"May I ask when Ms. Qiaolan's funeral will be held, will you invite Xia Yihui to enter the venue to mourn?"
"Is it true that the rumor in the industry that Qiao Lan was once taken care of by Kim?"
"After such a thing happened, do you think you and Young Master Zhang still have a chance?"
"Sorry, Ma Lianshan has run out of questions here, let's go to the next celebrity."
Ma Lianshan was escorted by a group of bodyguards to the audience. The reporters wanted to stop him, but when they saw Ma Lianshan's haggard look, they couldn't help but pause in their hearts. In a daze, they couldn't see Ma Lianshan in a blink of an eye.
The reporters whispered, "Don't worry, the next one to be interviewed is Xia Yihui. Then we'll see if he can come up with strong evidence to make a comeback. If he can't make a comeback... Hahaha, we've got a bonus for this month!"
Hearing the undisguised discussions of the reporters behind him, Ma Lianshan was a little giddy.
Comeback? How to make a comeback? He came up today with the purpose of killing Xia Yihui.
Offending Xia once in the roulette, maybe the third murderer Ye Xia will come back to kill him once. In order to avoid such a situation, he can only kill the other party in one fell swoop in the dungeon plot.
There was a vicious smile on the corner of Ma Lianshan's lips, and when he caught a glimpse of the flashlight from the corner of his eye, the smile disappeared instantly, and turned into a look of grief.
The bodyguard next to him was originally Qiao Lan's subordinate, but later he followed Ma Lianshan, and he could be considered to have watched Ma Lianshan grow up.
The old master is dead, and the young master is still being bullied to this point. The bodyguard was furious, and only comforted loudly: "I heard that Xia Yihui just asked Yin Wei to have a private conversation. They can't make trouble. Shan Shan Don't be afraid, you have uncle to protect you, uncle annoys those treacherous people the most in his life."
Ma Lianshan nodded gratefully: "Thank you uncle, Shanshan is not afraid, you are with me."
As the two were talking, it happened that three people turned around from the opposite corner.
When enemies meet, they are extremely jealous.
The bodyguard immediately stopped Ma Lianshan behind him, and looked at Xia Yihui and the three of them with disgusted eyes.
The 1.9-meter tall man stood in the middle aisle, blocking the middle like a wall.
Xia Yihui frowned and said, "Excuse me." He was in a hurry, so he didn't have time to waste here.
The bodyguard looked sullenly at Xia Yihui vigilantly.
Yin Wei, Li Bier and Xia Yihui walked side by side, they looked at each other, and they both saw helplessness in each other's eyes.
It was Ma Lianshan who tugged at the corner of the bodyguard's clothes, and said softly, "Uncle, it's fine. This is outside, brother Xia dare not do anything to me."
The bodyguard was furious and said loudly: "Did he do something to you in a place where no one was around?!"
With a strong body, the voice he yelled was extraordinarily thick, and it penetrated the entire corridor in one go. The few people who were close almost felt their tinnitus.
Not far away, the insiders who secretly glanced at this side were whispering, and some meddlesome people secretly took out their mobile phones and took a few photos as evidence.
Xia Yihui's voice was quiet, but his cold face was particularly eye-catching. He didn't bother to waste his words, and directly yelled: "Get out."
I'm used to seeing Xia Yihui's wicked smile, but at first glance, his honest appearance is still strange.
But everyone didn't find it strange that people in the entertainment industry had two faces, talking nonsense when they saw others.
Usually when they saw Xia once, Zhang Qingyu was usually next to him. In front of the benefactor, Xia Yihui naturally wanted to show the appearance of a small bird and a person.
Now that the benefactor is not here, and the person in front of him is Ma Lianshan, the most unsightly competitor, thinking about it this way, it's not surprising that Xia Yi has a cold face.
"If you do such a thing, you still have the face to let us go!" The bodyguard took two steps forward angrily, shaking his fist.
Yin Wei, who was beside her, screamed in fright, and dodged away with a pale face.
The crowd not far away also exclaimed, and subconsciously took two steps forward, wanting to get closer so that they could watch the fun.
Li Bier froze in place, unable to make any reaction for a while.
It's over, once Xia's small arms and legs get punched by the bodyguard, he might not know where he will go. Li Bier thought to himself, he was going on stage to clarify, and when the media saw Xia Yihui's face was hurt, maybe how to arrange them.
He couldn't bear to turn his head away, and didn't want to see Xia once.
One second, two seconds... There was no scream.
Um? what happened
Li Bier tilted his head in doubt, but saw a strange scene.
The bodyguard's fist was aimed straight at Xia Yihui, but now it stopped two centimeters away from the tip of Xia Yihui's nose. If there was no other resistance, this punch should have hit Xia Yihui's nose directly, causing him to fall to the side.
Before the npc's time flow returned to normal, Xia Yihui grabbed the bodyguard's arm with his backhand, dodged to the side, and directly knocked down the bodyguard with this momentum.
Although Li Bier could see clearly from the side, the people eating melons and Ma Lianshan not far away did not see the whole picture.
From their point of view, it was the bodyguard who was like a cow first, and hit Xia without hesitation. Immediately afterwards, maybe Xia Yihui said something, and the bodyguard froze in place, motionless.
About three seconds later, the bodyguard regained his composure, but became even angrier, and his momentum did not decrease at all. Xia Yihui grabbed his arm and dodged quickly. When his long leg tripped, the bodyguard fell to the ground.
Ma Lianshan took two steps back in fear, and looked at Xia Yihui with horror on his face.
On the one hand, it is to put on a show and win the sympathy of the onlookers.
On the other hand, he was really a little scared. I have heard from the barrage in the live broadcast room that several star players have been included in their werewolf killing dungeon. Many of them are people who shine in the arena on campus, and Xia Yihui is one of them.
In Ma Lianshan's view, surviving in the environment of the campus arena does not rely on brains at all.
Either it is shameless to hug the thigh, or it depends on one's own strength and skills.
Originally, Ma Lianshan thought that Xia Yi was going to hug his thighs, but looking at it now, he wished he could slap himself directly.
—Is he mentally retarded? ! Which fucking thigh-hugger is also a star player? Xia Yihui must have some advantages!
No matter what aspect he is outstanding in, at this moment Ma Lianshan dare not provoke Xia Yi in the open again.
He didn't dare to act, but he still dared to provoke Ma Lianshan with words. He swallowed, and a miserable smile appeared on his lips, which looked like a campus bullying incident from a distance.
And Xia Yihui is the king of children, the one who takes the lead in bullying others.
The melon-eating crowd not far away saw this scene, and their minds, which had been amazed by Xia Yihui's skills, completely stopped.
— No matter how beautiful your skills are, if you are doing bullying, it is nothing to look at, it is just hiding dirt.
If these people could hear what Ma Lianshan said at this time, they would definitely not think so.
Too bad they couldn't hear it.
"Xiayi, I have wronged you." Ma Lianshan approached Xia once, and the bodyguards were wailing, but he didn't even look away, and just continued: "I am a god, and protecting the gods is the best policy. Sacrifice It doesn't matter to you. Anyway, everyone is fighting for the final victory for the werewolf, isn't it?"
Xia Yi looked at Ma Lianshan, with a mocking smile on his lips, "What kind of god are you?"
Li Bier is a prophet, Qiao Fei is a hunter, he is a witch, and the three gods are all together. Where did this new god come from
Ma Lianshan didn't know what Xia Yi was thinking, so he replied without changing his face, "Of course it's a witch."
Xia Yihui laughed, noncommittal.
…
The press conference was in a mess, and all the media wanted to grab the best position, so they almost broke their heads and blood.
"The second round of the press conference has begun, and the live broadcast team is in place! Microphone audition, who is on the H6, remember to tune not to overexpose!"
"Don't squeeze! Don't squeeze! This is the fucking position of our station, why are you squeezing?"
"Who stipulated that your station has to be the C position to shoot, we each rely on our own ability! Damn, how many years has it been since the Hundred Flowers Film Festival produced such a shocking melon, no one wants to grab this position!"
The on-site director in charge of the live broadcast was overwhelmed. The media had gone crazy. In order to seize the position, they just dropped several devices. These are all the best equipment in the station. If you drop a hundred thousand and start, which station has such energy consumption.
The most quarreling media outlets have been thrown out of the glass door by the person in charge, and those media people were surrounded by fans as soon as they went out.
Some are Qiao Lan's fans, and some are Ma Lianshan's. Of course, there are also fans of Yin Wei and Xia Yihui. But at this moment, the fans of the two didn't dare to get together in one place at all, so they had to be scattered in various places, and they didn't even dare to report their family names.
"The live broadcast is not ready yet? The press conference is about to start." A magnetic and pleasant male voice came from beside my ears.
The on-site director was in a state of desperation, and could only deal with it irritably: "Xiayi hasn't come yet, why are you so anxious? He should be the one who is so anxious now."
"For what reason, the live broadcast cannot start?" the voice continued.
"The wire of the microphone is always being stepped on, and the sound of electric current is intermittent when it is received from the H6. How can this ghost look like a live broadcast..." Halfway through the talk, the director realized that the voice was a bit familiar.
He turned around in surprise, only to see Xia Yihui with a relaxed smile on his face. Yin Wei and Li Bier followed closely behind the latter, both of them had pale faces, obviously frightened by the apocalyptic scene in front of them.
Xia Yi patted the director on the shoulder and said comfortingly, "Can't the microphone cable be wrapped around the microphone? I'll just pick up the microphone when the time comes."
"Yes, yes..." The director glanced at Xia Yihui hesitantly, before hesitating to speak.
Xia Yihui said patiently, "Any more questions?"
The director paused, full of doubts but unable to speak.
It's a big problem! Now that Xia Yihui was at a disadvantage, no matter what he said, he would be regarded as sophistry. If this scene was broadcast live, it would only make his situation worse.
If it is not possible to broadcast live, then outsiders can only learn about the situation from the after-the-fact report, which will definitely do more good than harm for Xia Yihui.
But... There's something wrong with Xia Yihui's positive attitude. How can anyone be so keen on pushing himself into the fire pit
The director didn't think for too long, and finally made up his mind to pick up the walkie-talkie in his hand, "Every department is ready, now you can switch to the live broadcast, and Xia Yihui has already entered the venue."
After the microphone cable was wound, Xia Yihui took the microphone and walked up to the backstage curtain.
It was obviously a very dangerous situation, but he came out with a kind of comfort like visiting his own back garden.
Looking at his back, the director sighed and shook his head, "Such a stupid child must have been tricked. The bosses fought openly and secretly, and pulled Xia Yihui out as a victim. It's a pity."
Xia Yi only showed half of his body, and the piercing eyes of various media immediately spotted him, and they all shouted frantically.
"Ah, Xia Yihui! It's Xia Yihui!"
"Has the second round of press conference started yet?"
"Don't squeeze me! Do you know how expensive this video camera is on my shoulder?"
"It doesn't matter how expensive you are, if you get the best position, the bonus in the station will be enough to buy you ten cameras!"
The flash clicked and clicked, and the inside of the building was as bright as day.
As soon as they saw the commotion inside, the fans outside immediately swarmed up and slammed on the glass door of the building frantically.
The lock on the top of the glass door was rattled by the shock, and it was overwhelmed. It would fall down in the next second and hit the ground.
Fortunately, the glass of the building is bullet-proof glass, so he can only be in his position for the time being, but it may not be certain after a long time.
The fighting power of crazy black fans is comparable to that of fighter jets in airplanes. Not to mention a glass door in front of them, even a whole building, as long as they are given enough time, they can trample it into ruins.
Many fans who couldn't squeeze into the inner circle took out their mobile phones, stared at the screen of the mobile phone and cursed frantically, as if the people on the mobile phone were killing their father and enemy.
"The interview starts now, everyone come one by one, don't mess up." The director tried to dissuade him, but it was of no use at all. The entertainment journalists on the scene seemed to be crazy, and they swarmed up and surrounded the audience.
Someone even climbed up the stage like a mad dog. If the bodyguards hadn't stopped him, he might have climbed up on the stage and put the microphone in Xia Yihui's mouth.
"Don't mess up." Xia Yihui's voice reached everyone's ears through the microphone, "Be quiet."
Inexplicably, everyone felt their minds cleared. It felt like a sedative shot straight into my head, and the haze of the day finally eased.
Seeing that the situation on the scene was under control, the on-site director was taken aback, and quickly winked at the live broadcast team.
The person in charge of the camera nodded, and immediately adjusted the machine to try to capture the clearest picture.
The flashing lights made people's eyes hard to open, and they didn't know how Ma Lianshan insisted on fighting on the front line in such an environment, sparing no effort to discredit him.
Thinking of this, Xia Yihui narrowed his eyes and said, "Which machine should I look at?"
"Look this way! This seat!"
"Get out, Xia Yi, look at this side, this is the host seat!"
"I'm going to your mother's main seat! Look over here!"
Xia Yi paused for a moment, "Then I'll just look at the C camera, is this the live broadcast camera?"
No one answered Xia Yihui, and everyone's focus was not here.
"Xia Yihui, do you agree with what Ma Lianshan said?"
"Did you and Zhang Qingyu really have a money and physical transaction? Did Zhang Qingyu enter the crew for you in this award-winning play? What price did you pay for it?"
"When Qiaolan sent you those two text messages, what were you doing? Why didn't you go see her?"
"Do you think Qiao Lan was forced to death by you? Or is there something hidden behind her death?"
Xia Yihui calmly said: "I don't agree, there is no money transaction, I don't want to see you, I didn't force you... Do you have any other questions?"
The scene was completely silent, and for a while, everyone was a little overwhelmed.
I have seen a lot of special official words from celebrities, but this is the first time I have seen such straightforward and unaffected words.
But this is not a problem, Xia Yi has to produce evidence to prove what he said.
Just as the media were about to continue to ask questions, there was a piercing electric current, which made people's eardrums extremely painful.
After the sound of the electric current disappeared, a choked roar came, "If you hadn't seduced Li Bier, how could he have moved on? How could sister Qiao Lan be so heartbroken that she committed suicide! You are a sinner, a sinner!"
The microphone transmitted the sound, but they couldn't find the source of the sound, so they had to look at each other and stopped asking questions.
Xia Yihui did see the little girl holding a microphone.
The girl wore a medical mask on her chin, and her big black-framed sunglasses blocked half of her face. She also wore a black wool cap on her head, and an ankle-length windbreaker that wrapped her thin body, and a taupe turban wrapped around her head.
Even if it was wrapped like this, Xia Yihui recognized Yuanyuan at a glance.
The on-site director had the same sharp eyes as Xia Yihui. He panicked and shouted over there: "How did the security do it? Who let this woman in? How did she get into the venue without a work card!"
Yuanyuan pulled off the scarf on his face, without any fear, he faced Xia directly, as if waiting for his response.
Xia turned his gaze over Yuanyuan, and happened to see the ponytail standing behind Yuanyuan. The ponytail was reprimanded, not only did not take Yuanyuan away in fear and fear, but even provocatively raised the middle finger to Xia once, with a look full of embarrassment.
It goes without saying who let it in, Xia Yihui thought that these npcs would really trip him up.
Generally, fans who make such blatant disturbances will definitely be fleshed out afterwards, whether they are posted on Weibo or their personal information is exposed, it will always interfere with daily life.
And Yuanyuan obviously came prepared today. So fully armed, you don't have to worry about being photographed, because no one will recognize her.
"There's no need to pull her out. Today's questions are open to all comers. It's just a matter of solving all the problems." Xia Yi shrugged.
As soon as the words fell, many people under the stage showed incredible expressions.
All problems solved? I'm afraid Xia Yihui is not crazy. In the eyes of these people, he may not be able to solve any of these problems.
There were bursts of ear-piercing laughter outside the glass, as if everyone was mocking Xia Yihui's overreaching.
Xia Yihui ignored these mocking gazes at all, and said directly: "When it comes to the matter of empathy, I think a different person should talk about it."
Change someone? who? Isn't the second round of press conference Xia Yihui's home field
This is a question that many people are wondering.
When they saw Li Beer walking up the stage slowly, wearing a suit and leather shoes, everyone suddenly realized.
It turned out to be him.
What about another person? It's not like changing someone to be ridiculed by the crowd...
Everyone didn't take it seriously, they only said that Xia Yi was dying.
On the other hand, Li Beer is like a western gentleman who came out of the old era, and his gestures and gestures reveal a graceful demeanor.
Others couldn't see it, but Xia Yihui, who was closer, could see it clearly. The hair behind Li Bier's ears was already soaked with sweat, obviously nervous to the extreme.
Xia Yi smiled at him and said in a low voice, "Don't be nervous, everything is going according to plan, have you memorized all the lines for you?"
Li Bier nodded stiffly, and stepped forward a few steps, "Before questioning me, here is a video file, I hope everyone can watch it before asking questions."
His Chinese is still not proficient, and his accent sounds a bit strange, but the meaning can still be understood in general.
People in the media curled their lips indifferently. Let alone just a video, even if the Jade Emperor is on the Internet, he will not be able to recover from this situation.
A reporter in a denim jacket secretly sent a message to the station, and now he can start drafting the manuscript. Anyway, Xia can't be rescued here once, but he scolded fiercely, that's right!
The information was successfully sent with a beep, and the video was also displayed on the display screen behind the building at this time.
Walking on the red carpet before, the stars are shining, and the screen of the live broadcast is a place that countless stars want to be on. But now, there is only a candid perspective video with poor pixels on the screen.
As soon as they saw the two people appearing on the screen, there were bursts of exclamations in the venue.
Countless people picked up their cameras and pointed their lenses at the big screen. The reporters who had been sluggish all of a sudden came to their senses, their mouths wide open, their faces full of shock.
The flashes flickered non-stop, blindingly.
The reporter in the denim jacket was stunned for a moment, the phone fell to the ground with a 'snap' without holding onto it, and he suddenly came back to his senses, squatting down to find the phone.
The crowd stepped on it, and the denim-jacketed reporter's hands were covered in bruises, but he obviously couldn't care less.
Enduring the pain, he hurriedly typed a sentence.
— don't write! Don't write yet! Things are turning around!