Rebirth: National Crown Prince

The main person to be interviewed today is obviously Wan Zexi.

As the crown prince of the Wan family, it was more than enough for her to be interviewed by these media. Her eyebrows were cold, her hands were in her pockets, and she answered the reporters' questions with ease.

The young man on the screen spoke well, behaved elegantly, and had a noble temperament, which made many girls watching the live broadcast blush, and the brave ones held their faces and screamed.

Zhao Xin has a nymphomaniacal face, and her Wan Ye is handsome no matter how handsome she is. She originally just climbed a wall, but she can't find her way back, what should she do?

But Wan Ye is so good, it’s not a bad idea to be a fan of such a person!

So Zhao Xin was trapped in the youth circle, fell into the pit and never climbed out again.

Xingyao over there is already on his way back to the hotel.

The interview over there just ended, and the interview over here is still going on.

The interviewer was Xu Yang, the captain of the CQ team who also attracted much attention in this competition.

"Captain Xu, are you confident that CQ will win the championship this time? I heard that Xingyao also participated this time and just defeated Feiye." The reporter asked.

Xu Yang looked unpredictable, "Xingyao is my favorite opponent. We, CQ, will go all out in this competition."

"Then I don't know that Captain Xu is also optimistic about Xingyao and others besides Chu Jun?"

Xu Yang: "...So what's the use of my optimism? Your question has no technical content at all."

Reporter: "..." Well, she was speechless.

Xu Yang can be compared with Chu Jun, which is enough to show that his strength is not inferior to Chu Jun. Xu Yang once defeated Chu Jun once. Although he only barely won, it was enough to make him famous.

"Captain, you are still as venomous as ever!" Bai Qing laughed.

"Yes." Xu Yang responded, his eyes falling on the replay video of today's Xingyao PK Feiye, a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes.

The word "Xingyao" still sounds as disgusting to him as ever! he thought to himself.

***

"Boss, people are already here."

Mao Qian turned off the live broadcast of the game replay, "Let him in!"

"Mr. Mao."

"Xu Yang." Mao Qian sat down directly on the sofa, looking at the young man in front of him with a condescending look.

"You CQ must win this competition for me. No matter what means you use, you cannot give Xingyao a chance to stand up again."

Xu Yang was silent for a moment, "Don't worry, Mr. Mao, our CQ will win."

There was a hint of gloom in Mao Qian's eyes, "I will only give you one chance. Teams like Xingyao that have no use value should have been eliminated long ago."

Whenever he thinks of how he once tried to please Mo Shang with a smile on his face, but the other party didn't appreciate it, he hates Xingyao so much.

***

"Captain..." Looking at Chu Jun who locked himself in the room as soon as he came back, Runyue whispered: "Is he okay?"

Chu Yan shook her head.

Gu Rou said: "Don't disturb him. He is in a bad mood. He should be training in the room now."

When it comes to who knows Chu Jun best, it’s not Chu Yan or Chu Jun’s parents, but Gu Rou. Having grown up together, she knows some of Chu Jun’s habits best.

In fact, this is indeed the case. Chu Jun in the room is playing games online.

Chu Jun's expression was calm, without any sign of being angry about today's events, but only Chu Jun knew what he was thinking.

He thought of that person again.

Yi Shuihan once found him at the end of the game and said to him: "Chu Jun, although I have always admired your strength and perseverance, have you ever discovered that the style you are playing now is not at all the best?" belongs to you."

Chu Jun narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing.

Yi Shuihan continued: "Mo Shang's style of play is not suitable for you at all. You should find your own style of play, Mr. Chu."

Your own way of playing...

Chu Jun stopped working with his fingers, leaned his back back, raised his chin, and looked at the ceiling with a somewhat absent-minded look.