hero?it must be me

"Nonsense, except for him, no one in active duty has that physique!"

"But isn't he the winner of the last match?"

"Don't you know? Zheng Qi hasn't officially attended any press conference so far. Even the post-match awards are presented by other members of the Knights."

"What is he doing here?"

"I don't know... Wait, is it related to the Candle Knight or the Bright Knight?!"

“Exclusive! Exclusive taste!”

Words like these flowed among the crowd, and the Candle Knight, who noticed the commotion, turned his head to look, and happened to meet Zheng Qi, who could be said to stand out from the crowd.

"That is……?"

She wasn't the type to pay special attention to other competitive knights, so Candle Knight knew almost nothing about the Zheng Qi in the distance that was obviously twice the size of others, almost like another species.

"That's a member of the Red Pine Knights, Zheng Qi. He defeated the left-handed knight Titus Baiyang in the first round today."

the staff explained.

When hearing about the Red Pine Knights, Candle Knight raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Great knight."

With a sigh, Zheng Qi looked away.

He didn't have a penchant for staring straight at a strange woman.

Although I was a little curious about why the Candle Knight came here, the level of curiosity was almost the same as wondering what the yogurt tasted like when buying potato chips.

He came to fulfill the contract with Margaret, and he didn't have time or plan to get involved with a strange big knight.

Candle Knight seems to have the same idea.

After taking a few glances at Zheng Qi, she politely looked away.

This made the staff on the side a little relieved.

Candle Knight is fine, as for Zheng Qi, his superiors have explained that this person's character may be similar to that of Nightmare Chasing Knight, both belong to the perverse type.

The moment Zheng Qi and Candle Knight looked at each other just now, he was really afraid that something would happen.

Fortunately no.

Just like that, Zheng Qi and Candle Knight waited quietly, and the crowd suddenly began to surge.

The target is the channel.

Obviously, it was the Yao knight who came.

As soon as Margaret came out of the aisle, she was confronted with long guns and short cannons. The flashlight and microphone desperately squeezed forward with the hands and feet of the reporters as if they were about to hit her face.

No wonder.

Since Yao Knight officially returned to the arena, he has seldom cooperated with the operation activities arranged by the Chamber of Commerce.

She often leaves the arena without saying a word after the game, and also refuses various meetings and promotional matters.

However, her topicality will not decrease because of this, rather the opposite.

Therefore, for these media, if they can get a first-hand interview or even an exclusive interview about Yao Knight, that is definitely a great achievement.

"Sorry... please step aside..."

Margaret said helplessly to the reporters who seemed to be glued together into a whole wall.

However, no one paid any attention.

"Excuse me, Miss Margaret! What do you think of the recent actions of the Knights Association? Will infection really become an unfair factor?"

"Your Excellency, Knight Yao, would you like to disclose your infection status? The Knights Association has taken measures to keep this confidential. Is this irresponsible to the audience and other knights?"

"Miss Margaret, someone has witnessed your close contacts with several Sarkaz, who are they from you? Please answer positively!"

"His Excellency, Knight Yao! Please respond—do you intend to become the spiritual leader of the infected knights?"

"—Will you become, the second Blood Knight?"

"..."

Facing this aggressive question, Margaret slightly lowered her eyes.

On that heroic and magnificent face, there was no anger from being treated like this, but only calmness and fleeting sadness.

"I won't answer your questions."

she said so.

However, in exchange for——

"Are you acquiescing? Then your relationship with those Sarkaz—"

"—!"

Afterwards, all the reporters present at the time had similar memories.

At that moment, they all had a feeling...

It was as if someone stretched out his hand from behind, grabbed their spines, pinched their hearts, and strangled their throats.

is there something...

At that moment, it was as if there was some invisible and huge thing that was going to drag them somewhere.

——The reporters present at the time all had such feelings.

No one dared to look back.

But suddenly, no one dared to speak.

The huge exhibition hall, crowded with people, was so silent at this moment.

Then, someone made a sound.

"Step aside."

That man is right behind everyone.

He stood at the end of the passage.

He looked down at everyone who stood between him and Margaret.

He said this-

"Don't get in the way."

Chapter 209 Chapter 39: Triangle is a stable form!

Do not misunderstand.

Few of the media reporters present were fuel-efficient lamps. These veteran fritters who were running on the front line were not the ones who would be frightened by the word "get out of the way".

No, it's better to say that if one day, in the face of their "interview", any knight "dare" to say "get out of the way" to them, then they may jump up excitedly on the spot .

Because tomorrow, the headlines of the newspaper will be settled.

?Nova is like this? ! ?

?Shock! XX knights actually treat the people like this! ?

? "Get out of the way" - what arrogance!Take you into the inner world of XX knights! ?

Headlines like these are at the fingertips of these reporters.

In a sense, an outstanding competitive knight, in addition to being able to win on the field, has to learn how to deal with the media correctly.

They are like hyenas hunting in packs.

No matter how brave you are on the field, once you fall into their siege alone after the game, you may really face the dilemma of looking at your head and tail.

However, today, none of these media reporters who have experienced many battles dare to turn around at this moment and shake their wits at that tall man.

They even held their breath at the same time and pricked up their ears to listen to the man's slow and heavy footsteps.

To make an analogy is like watching a horror movie.

You obviously had a premonition that evil spirits or murderers were going to jump in the face, but you couldn't help but spread your fingers wide, peeking at the screen from between your fingers, and stretched your ears to listen to the more oppressive background music.

Just waiting for a horrible sight, a sharp scream.

For these reporters, that's pretty much it.

Obviously, everyone understands that this is an abnormal psychological reaction.

However, no one dared to face this abnormality.

Even the staff who maintained the order at the scene watched the scene, as if they didn't want to be involved.

Zheng Qi didn't pay attention to their feelings.

He doesn't have that kind of leisure.

Zheng Qi went straight forward, without any extra action from him. Anyone who heard the approaching footsteps would subconsciously avoid the sides of the passage.

It's like you're walking down the street and suddenly hear the deafening roar of an engine behind you.

Generally speaking, pedestrians will choose to avoid on both sides of the road as much as possible.

This is the same reason.

Thus, a strange scene appeared in front of Margaret.

Obviously no one looked back, but every time Zheng Qi took a step closer to her, it seemed that the crowd was so crowded that there was no room for them, and the crowd, which was already shoulder-to-heel, would naturally give way to a new path.

There was no need for the tall man to push and signal, everyone who stood between him and himself would hide in fear to the sides.

This phenomenon lasted until Zheng Qi came to the place where Margaret was only two steps away, and there was no more barrier between the two, then he stopped.

Raising her head to look at Zheng Qi, Margaret couldn't help showing a look of confusion.

"Zheng Qi..."

She made a sound.

Although she only called Zheng Qi's name, she accurately expressed her feelings to Zheng Qi.

Fortunately, helpless, grateful, and worried.

"I don't like waiting for others, and naturally I don't like people waiting for me."

Zheng Qi raised the corners of his lips: "So I just came to pick you up."

"...It seems to be causing you trouble."

Margaret smiled.

"It's up to me to say that."

Zheng Qi stood there, turned his head slightly, and looked at the crowd hiding behind him.

As far as the eye can see, no one dares to look at him.

It's as if as long as you meet those eyes, you will suffer some terrible ordeal.

"Let's go, the air here is too bad."

"Ah."

Said, Zheng Qi took the lead, like when he came, strolling in the garden with his hands in his pockets, walking forward along the spacious road that seemed to be guarded by the crowd.

Margaret, on the other hand, didn't look sideways, holding the sword upside down, and followed behind Zheng Qi.

The two of them walked out of the passage in the silence, out of the exhibition hall of the champion wall, and disappeared from everyone's sight under the eyes of everyone.

It wasn't until the backs of Zheng Qi and Margaret were completely out of sight that the condensed air in the exhibition hall of the Champion Wall seemed to resume its flow.

And the people who stood stiffly in place did not move until now.

From whispering, to getting louder, and then to running around, the change happened in just a dozen seconds.

"call……"

The arena staff let out a sigh of relief.

When he came back to his senses, he actually felt that the situation just now was abnormal.