"Watts?"

Willem Jacques stood in front of the table with a completely bewildered expression. He looked intently at the horizontal line on Li Mochen's opponent's name, and then pinched the waist of a classmate next to him and turned it half a circle hard.

The latter suddenly shouted and scolded: "SHIT! WILLIAM, YOU BASTARD, WHAT ARE YOU TWISTING MY FLESH FOR?

"Just to make sure if I'm dreaming right now!"

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

"Shit! you should twist yourself, you haven't been in pain, are you sure this isn't a dream? Maybe I'm fake, it's just a vision of your dream—"

This time, Louise Linden was in a good position, and after a sword defeat a few days ago, she had already guessed the intentions of the Nethan Sports Group. Therefore, Li Mochen's astonishing good 'luck' is not difficult to understand, which is indispensable to be promoted by a behind-the-scenes promoter.

However, Louise still asked the people around her to inquire about the situation as soon as possible.

Soon after, a club coach who accompanied the team brought back the exact news with a complicated expression.

"This guy named Jett was defeated by his last opponent and broke his shin. Originally, this man was going to spend a week recuperating from his injuries to participate in the next battle, but it backfired, and the doctor in charge of treating him made a mistake, and he still can't successfully stand up——"

"So-"

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

"Our Amo, he's already in the round of 64 without doing anything, isn't he? Wow, I feel like we've already qualified for the winter team event. ”

Even the always serious head coach Ricard shook his head slightly. In such a situation, he no longer knows what to say.

They seem to have to thank this guy for allowing them to survive and see the light of day in the team competition.

Louise Linden was the only one present, with a bitter smile on the corner of her lips, and she guessed that Li Mochen's good luck would continue until the 32nd round, until she met the runner-up of the last individual fighting competition.

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

Louise bet 350,000 gold dong on Li Mochen, and she planned to earn some pocket money.

It's a pity that 10,000 gold dong is already the largest bet amount of Penguin, and her bet of 350,000 has borrowed the social security cards of many friends and servants, otherwise she is willing to pay even millions of gold.

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

"Hello, lucky Andre, I'm a reporter for the Atlanta Morning News! From now on, you're in the round of 64, do you have anything you want to say to everyone now?"

"Willenstein, you've been promoted three times in a row due to your opponent's retirement, how do you feel now?"

"Wildenstein, I'm from America Fighter magazine, can you take the time to do one of our interviews in the near future?"

"I remember a week ago, Wildenstein, you made a declaration that the opponents in the first two rounds were not your enemies, and it was their luck that they did not meet you. And this time the city MOS champion, you yourself are bound to win. Do you still think so?"

The problems of these journalists are basically the same as the last time, except that there are more journalists involved, and some well-known big media outlets have appeared.

But then someone asked a different question.

"Andre, I think you remember me, I'm from Atlanta Sports Weekly. My colleague broke the news that he had learned from the Nathan Sports Group that you had signed a top-notch sponsorship contract with the company.

"Some people say you're a member of the Wildenstein family, and we interviewed Mr. Clio, the president of the Wildenstein Transportation Company, and he said that your mother has been removed from the family, right?"

Li Mochen's expression was calm, and with the help of the security guards, he walked all the way to the door of the gymnasium, and then stopped to answer questions.

"I did sign a sponsorship deal with Nathan Sports Group three weeks ago, and according to them, their sponsorship of me is really top-notch. ”

Li Mochen said as he deliberately pointed to the sword bag behind him, which had an obvious Naison trademark on it.

"I've been a fan of the Naison Sports Group since I was a kid and their products are fantastic. In particular, the recent trial products provided to me by the Nathan Sports Group are simply fantastic. I'm now looking forward to the Nesson Athletic Lab's custom suit for me, and if nothing else, I'll be able to wear it in the round of 32. ”

The people around were already in an uproar. Willem Jacques, who was joining in the fun, opened his mouth even wider, and couldn't close it for the time being.

Is this guy serious?

He immediately thought that Li Mochen was bragging, but then William thought that no matter how big Li Mochen's nerves were, he would not say these lies in front of so many media.

And Atlanta Sports Weekly, however, is very authoritative, and this is news that has been published in the newspapers.

So, this good friend of his did get the top-level sponsorship deal of the Nathan Sports Group, and he wasn't joking with him before?

But William still can't figure it out, is the marketing department of Nathan Sports Group crazy?

"Regarding the City MOS Champion, my attitude is the same as always. So far, no one in this class is my opponent. ”

Li Mochen's tone was unhurried, without any ups and downs, as if he was talking about ordinary things.

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

At this time, the surrounding reporters were in a commotion again, and Li Mochen had no interest in answering. After he finished saying this, he left the Storm Stadium directly under the attention of everyone, and directly got into the Norfolk Lianhua 350 sports car that Qitai helped him drive, and drove to the Bright Cathedral in Atlanta.

Li Mochen is looking forward to the next trip to the dark world, and Alyssa Targaryen has already told her by phone yesterday that she has found the kind of giant beast Li Mochen wants, the kind that is absolutely in line with Li Mochen's heart.