Full-time master: I have a spirit behind me.

"Please invite the next reporter to ask questions." Chu Xiong looked around the venue, his eyes lit up, and he was about to ask a question to a reporter who looked very intellectual, but soon, a slightly plump male reporter stood up.

He had an uncomfortable smile on his face: "Excuse me... If I'm not mistaken, Zhang Jiale was in charge of the entire game, right? It seems that it has become a habit for the Ember Team to use their players' familiarity with the previous team to win the game? Does the Ember Team have anything to say about this?"

The gentle smile on Li Wen's face disappeared. Looking at the reporter's malicious smile, he wanted to stand up directly.

However, under the table, Zhang Jiale grabbed the corner of Li Wen's clothes and shook his head: "I..."

"What the hell is that?" Old Wei said with a look of disdain, his chin resting on his hand.

The reporter who was originally smiling suddenly changed his expression, but then turned excited: "Can I understand this as Team Ember enjoying insulting reporters at press conferences?"

Old Wei was stunned, and looked at Lu Liang in surprise: "Old Lu, don't you think the world is weird now?"

"Hey? What do you mean?"

"I've seen people who like to pick up money, and people who like to pick up other people's words. Why are there people who are eager to be scolded now?" Old Wei pinched his nose.

Lu Liang was stunned for a moment, then looked up and looked around: "Where is he? Where is he? Why can't I see him?"

"Hiss, you have made progress."

"That's right." Old Lu raised his head and said proudly, "This is the strength of the old players and seniors!"

"You...you guys..." The reporter who asked the question looked a little unhappy.

"What do you mean, is the threshold for being a reporter so low now? Even a stutterer can be a reporter? That's right, after all, his eyesight isn't that good. Originally, Xiao Chu wanted to call that beautiful sister." Old Wei stood up and put his hand on Zhang Jiale's shoulder: "Alright, alright, we can't not answer the questions, otherwise we don't know how people will frame us."

"There's nothing wrong with what you said." Lu Liang praised him with all his heart.

"First of all, Lao Zhang, this bad player, do you think he can come up with such a targeted tactical arrangement? Did you take the right medicine? Or did you not take any medicine at all? If he could use his brain, would he still go to Sanya? Or would he still lose to Wang Jiexi twice?" Lao Wei curled his lips: "Secondly, according to what you said, the entire professional league will have to be reshuffled, right? Xiao Jiang from Samsara was also poached, Yu Feng from Baihua was also poached, Xu Bin from Tiny Herb was also poached, Tang Hao from Howling was also poached, the entire professional league should be disbanded."

Heart-breaking.

The reporter was panicked, because he was relying on the Honor section of E-Sports Home for his livelihood. He could slander the players at will, but he didn't dare to offend the professional league. Now Lao Wei's statement was basically putting him on the fire.

"Let me see what his name is. Fortunately, there's nothing wrong with my eyesight... Oh, Ruan Cheng, right? Don't put everything in next time, Xiao Chu." Lao Wei cursed, "This time, the plan against Baihua was thought up by me, and Lao Zhang was responsible for executing it with a white glove. What's wrong with that? If you go and dig up Chu Yunxiu, you'll find that even unknown people are more reliable and have faster traffic than this. What are you thinking? Are you sick in the brain?
With this professional sense, you are still a journalist? Your journalism skills are not even as good as those of a marketing account. Forget it, you are nothing. Just sit down and pretend to go to the toilet and leave quickly. "

Ruan Cheng's face turned pale and blue. He paused for a while and was about to fight back when he saw Lao Wei waving his hand: "Alright, alright, next one, which beautiful reporter sister please ask a question? Sorry, this thing has wasted so much of my time."

"Hehe, isn't it not appropriate to describe people like this?" Lu Liang asked in a low voice, but his voice was almost loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

"What's wrong with that? He asked for it himself!" Old Wei sat down in astonishment and glanced at Lu Liang: "Why did you accept bribes from him and let him in? I was wondering why his position was so close to the front. You can give the bribes to the brothers and have a good meal later."

"Hey, I'm telling you, don't go too far. I don't accept just any money. I wouldn't dare accept such a brainless one from you." Lu Liang denied quickly.

"Look, look, Captain, look, he's anxious, he's anxious." Old Wei said gloatingly, "Remember to pay for it before supper tonight."

"I'm taking your uncle's money!"

Old Wei and Old Lu started arguing in class. The reporter stood there at a loss. Li Wen shook his head helplessly: "Sorry, please continue asking. Don't... don't bother with them."

"Ah... okay." The reporter nodded blankly.

By the way, what did I want to ask just now?

Zhang Jiale lowered his head and remained silent.

Once again, I was protected by everyone...

"What the hell? Can you stop talking so disgustingly? Your eldest grandson is right next to us!" Old Wei pulled the bench back with a look of disgust, trying to stay a little further away from Zhang Jiale.

"...Thank you very much this time, Boss Wei." Zhang Jiale said, resisting the urge to put the plate in front of him on Boss Wei's head.

"Hey, you're totally unnecessary, Brother Zhang." Fang Rui sighed, chewing the skewers and said, "How many times have you been cheated and you still don't realize it? This is Boss Wei's plan. He wants to control people with your mentality. Without saying too much, I feel that Boss Wei is the one who received the black money. Think about it carefully. It was Boss Wei who asked you to show him tactics, and it was also Boss Wei who took the blame for you. He has done so much, just to gain some favorability... Shit, Shit, why do I feel that the more I talk, the more it makes sense."

"Eating skewers can't stop you from talking, right? If you expose Boss Wei like this, you'll be the one to be tricked next time."

"Emmm, that does make sense. Well, Lao Zhang, just pretend you didn't hear what I said just now." Fang Rui thought for a moment and said quickly.

……

Zhang Jiale looked at his teammates helplessly. He didn't know which of their words were true and which were lies...

"By the way, where did this reporter come from today, Xiao Chu?" Lu Liang seemed to remember something and looked up at the eldest master Chuxiong who was diligently grilling meat for Li Wen and Qiu Fei.

Chu Xiong scratched his head and said, "I don't really know. But it seems that this guy doesn't have a very good reputation in the professional league. In the group of publishers I joined before, someone directly called him a mad dog."

"He makes people feel very uncomfortable." Li Wen, who never talks while eating, interjected in a low voice.

The other members of Yu Jin looked at each other, with different expressions on their faces.

Professional Players Group Chat
The competition group at the end of the competition day is always much more lively than usual. Everyone usually chats with each other in the group, or talks about their experiences and insights.

Of course, there are also people chatting.

Luanlu Yinchen: [What? He actually stood up Sister Yunxiu?!]

Muyuchengfeng: [This is really too much! ]

Fengcheng Yanyu: [Isn’t it! ]

The male professional players who were watching the group chat were stunned. If that brother really went to meet, it would be a bad thing, right? Can he return safely? He would probably be put under house arrest by Chu Yunxiu. He would only drink water for 2,000 words and eat rice for 4,000 words, right?
Xiao Shiqin, who was a little confused after being beaten by Chu Yunxiu today, thought about it: [But it's too coincidental, isn't it? Didn't he agree to it before? But suddenly refused... isn't it a bit strange? ] Li Hua, who was lying on the bed and browsing his phone, was startled and sat up from the bed, scaring his teammates in the same room: [Strange, isn't it? Everyone has important things to do. Besides, this guy has never been kind, so it doesn't seem strange to do such a thing that goes back on his word, right? ]

Gui Ke: [That being said... By the way, Lao Li, a large group of candidates online are now celebrating that they no longer have to help you write letters, reports, and diaries. What do you think about this?]

Li Hua was so moved that he almost cried. He used to hate it when people joked with him about this, but now he really felt that Old Wu was his savior: [I feel pretty good. At least I can have some peace and quiet for a while.]

Gong Yu: [Brothers, does anyone know Ruan Cheng? Which team is this reporter from?]

Flying Sword: [Ruan Cheng? This name sounds familiar.]

Rota: [It does sound familiar, but it's not ours.]

Yi Ye Zhi Qiu: [This fellow is a worthless fellow! ]

Hai Wuliang: [I do have some impression.]

Duhuo: [Speaking of which, I have a good impression of this person, but he doesn't seem to be a team reporter for any organization. He is a freelance writer for E-sports Home. He has a lot of fans by making up sharp questions.]

Guns and Bullets: [Yes, I made Xiao Lu cry before.]

Liuyun: [Not that time! No, I didn’t cry!]

Luohualangjie: [I heard that he came to K City today, but we didn’t see him there. ]

Luanlu Yinchen: [Hehe, I heard about this. It was Boss Wei from Yujin who scolded the person away.]

Liuyun: [Boss Wei is mighty! ]

Following Liuyun's words, many newcomers or professional players who had suffered losses at the hands of Ruan Cheng all began to behave in their natural human ways.

Yingfeng Buzhen: [Ahem, keep a low profile, keep a low profile. ]

Ye Yu Sheng Fan: [I've been watching for quite a while, old thing. You must have jumped out because you saw that no one clicked the plus one button. You are so shameless at your age. You are so shameless. It's really too much. You still want to get a little fame like this. It's really disrespectful to the elderly. I represent the moon and I despise you and me! ]

With the appearance of Huang Shaotian, many newcomers kept posting emoticons of worshipping the great god.

Lord Grim: [You really are of the same lineage as Old Wei. Aren’t you also waiting for him to stop sending messages before joining him? ]

Yingfeng Buzhen: [You are even more shameless than I was back then! ]

Ye Yu Sheng Fan: [No no no no no no, you are still shameless, old man. You dare to come out like that, Ye Xiu! Come on, let's fight for another 300 rounds. If it weren't for your little ninja who kept squatting on me today, I would have to tear your umbrella apart! ]

However, Huang Shaotian’s chat records are usually quickly buried in messages. Who would have the time to read a large amount of text?

Wang Buluixing: [You guys in Xingxin need to pay attention to this. Ruan Cheng likes to suppress newcomers, and you guys in Xingxin have the most newcomers.]

Lord Grim: [Yes, and each one has a stronger personality than the other. It really gives me a headache.]

Ye Yu Sheng Fan: [This guy is showing off, right? He must be showing off. Who did he learn this shameless spirit from? ]

Zhibai Shouhei: [If this is the case, is it necessary for us to jointly boycott this journalist? ]

Joint boycott?

Seeing Li Wen, the leader of Yujin, say this, everyone else was stunned. Even the teams that didn't have many new players this season were thinking about this question.

There are no newcomers this year, but that doesn’t mean there have always been no newcomers.

Feng Shan Gui Qi: [But Mr. Li, this is not easy to do, right? How can we resist? We can't just send people to block him outside the door and prevent him from entering, right? ]

Li Wen felt a little distressed when he saw what Senior Li Xuan said. They just thought of it suddenly at the dinner table and they hadn't really thought about how to resist it.

"Look, this is the standard expression of an innocent child towards a scoundrel." Old Wei shook his head: [Are your heads made of wood? Go and complain to your bosses! With all his problems, won't you cry if you find reasons to complain? You are so stupid. ]

Wang Buliuxing: [Senior Wei means... to report to the club that Ruan Cheng's behavior has affected the development and performance of newcomers?]

Changlewojing: [It's just an idea. Think about what the bosses value most. Why would they choose black and red when they can go all the way to red? Are they really selecting the followers of the dusk? ]

Fengcheng Yanyu: [Oh?]

Chu Yunxiu seemed to have thought of something. The two sisters of Yanyu were the boss's cash cows. If they were crippled or lost their leaves, the boss would be heartbroken.

Yingfengbuzhen: [That's right, you are all professional players! Just thinking about how to train and improve yourself is tiring enough, why bother with all this? ]

Yingfengbuzhen: [Go cry to your boss, cry as hard as you can, only the crying child gets the candy, pass this situation up to the higher-ups, and do you still need to worry about the rest? Come on, your bosses are much more playful than you! ]

That's right, the club owners may not understand the team, the game, or the training, but they are definitely experts in this area. It doesn't even take many, just one or two professional clubs to put pressure on Feng Xianjun, and Ruan Cheng will never be able to enter a meeting venue in the future.

No one would refuse to cry to the boss if that would solve the problem, right?

Yingfengbuzhen: [There is one more thing, Lao Wang, Lao Ye, Xiao Zhou, and Lao Han, send me the messages when you cry. I have no other intentions, I just want to see how you cry.]

Liuyun: [I want to see it too! ]

[Group member "Liuyun" has had a message withdrawn by the administrator.]
Soxar: [You don't want to! Go to bed! ]

(End of this chapter)