"Yeye, Yeye!"

"Sen Emperor!"

...

The shouts of two names cut through the air.

Lin Nantian froze immediately, and the words of thanks got stuck in his throat.

The reporters who had already planned the topic of "Super Lin appeared and was enthusiastically sought after" in their minds couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

But, this is not over yet.

The next second, the group of people who stood up moved together again.

The huge banner was pulled apart in public.

The slogan sounded suddenly.

"Strike late at night and become king at a high speed!!!"

The neat shouts echoed, and the audience was attracted by the audience.

The Longteng Convoy and the reporters turned around in the voice and finally saw the real protagonist who was welcomed by the slit.

Surrounded by a group of technicians, the "teenager" and the man came into sight.

The latter walked outside and walked slowly, with a distinctive demeanor while walking.

It’s just that the aura is full of oppression and makes people dare not look at it directly.

Even at this time, when I unexpectedly saw a group of fans in a foreign country, the man just nodded lightly.

However, even if it is only that, a group of fans are very excited.

As for the other person...

When receiving the support, the "teenager" was holding a cup of sweet beans.

At that moment, "he" bit the straw and looked at it. His dark eyes were first covered with a bit of surprise, and then he immediately put down his cup and curled his lips.

In front of everyone, the "teenager" smiled brightly, opened and closed his thin lips and spit out two words.

That's the Chinese "thank you".

The screams became even louder in an instant.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"No thanks, no thanks! Every night, welcome home!"

...

Lin Nantian's face couldn't help but turn a little darker.

But at this time, the critical strike started again—

A group of foreigners suddenly stood up on the other side of the audience, waved the small flag with the Morton Convoy logo, and called the names of the two in English.

It is not difficult to see that this group of foreign fans who traveled to China with Morton's team. At this time, perhaps seeing the support from China, so they couldn't wait to get up.

For a time, its voice even overshadowed the Chinese fans at home.

Seeing this, the latter side was also anxious.

So even greater shouts erupted from domestic fans/brothers, confronting each other.

Foreign fans glared and then increased the volume.

Chinese fans continued to scream.

This goes on and on.

Gradually, many passers-by also joined in the fun and shouted.

It made it look like a meeting with Morton team, and the rest of the contestants became background boards.

Finally, even a group of media surrounded him, and a reporter enthusiastically handed Yan Wu a microphone.

The "Young" Lord nodded and thanked him, gave the tofu to the man beside him, looked around the audience, raised his hand and pressed him down.

When the fans who were cheering couldn't help but calm down when they touched those dark eyes.

"Thank you everyone." The "Young man" said, putting his slender fingers on his thin lips and whispered softly.

"But... take a break first and use the remaining screams on the field, okay?"

The lowered voice was lazy and magnetic, and the smiling tone was even more unconsciously flirting.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The boiling scream suddenly opened in the chest of many fans, but when they were about to rush out of their throats, they were stuck again with difficulty due to the instructions of the "teenager".

The two teams were fighting each other and nodded wildly.

Yan Wu put down her hand with satisfaction and returned the microphone to the reporter.

"Let's go." The man who had not spoken finally spoke out, glanced at him and signaled his subordinates to suppress the media they were going to interview.

Then, he put the sweet tofu in his hand back into the "teenager"'s hand, turned sideways, and held the latter's wrist in a protective posture.

The "Young" Lord God who took back the sweet bean flower followed obediently.

As the two of them were about to enter the stadium, a female voice suddenly rang.
Chapter completed!