Jiang Ming called out the chosen location without hesitation, as if he had already thought of it before the press conference.
Jiang Zhi groaned. Isn't her childhood friend afraid of being beaten by fans for his blatant and unconcealed behind-the-scenes operations?
After Jiang Ming finished speaking, the host repeated his choice several times: "Section C, Row 23, Seat 26. Section C, Row 23, Seat 26. Who's the lucky audience member? Let our lighting technician shine the light on their seat."
After he finished speaking, a beam of white light suddenly shone on the audience.
A figure immediately appeared on the display screen in the center of the stage.
He was wearing a black suit, black trousers, a black mask, and a black hat. There was almost no other color from head to toe.
He sat there lazily, not surprised or shocked to be chosen by a professional player, everything seemed normal.
The baseball cap covered half of his head, even his eyes were hidden by the brim.
The host clearly hadn't noticed anything. Seeing the indifferent reaction from Jiang Ming's chosen fan, he immediately tried to smooth things over awkwardly: "It seems our LKG fans have a pretty good mental game. They didn't even jump for joy at such a lucky draw. Come on, let Ming Shen continue choosing."
Jiang Ming stood on the stage without saying a word, his eyes fixed on the 'lucky one' who was chosen in the audience.
With the same full armor and the same black camouflage, Jiang Ming couldn't tell for a moment whether it was Jiang Zhi or not.
After staring for a long time, he seemed to have noticed something and frowned, not relaxing for a long time.
When the host handed the microphone to him, he finally realized what was going on and said, "I haven't decided on a second person yet. How about we invite the first lucky winner to the stage and share some thoughts?"
"Mingshen, this is a good idea. Come, let's invite a lucky audience member."
The white light slowly faded away, and Shen Weiqi still sat there calmly.
The slightly chubby boy next to him was excited, as if he was the one who was chosen. He almost jumped up in excitement: "Brother, if I had known earlier, I would have taken your seat. You are so lucky to be able to play games with Mingshen. You must have been blessed for eight lifetimes."
"Do you want this blessing?"
The boy asked, “Is it okay?”
Shen Weiqi patted his shoulders a few times, then stood up and said, "Don't worry, the behind-the-scenes operation will be carried out on your side in a while, just wait."
The boy didn't react to what he meant. He was stunned for a moment and asked, "Can the secret operation be passed on?"
"I guess so."
Shen Weiqi walked onto the stage, his arms hanging naturally, his feet some distance apart, standing on the left side of the host.
As soon as he came on stage, Jiang Ming noticed something was wrong.
Although I haven't seen Jiang Zhi for several years, it's impossible for a girl to grow to over 180 feet tall all of a sudden.
And this figure is obviously a man.
The host didn't notice anything wrong, handed the microphone to Shen Weiqi, and asked: "This fan, you are dressed quite modestly, is it convenient to take off the mask?"
Shen Weiqi: "That's really not very convenient."
The host laughed awkwardly and continued, "A fan with a unique personality, then who is your favorite professional player in the league?"
Shen Weiqi pointed at himself, chuckled, and asked in a drawling tone: "Me?"
"Yeah, there's no one else on our stage."
Shen Weiqi thought about it for a while and asked sincerely: "Is it okay if I'm not a professional player?"
The host laughed awkwardly. "Of course, but it's best if it's a professional player. After all, this is Mingshen's retirement press conference."
The host's meaning was very clear, he was just about to say "Tell me that you like Jiang Ming the most."
Shen Weiqi understood a little bit of the host's crazy hint, but he refused to follow the host's instructions: "Then let's not talk about professional players. It would be bad to ruin Jiang Ming's press conference."
The host's face was full of black lines.
He silently criticized the fan in front of him, who was dressed like a robber, for a long time before asking angrily, "So, which anchor do you like?"
Shen Weiqi laughed: "Then we need to think about this carefully."
The host had long since given up expecting him to be able to name the LKG members; as long as he sounded normal, he could cover up the rest.
Even if it's just a vase anchor, it's fine.
The host forced a forced smile. "Don't worry, take your time to think about it. We all know that Mingshen also loves live streaming. I remember you once used Teemo to solo kill HG's bot lane AD carry, right?"
Jiang Ming was very modest: "Just lucky."
The host continued to praise: "That's also very impressive. After all, HG's bottom lane is also a star bottom lane team in the LCK region."
After exchanging pleasantries with Jiang Ming, the host felt much better and continued to ask Shen Weiqi: "This fan, have you decided which anchor you like?"
Shen Weiqi: "About the same."
"That is..."
"I dominate the world."
host:"……"
The host felt like he was completely evil. He had thought about the possibility that this fan would say something about various anchors, but he never expected that he would suddenly say "I dominate the world" - an existence that is hated by both humans and gods in the e-sports circle.
After five seconds of silence, the audience began to discuss noisily, gradually regaining their vitality.
Zhou Suihe laughed for a while and said, "Fuck you, hahahaha, Chicken God did this on purpose. He knew Jiang Ming wanted to recruit you to the team, and he even said that you are his favorite anchor. Isn't this obviously trying to disgust Ming Shen on purpose! Hahahaha."
"I don't think he wants to disgust Jiang Ming," Jiang Zhi couldn't help laughing. "He wants to piss off the host to death."
The audience gradually lost control, and the host quickly saved the situation: "This fan likes me to dominate the world, which is great."
"Oh?" Shen Weiqi raised his eyebrows and smiled, "How is it good?"
The host silently wiped the sweat off his face.
What's so good about that sprayer?
There's really no good place for that.
But since people have asked, I can't just say nothing.
The host felt like he had suffered a career setback.
After a long pause, he said, "When analyzing the contestants, he speaks frankly and without bias, treating everyone equally. His analysis is absolutely comprehensive and diverse. He is a rare talent."
Jiang Zhi in the audience chuckled.
He was absolutely right. She criticized almost everyone in the professional circle.
Even including some substitute players who only appeared once.
Isn't it just that everyone gets the same treatment?
The host used all the idioms he had learned throughout his life, but Shen Weiqi didn't intend to let him go: "There's more."
And there is a fart!
The host was sweating profusely. "Er Ye has good skills, a straightforward personality, and a temper that insists on speaking his mind. He's quite... quite down-to-earth."
As the host spoke, he wanted to bite off his tongue.
The squid sitting backstage laughed so hard that he slapped his thigh: "Listen, this is human language! Hahahaha, this is a professional host. He can even make a professional troll with no merits become a hot commodity with his eyes closed! Hahaha."
Mu Chongyang, who was sitting next to him, rolled his eyes. "It was all that fan's fault. They had to pick Ming Shen's retirement press conference to cause trouble. Isn't that shameful?"
"Oh, that's not right. It was the host who asked first which esports personality you liked."
Mu Chongyang: "But who would have thought that stupid troll has fans?"
Squid: "Then you still plan to recruit idiots into the team."
Mu Chongyang said quickly: "Don't you guys want to?"
The backstage fell into an eerie silence. Wu Ze and Mu Chongyang looked at each other, as if each other's thoughts were seen through, and no one continued to speak.
After a few seconds of silence, the WTI mid laner next to him silently raised his hand: "Actually, we want to too."
“…”
On the stage, the host wiped his sweat and asked Shen Weiqi to leave.
In the interactive session, each team needs to have a combination of two fans and three e-sports players.
Jiang Ming has already chosen a fan, and there is still one left.
He thought for a moment and said, "Then it's Area C, Row 23, No. 25."
"Hey, the Chicken God chose two neighbors. Can you tell me why?"
Jiang Ming replied, "I think they might be friends, so they should have a good understanding of each other."
"That's a very fitting reason. Let's see who the lucky fan is in row 23, seat 25, section C."
As soon as the host finished speaking, a beam of light was raised again in the audience, shining directly on the slightly plump boy who had exchanged seats with Jiang Zhi.
He stood up in a flash: "Me, me, me? Is it really me?"
"It's you, please come on stage."
After making the wrong choice again, Jiang Ming's smiling face fell, and he felt like he had eaten shit in his heart.
There was no excessive politeness with the host.
After exchanging a few words, he casually pulled two professional players from the same team to sit down.
Shen Weiqi, who had been waiting for them in the soundproof room, was playing with his phone.
Seeing them come in, he raised his head nonchalantly and greeted them symbolically: "Hey, here you are."
The few people who came in were quite polite and nodded one by one as a greeting.
Only Jiang Ming had a gloomy face and sat next to Shen Weiqi.
Shen Weiqi smiled and said, "Mingshen chose wrong twice, how do you feel?"
Jiang Ming glared at him and said, "Thanks to the Chicken God, I'm quite happy."
Shen Weiqi put away his phone: "I don't think so."
"Chicken God? You...you are ITG.Yoke?" The lucky fan from before heard the conversation between the two and asked in disbelief.
"Yeah." Shen Weiqi replied nonchalantly.
The fan suddenly became speechless: "I, I am, I am your fan, can I get an autograph?"
"Okay, after the entertainment game is over, go find He Xiaoxi to take it."
"good!"
Shen Weiqi looked at Jiang Ming and said again: "I don't want to play games with you, why are you doing this? What do you want to do?"
Jiang Ming: "I heard from Jiang Sui that you've been around her quite a lot. What do you want to do?"
"Our team is missing an AD." Shen Weiqi admitted.
"Our team is also missing one."
Shen Weiqi laughed out loud: "Does the league's top AD carry know that he's going to play support?"
Jiang Ming: “…”
After a few seconds, Jiang Ming saw Mu Chongyang standing on the stage and said without turning around, "Chongyang's talent isn't as good as the one we've chosen, and his hero pool is also very limited. But he's lucky. Every time he practices a new hero, it happens to become a strong hero in the meta. So, a lot of the time, when you see him with a deep hero pool, it's actually just an illusion."
Shen Weiqi: "Does this count as leaking trade secrets? Have you come to terms with it and want to join ITG?"
"No," Jiang Ming turned around and looked back at Shen Weiqi, "I want to ask, what do you think is the chance of him picking the one we all have our eyes on?"
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