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Chapter 929 Unbearable Memory

Yang Luo's task this time is very arduous, and he has to win the applause of everyone present to complete the task.

This task is very difficult.

According to a simple count, there were a total of 23 media reporters present, and a total of 31 people including photographers and videographers.

Now that I am spitting all over the place, the people below are also dumbfounded.

Yang Luo felt that his foreign language proficiency had really improved, and the other party could understand everything he said. Could it be that after returning to China, he could pass the seventh and eighth exams directly.

What should be said is almost all said, it is time to test the effect.

"The final result, as you can see, they were all arrested."

There was silence below, except for the crackling of the keyboard, there was no applause, not even a single one.

Yang Luo felt that the blood in his body was about to overflow. This does not refer to the overflow of blood, but refers to a majestic pressure in the body, pushing the blood in all directions.

Yang Luo felt that the pores in every inch of his body would be stretched open by the blood in his body and splashed out.

Damn it, damn it, isn't your own story touching at all?
Guess what I said, my mother, grandma, and even grandpa heard it, and they must all admire it.

But none of these foreigners responded, this group of unconscionable things.

"Excuse me, do you think the story is not exciting?" Yang Luo asked by the way.

None of the reporters below responded, they just kept their heads down and tapped on the keyboard.

When Yang Luo saw it, he quickly stretched out his hand and shouted: "Okay, okay, don't memorize it, and I will add something you don't know."

Sure enough, as soon as this sentence came out, the reporters below raised their heads.

Yang Luo's eyes lit up, and he cursed mentally, they really are a group of shrewd guys, foreigners are really hard to deal with.

Judging from the plain expressions of the reporters just now, my story didn't interest them at all, so what they wrote might not be exciting.

The most important thing is that no one applauds. This result is too dismal.

Yang Luo turned his head to look at his head coach, but Zidane was also yawning, feeling like he was going to sleep.

It seems that my skills need to be improved.

Thinking about the prompts in the system, Yang Luo grasped two words, pretending to be aggressive, yes, the story he told just now was too plain, it should have ups and downs, twists and turns, in this case, will the effect be improved a bit.

"Actually, there are some things I didn't explain clearly just now, so I will add it now."

Yang Luo's tone suddenly lowered, and he felt that he had to be serious.

The reporters also adjusted their posture, looking more serious.

Zidane glanced at Yang Luo, put his elbows on the table, put his hands on his chin, and looked at Yang Luo curiously.

Yang Luo straightened his tone and said suddenly, "Have you experienced death?"

This sentence quickly mobilized the attention of everyone present, and finally someone followed suit.

"No." The short-haired female reporter shook her head and said.

"Me neither." A fat male reporter behind him said.

The rest also shook their heads.

Of course, these reporters are just sports reporters, not war reporters, so what kind of death can they experience, Yang Luo pointed out that they are just exaggerating the atmosphere.

"I was in Africa, and I experienced two deaths in total," Yang Luo stood in front of the table, stretched out his hand and held out two fingers.

In Africa, few people knew about that period of history at the beginning. It was not that no one interviewed Yang Luo at the time, but that period of history was a history that Yang Luo did not want to recall in his mind, so he did not accept interviews.

Today, in order to complete the system tasks, he is ready to fight.

"I believe that none of you here has seen the real Africa." Yang Luo's voice was very low, and his mood was calmed down at this time.

At this time, the former short-haired female reporter who looked very energetic said naturally: "I have been to Africa, the World Cup in South Africa, and I organized reports in South Africa as an on-site reporter. I think Africa is a piece of land. The pure land, where you can see elephants, lions, cheetahs, and even some species unique to Africa, is always very beautiful.”

After the female reporter finished speaking, she looked at Yang Luo. She didn't think Africa was a bad place.

And Yang Luo looked at him, a little moved in his eyes.

"That's the peace you see in your eyes. Have you ever seen the other side?"

"There, your life has no dignity. No matter you are a woman, an old man, or even a child, when all the black holes are aimed at you, it means that you will go to hell at any time."

Yang Luo didn't make alarmist remarks, and everything he said was his own real experience.

So, his look on everyone at high speed, everything is true.

All the people present sat up straight, not even the usual whispers.

Zidane, Simeone, and Torres next to them have never experienced it. When they saw the entire Racing Santander team besieged in Africa and attacked by militants, everyone sweated for them .

They are rivals on the football field, but in private, they are all sports fans and compatriots in Spain. They do not want this kind of danger to happen to their compatriots.

And Yang Luo was one of the parties involved, and everyone was eager to know what happened at that time.

Yang Luo's words also brought this group of reporters into that war-torn country, and seemed to have forgotten the purpose of this press conference.

Yang Luo walked around the table and walked in front of everyone.

He compared his hand to a pistol, raised it slightly at the short-haired female reporter, and then made a "bang" sound from his mouth.

The sound is like the sound of a real pistol.

The female reporter backed away abruptly, as if she had been shot.

Her face was pale and she was very scared, which was far from the beautiful side of Africa she had just explained.

Even, this female reporter really felt that she was already in an environment where life was trampled on at will.

Seeing the female reporter's reaction, Yang Luo slowly put his hands away.

"An old man, his body is very thin, and the wrinkles on his face are as obvious as being cut by a knife. He was captured from a building by a group of brutal armed men. He looks very pitiful."

Yang Luo kept recalling the principal who died to protect the man, that was the most impressive scene in Africa.

"what's next?"

The female reporter seemed to have reacted from the shocking scene just now.

Yang Luo's expression was a little gloomy, and out of the gap between his teeth, puffs of hot air mixed with anger came out.

In the tone, everyone present was infected.

"The old man desperately protected a child in his arms. The children were terrified and kept crying, and they grabbed the old man with both hands. Normally, they might feel that the old man is nothing, and they can't even help them. But now, they put everything Hope is concentrated on this old man, and hope that the old man can protect him."

"Although the old man was very brave, he still pleaded bitterly at gunpoint, hoping that they would not shoot and let them go, even if he was left behind. But this group of beasts, regardless of the old man's plea, forcibly took the child from snatched from the hand of the old man,

Speaking of this, Yang Luo's chest has already started to rise and fall. He promises that if he can travel back at this time, no matter how many guns are pointing at him around him, he will risk his life and educate these beasts so that They know how terrible hell is.

The reporters below couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, they were already getting nervous.

"In the end, just like the action I made just now, the group of beasts shot at the old man, and the old man fell into a pool of blood."

After the female reporter finished listening, she covered her mouth with her hand, trying not to cry out, but her face was already full of tears.

　Happy May Day

　　
　
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