My elf is so mean

Zhou Yuan got up early, and after eating the breakfast prepared by the hotel, he walked to the Mercedes Cultural Center.

"In the end, I still don't know if I can change the elves."

Zhou Yuan scratched his head, he still couldn't get the answer from Dr. Dashi last night.

"Forget it, I'll ask the staff later."

At the Mercedes Cultural Center, before the start of the race, high school trainers from all over the world gathered here.

It can be said that there is a lot of traffic and a lot of people.

The trainers were discussing quietly, and they would nod to each other if they knew each other.

What's more, they will even release their own elves to show off.

Reporters from various TV stations also grabbed a high school trainer for interviews from time to time and asked them about their predictions for their performance in this competition.

If you are shy, you can talk about experience and just go for it.

Arrogantly, he directly points his sword at the champion.

Zhou Yuan was also caught by reporters halfway.

"Hello, can I use you for a few minutes to interview you?"

The reporter took the microphone and pointed it at Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan refused directly: "Sorry, I can't."

After saying that, Zhou Yuan turned around and left.

The reporter never expected that some students would actually refuse to be interviewed.

"why?"

The reporter instinctively felt that this person might have a story.

If you want to say why, it's the reporter's intuition.

It is said that the strongest journalist is Wallace from the United States. He is a very intuitive reporter. I remember that he even had a pleasant conversation with a certain Chinese leader back then.

Huang Peng, who regarded Wallace as his idol, was determined to become a great reporter like Wallace.

He felt that there was something he could dig out of Zhou Yuan.

"Why did you refuse the interview? Don't you have confidence in this game?"

Zhou Yuan didn't bother to pay attention to these reporters at all, otherwise he wouldn't have avoided them after winning the special prize for his paper.

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Zhou Yuan directly waved his hand to block the lens.

This action allowed Huang Peng to directly confirm his inner thoughts.

"I don't think you feel unconfident. The way you look seems a little familiar to me."

Zhou Yuan ignored him and went directly to the backstage.

Huang Peng felt that the more the other party ignored him, the more inside information he must have.

Huang Peng waved to the camera: "Let's go! Follow us quickly!"

Zhou Yuan originally thought that if he ignored the reporter, the reporter would find someone else, but he didn't expect that he would follow him all the way.

"No, what on earth do you want to do? If you want to interview, there will be contestants nearby. You can interview as you like. Why are you staring at me?"

Zhou Yuan was a little angry and even wanted to use karate to deal with them.

Huang Peng's mind was running rapidly. He thought that the other party was around the third year of high school. So what's the news recently?

This thought reminded me of the news reports from the past few days.

The champion team of the East China regional team competition, and the real headline "Dr. Oishi came to express his desire to become a disciple".

"I remembered!"

Huang Peng's voice was so loud that other trainers in the background turned to look over.

"You are the champion of the East China team competition. Dr. Oishi rushed to the competition venue to compete with Wang Erlong, director of the Zhejiang Provincial Scientific Research Bureau, as a disciple. The genius trainer and genius researcher, Zhou Yuan!"

Zhou Yuan did not expect that he would have so many titles.

No, if this reporter yelled like that, wouldn't he have exposed my identity?

Sure enough, after Huang Peng finished shouting, the backstage was filled with whispers from contestants.

"What, that person is the genius trainer who is favored by Dr. Oishi?"

"From what I saw, he was just ordinary. He just had a handsome face."

"Haha, the champion of the team competition? Are there any good trainers who can participate in the team competition?"

"Your name is Zhou Yuan?"

"Watch me go on stage, won't I beat him to the point of calling him mom?"

"This man is really a very good stone. I want to step on him and become famous."

Zhou Yuan secretly said bad, he didn't expect this would cause such a big commotion.

After finishing whispering, some hot-tempered contestants walked over directly.

"Is this Zhou Yuanfa?"

The speaker was a local student from Shanghai Magic City. He was wearing very exaggerated fashion brand clothes and his hair was dyed with colorful highlights.

"Ala tell Nong, Nong is not worthy of being favored by Dr. Oishi. As for Nong, a little red guy who ran to participate in the team competition, Aala will let you know that singles competition is not a place for Nong!"

Although Zhou Yuan could understand what the other party said, the other party had no good intentions and directly choked him: "You can learn Mandarin well before you talk to me. Do you have shit in your mouth? You can't speak clearly."

This time, it hurt the hearts of the local students in Shanghai.

In Shanghai, the locals all speak dialects of each other, and they are proud of them.

As a result, when they speak Mandarin, they have a very strong accent.

People from outside really don’t understand much.

"Little red guy, I'm looking for death!"

The local student from the Magic City raised his hand and was about to hit Zhou Yuan.

Moreover, he came prepared.

The next step is a left kick, a right whip kick, and a left jab.

However, Zhou Yuan blocked them all. Moreover, after Zhou Yuan blocked him, he naturally used traditional kung fu to the point where he put his right fist on his nose and did not hit him.

But the other party was not convinced and even attacked Zhou Yuan, an 18-year-old comrade without any sense of martial ethics.

Is this good?

This is not good!

So, Zhou Yuan punched hard and broke the opponent's nose with one punch.

"ah!"

A local student in Shanghai covered his nose and shouted in pain: "Little Chi, you dare to hit me!"

At this moment, a person next to him stepped forward and helped the local student from Shanghai.

The man had a flat head and a fierce look, and his tendons could be seen through his tight clothes.

"You dare to hit someone?" The man scolded Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan shrugged indifferently: "Haha, he was obviously the one who started the attack. Why, do you plan to bully the minority with more people?"

There was a trace of anger flashing in the man's eyes.

"When I look at your boxing style, do you follow neon karate? At such a young age, you don't learn the orthodox martial arts methods of China, and you actually follow foreign boxing methods. It seems that Dr. Oishi sometimes sees the wrong way."

When the other party mentioned Dr. Oishi, Zhou Yuan knew that he could not say the wrong thing and hurt Dr. Oishi's face.

"It's one thing after another. I only practice boxing to strengthen my body, not to bully the weak like you claim to learn traditional Chinese martial arts. If you practice martial arts without cultivating martial ethics, don't give it to the Chinese nation.

Shame on martial arts!”

"You're a sharp-tongued kid. Let's judge. Who made the move first?" The boy with a flat head looked at the others.

The others immediately united with him and spoke one after another.

"It was Zhou Yuan who beat people first, I can testify."

"I can also testify that this classmate was talking in the past, but this country bumpkin actually hit him first."

"You are so brave. You dare to bully the weak here just because of Dr. Oishi's respect."

"Dr. Oishi is so blind that he would take such a fancy to such a person!"

Zhou Yuan didn't understand why these people were telling lies with their eyes open.

I don't know why these people are so malicious towards me.

Huang Peng looked excited. He waved to the camera and whispered: "Take pictures of everything here. We may make big news!"