"Watt?"
William Jacques stood in front of the competition table with a completely dumbfounded expression. He stared fixedly at the horizontal line above the name of Li Mochen's opponent. Then, he pinched the waist of a classmate next to him and forcefully twisted it half a circle.
The latter immediately yelled and cursed, "Sh * t! William, you bastard, why are you twisting my waist? Did I offend you, AH? "
"I'm just making sure I'm not dreaming right now!"
William shrugged innocently. "I'm sure now, this shouldn't be!"
"Sh * t! You should twist your own waist. You've never felt pain before. Are you sure this isn't a dream? Maybe I'm fake, just an illusion in your dream — "
This time, Louise Linden was calm. After being defeated a few days ago, she had roughly guessed Nathan Sports Group's plan. Therefore, it was not difficult to understand Li Mochen's amazing "luck." There must be a driving force behind the scenes.
But understanding was one thing, but Louise still asked the people around her to inquire about the situation as soon as possible.
Not long after, a club coach who was following the team brought them accurate news with a complicated expression.
"This guy named Jett and his last opponent both suffered serious injuries and broke his tibia. Originally, this guy planned to use a week to recover from his injury and participate in the next battle, but things didn't go as planned. The doctor in charge of treating him made a mistake, and he still can't successfully stand up now — "
"So —"
William turned his head and looked at Li Mochen, who was reporting at the rostrum but was surrounded by a large group of reporters.
"Our Ah Mo, he didn't do anything and he's already in the top 64, right? Wow, I feel like we're almost guaranteed to qualify for the winter team competition. "
Even Carl, who had always been serious, was shaking his head slightly. He already did not know what to say in such a situation.
They seemed to have to thank this guy for giving them a chance to participate in the team competition.
Only Louise Linden had a bitter smile on her lips. She guessed that Li Mochen's luck would continue until the 32nd round, until he met the runner-up of the last individual competition.
As far as she knew, Penguin Gambling Company had already opened a bet for Li Mochen's final ranking, and the odds for him to win the championship were currently 28.3.
Louise had bet 350,000 gold duns on Li Mochen. She planned to earn some pocket money.
It was a pity that 10,000 gold duns was the maximum amount that Penguin could bet. She had to borrow the social security cards of many of her friends and servants to bet 350,000 gold duns. Otherwise, she would have been willing to bet even millions of gold duns.
At this time, Li Mochen had been illuminated by a large number of flashing lights in front of him, to the point where it was difficult for him to open his eyes.
"Hello, lucky André, I am a reporter from the Atlanta Morning Telegraph! From now on, you are now in the top 64. Do you have anything to say to everyone? "
"Student Wildenstein, you have advanced three rounds in a row because your opponent withdrew. How do you feel now?"
"Student Wildenstein, I am from America's Fighter Magazine. Do you have time in the near future to accept an interview with us?"
"I remember a week ago, student Wildenstein, you declared that your opponents in the first two rounds were no match for you, and that they were lucky not to meet you. And this time, you are determined to win the city MOS championship. May I ask if you still think so now? "
These reporters' questions were basically the same as the last time. The difference was that there were more reporters participating, and there were also some well-known media outlets.
But then someone asked a question that was not quite the same as before.
"Student André, I think you still remember me. I am from the Atlanta Sports Weekly. I don't know if you have read our newspaper published today? My colleague revealed a very explosive piece of news. He learned from the Nathan Sports Group that you have signed a top sponsorship contract with the company? "
"Some people say that you are a member of the Wildenstein family. We have interviewed Mr. Crew, the president of the Wildenstein Transportation Company. He said that your mother has been removed from the family, right?"
Li Mochen looked calm. With the help of the security guards, he walked to the entrance of the stadium and stopped to answer the questions.
"I did sign a sponsorship agreement with the Nathan Sports Group three weeks ago. According to the other party, their sponsorship for me is indeed the top."
As Li Mochen said this, he also pointed to the sword bag behind him, which had a clear Naessen logo on it.
"I have been a fan of the Nathan Sports Group since I was a child. Their products are very good. Especially the several trial products provided by the Nathan Sports Group recently, they are simply amazing. I am now looking forward to the suit of armor that the Naessen Sports Laboratory custom-made for me. If everything goes well, I can wear this suit of armor in the top 32. "
The surrounding people were already in an uproar. William Jacques, who was watching from the side, opened his mouth wide and couldn't close it for the time being.
What? Is this guy serious?
At first, he thought that Li Mochen was bragging, but then William thought that no matter how thick Li Mochen's nerves were, he wouldn't lie in front of so many media outlets.
Moreover, the Atlanta Sports Weekly was very authoritative. This was news that had already been published in the newspaper.
So, this good friend of his had indeed received the top sponsorship agreement from the Nathan Sports Group. Was he joking with him before?
But William still couldn't understand. Had the marketing department of the Nathan Sports Group gone crazy?
"Regarding the city MOS champion, my attitude is the same as always. As far as this year's contestants are concerned, no one is a match for me. "
Li Mochen's tone was neither fast nor slow. There was no fluctuation at all. It was as if he was talking about something that couldn't be more ordinary.
"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 others to call me Li Mochen, or Ammo —"
At this time, the surrounding reporters were in an uproar again. Li Mochen was no longer interested in answering. After saying this, he directly left the Storm Stadium under everyone's gaze. He directly got into the Norfolk Lotus 350 sports car that Qitai had driven for him and drove to the Atlanta Cathedral of Light.
Li Mochen was looking forward to the upcoming trip to the Dark World. Alyssa Targaryen had already told him by phone yesterday that she had found the giant beast that Li Mochen wanted, the kind that absolutely suited Li Mochen's taste.
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