The reporters below were all a little confused. To be honest, I have been a reporter for so many years. This is really the first time that someone asked the reporter these questions in turn.

After a while, a reporter who usually played games when he was free stood up, and began to answer very hesitantly: "Of course your game level is still very good, and you can be regarded as the group of people with the best skills in the entire professional circle. One of them." The man scratched his head: "This competition is indeed much stronger than your last competition, and the improvement is still very large."

He was a little puzzled: "But what are you asking these for now? Let us praise you?"

Lu Mi still smiled warmly like a spring breeze: "Because you are supposed to ask these questions, if you don't ask, and I don't ask, what should I do?" She said with a bit of sarcasm: "This is an e-sports competition. , you don’t care about who wins and who loses, who performed better in this competition, everyone here is concerned about why I don’t expose my gender? Are you reporters from the e-sports edition or the entertainment edition? The things written on the back cover of a one-dollar gossip magazine are not as good at changing concepts as you are!"

She finished speaking in one breath, and seemed to want to say something else, but seeing those people below still writing and drawing in her notebook, she finally gave up on this idea.

After all, she can already predict that tomorrow she will start playing big names for herself, disrespecting reporters...

If she had to say something else, she didn't know what she would write tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)