The King’s Moment

Chapter 192: Not about you

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The appearance of You Yazhong made it impossible for Xian to calm down for a long time. Although he is not yet one of KPL's biggest names, this is just a university club event. It would be unimaginable for many universities to invite the main player of this professional team. , not to mention that this is the second time for You Yazhong to visit, and the audience is excited with pride.

You Yazhong on the stage was also smiling at this time, waving to the audience frequently, enjoying himself. After all, only in the Tianxuan team, Zhou Jin, the captain of the mid laner, and Zhang Shichi, who is good at shooting, are much more famous than him. Going out with the Tianze team, the applause and cheers are mostly dedicated to these two. You Yazhong, who is only in the second year of his career, does not have many moments to greet everyone's admiration alone.

Seemingly understanding You Yazhong's mood, Su Ge stood aside and was not in a hurry to stop the hustle and bustle of the scene, but followed everyone and applauded You Yazhong. It wasn't until the hustle and bustle of the scene naturally cooled down that he brought the microphone to his mouth again.

"It's rare for us to invite a top professional Yan, so tell us a few words?" Su Ge said.

You Yazhong kept smiling and took the microphone from Su Ge.

"Hello, everyone, I'm You Yazhong." He said, bowed deeply to the audience, and there was applause and screams again. You Yazhong held it for two seconds, then straightened up, and his eyes quickly fell on He Liang, who was sitting in the front row and had already seen him at the table.

He Liang is just a daily staff member of the Student Affairs Office, but because of his former professional status, it is not uncommon for him to be invited by the King's Club to participate in their activities. Because He Yu was in Wave 7, he was not a member of the King's Club, so he and He Liang hadn't had much interaction in this kind of campus activities. Seeing You Yazhong and He Liang on the stage and off the stage, He Yu's heart ached.

Isn't there mixed feelings in Taiyou Asia Center? Once upon a time, he was sitting in the audience like this, sitting and scolding, watching He Liang compete on the field, holding a game, he didn't know how many times he had fantasized about the scene where the roles of the two were switched. But when he was able to go to the sky, He Liang had already completely left the natural selection team and kpl. After all, he hadn't been able to see He Liang on stage like this.

Unexpectedly, this wish that had been buried for many years was realized in such an insignificant campus club activity. Looking at He Liang, You Yazhong kept his smile unchanged, and even became a little more cordial. He waved at He Liang's position and said, "And my senior, hello."

"Huh?" There were bursts of stunned voices from the audience. After all, He Liang is in the past tense, and even those who know his past identity will not pay special attention to it. Hearing You Yazhong's greeting at this time, and seeing He Liang sitting in that direction, many people suddenly remembered, wasn't He Liang the jungler of the natural selection team before? So isn't He Liang's position that You Yazhong is taking over now

Players who have paid more attention to kpl for two years immediately remembered the topic of the natural selection team winning the championship immediately after changing the jungler.

However, it was only He Liang who was embarrassed about this topic, while You Yazhong, who was standing on the stage, was proud of himself. After paying special greetings to He Liang, he began his speech, which was nothing more than being very happy to be invited here, and He Yu in the audience couldn't understand a word.

You Yazhong's condescending greeting was like charity, like pity, a soft knife that pierced people without blood.

He leaned forward and looked at his elder brother He Liang's position. It may be too sideways, and he couldn't see He Liang's expression clearly at this time.

The few words of Yu Yazhong on the stage had already been finished, and Wei Xinran of Team Huarong walked onto the stage gracefully at this time.

"Thanks to our God You Yazhong, I will work hard on you next time." Wei Xinran said after walking over.

"Ah?" You Yazhong, who had just returned the microphone to Su Ge, was stunned.

"Don't the God of Yazhong know that our President Su Ge is the captain of one of the two teams that will compete for the championship next. He is going to go into battle, so the position of our guest commentator is vacant. No If you know if you have this honor, you can ask Yazhong God to help explain this game!" Wei Xinran said.

"Ao, I'm afraid I can't say it well." You Yazhong said.

"If I hear you right, the Great God of Yazhong has agreed, right?" Wei Xinran said with a smile.

"Let me try." You Yazhong looked helpless.

"Thanks to God Yazhong, President, you can go to work." Wei Xinran said while pretending to be disgusted and began to drive Su Ge away. Amid the laughter, Su Ge returned the microphone to Su Yazhong, and stood aside with a smile.

"Then, without further ado, let's invite our two teams from the inter-school league finals to come on stage." After Wei Xinran finished speaking, You Yazhong and Su Ge took the lead in applauding together, and the four members of Suger team got up immediately , walked towards the stage ∷7 The four of them looked at each other in blank dismay at this moment, they were about to go on stage, yet Mo Xian still didn't see anyone.

"What should I do? What should I do?" Zhou Mo was so nervous that he could speak incoherently.

"Let's talk on stage first." Gao Ge said, taking the lead to stand up.

"Maybe on the way." He Yu said.

"Can you call and ask?" Zhou Mo's eyes were almost begging, He Yu nodded, and was about to dial the phone, when Zhu Jiayin, who was standing up, had already got on the phone: "Hello? Don't you envy? I Good news, the game is about to start, why haven't you come yet?"

"Oh? On the way?"

"Okay, let's go."

After finishing a few sentences, he looked at He Yu and Zhou Mo with contempt: "When is it, I'm still moaning."

"Look, I just said I'm on the way?" He Yu said to Zhou Mo with an expression that I knew.

Zhou Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief this time. It's easy to handle as long as you come, and it's easy to explain if you are a few minutes late.

Afterwards, the four of them walked onto the stage, and the number of people watching them on and off the stage naturally became amazed.

"Why is there only four Yan in this team?" You Yazhong asked in surprise. The previous speeches, including Wei Xinran's invitation to be a guest commentator, were all discussed off-stage. But there were only four people in the first team, so he didn't know what kind of link this was, so he subconsciously asked curiously.

The audience in the audience also didn't know what to do, only Zhao Jinran stood up in a corner of the auditorium, rolled up his sleeves and said: "It seems that it's time for me to make my debut."

After finishing speaking, he began to switch places with the people beside him and walked out, and the explanation given by Gao Ge from Lang 7 was also heard on the stage: "There is another one who is on his way."

"Did you hear that? It's about me, please let me go." Zhao Jinran took advantage of the situation and said to the person blocking him.

For a while, many people looked at him, and the people standing on the stage could see it more clearly. Zhou Mo did not know what to say, but Gao Ge grabbed the microphone and said to Quan Chubu, "Didn't Zhao Jinran say that?" You, you sit down."

"Ah, didn't you mean me?" Zhao Jinran heard it, and subconsciously talked to Gao Ge. Naturally, the voice couldn't reach the stage, but his footsteps finally stopped.

There was a lot of laughter around, but Zhao Jinran didn't show any timidity at all. He returned to his seat, sat down and wiped his sweat with relief, and said loudly: "So they didn't want me to go, it seems that they want Suger to lose more slowly. It's really bad."

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