The audience could clearly see Lu Ming's extraordinary performance, defeating flying chickens one after another, and the sound effects of first blood, double kill, and triple kill appeared...

finally.

Added subtitles - "Play the Flying Chicken God of War!"

Lu Ming:???

Ganli Niang.

Who wants such a damn title?!

The most annoying thing is that at this moment, the wristband communicator vibrated crazily, and all the friends in the communication circle sent congratulatory messages one after another...

"Congratulations to Chairman Lu for being named the God of War. - Minister of Operations."

"Congratulations to President Lu for being named the God of War. - Dean of Education of the First College."

"Congratulations to President Lu for being named the God of War.——President of the Tiandu City Branch of the Array Masters Association."

…

Etc., etc.

Almost all the big guys gave their kind blessings to Lu Ming.

Lu Ming:???

So angry.

Although it was a blessing in name, he still felt a vague sense of schadenfreude.

The most important thing is, don’t scold!

Because I can't beat...

→_→

"director."

Lu Ming replied to the dean, "Are you joining in the fun?"

"Ha ha."

The dean laughed, "Who asked your kid to participate in the activities of the local station~"

"Local station?"

Lu Ming was confused.

"yes."

The dean smiled and said, "Because there are too many preliminary rounds of the Flight Cup, they are held in groups, and the live broadcast media are also scattered, and the one you signed up for is the local station."

"???"

Lu Ming was in a daze.

Yes, is that so?

then.

In a tentative mood, he closed the news channel and opened other channels of the Tiandu City local station, and saw a familiar style of painting...

"Not five thousand! Not ten thousand! Just ninety-nine-eight!"

"My body is weak, it's due to overexertion..."

"Today, we asked Mr. Duan Zhuan from the Ding Xiu Association to tell us what length is..."

"..."

Lu Ming fell silent.

real.

Inexplicable.

He thought of Shandong TV Station, a good friend of the common people...

…

somewhere.

Disciples from some associations were surprised to find that their president seemed to be in a much better mood today, walking with a sway and occasionally humming.

And at this moment.

The liveliest thing is the group of presidents in Tiandu City.

"Hahahaha! He, Lu Ming, is here too!"

"I actually signed up for the group stage of the local station, hahaha. It seems that Lu Ming still doesn't know much about our local customs..."

"LOL."

The presidents were delighted to hear it.

but.

At this time.

One of the presidents suddenly said, "Well, according to the regulations, Lu Ming is now the president of the Sword Card Masters Association, so we should also invite him to join the group..."

brush!

The group fell silent for a moment.

Three seconds later, everything exploded again.

"don't want!"

"What's wrong with you!"

"that is!"

The presidents said one after another.

ah?

The president who made the suggestion looked confused. The rules... aren't these the rules?

Moreover.

The purpose of establishing a group of presidents is to resolve conflicts?

Many times, things that can be solved with just a few words in the group end up causing a lot of trouble. In his opinion, the previous conflicts...

Obviously it was caused by poor communication.

If Lu Ming was in the group, he might not have these troubles.

"Rules are also set by people..."

"Yes, yes, there are still too few members in the Sword Card Master Association, so there is no rush."

"Lu Ming is too young."

The presidents said one after another.

pity.

As the Sword Card Master Association becomes more and more famous, the higher-ups are obviously paying attention to this, so some things are inevitable.

When each president is chatting in the group.

brush!

The group fell silent for a moment.

The group that was lively just now suddenly became quiet.

And a certain president of the Summoners Association, who had been working hard for a long time through voice conversion through the elderly input method, and finally sent it, suddenly sent a long message.

"We all had titles when we were young, Nightmare Mage, Desperate Assassin, etc., but no one has the domineering power of Lu Ming! Hahaha! Why don't we call him the God of War... You tell me, we summoners

How about the association sends a hundred flying chickens to Lu Ming to celebrate? Hahahaha!"

"..."

"Huh? Why don't you talk?"

"..."

"???"

The president of the Summoners Association looked confused.

Then.

Taking a closer look, I was surprised to find a line of small words on his message - 'The group leader invites Lu Ming to join the Tiandu City branch group'.

brush!

The world is peaceful.

…

And at this moment.
To be continued...