What if I can't continue with the interview?
I'm waiting online, urgent!
Of course, Big Wave could only keep his words to himself. He had to maintain a smile on his face.
'How annoying!'
Liu Zilang's words made some of the players and casters feel a little depressed.
But for the more unrestrained European and American audience, it was no different from dry vegetables on fire, igniting at the slightest spark.
In the blink of an eye, the Western audience became even more unrestrained!
After the cheers from the audience stopped for a moment, Big Wave took a deep breath and calmed himself down.
Liu Zilang looked straight ahead.
A smile returned to Big Wave's face as he held the microphone and said, "What a strong and confident player. No wonder you're the most valuable player today. Now, our next question is, do you have anything to say to the fans who have been supporting you since the beginning of the PUBG competition when you win the 'Strongest Solo King' trophy?"
Faced with such a long speech, the translator who had just "lost his job" consciously took two steps back.
Liu Zilang, on the other hand, was not afraid at all. He smiled elegantly. "Actually, I'm more pleased than grateful."
'Meow meow meow?'
Everyone was stunned when they heard him.
"I'm pleased that everyone has such foresight to choose me out of so many players to support me."
"Thank you, everyone!"
After saying that, Liu Zilang solemnly bowed to the audience with the help of his crutches.
Hearing this, the bullet screen in the live stream exploded!
"Wow!
This guy is too shameless! "
"I suspect that you're pretending, and the evidence is conclusive!"
"Hey!
Someone's pretending, the situation is getting out of control. "
"I suggest the military kill him!
I repeat!
We don't want anyone alive!
Don't let anyone live! "
“.....”
The Chinese audience's eyes twitched. However, after the translator on the stage translated, the Western audience became excited again. The atmosphere was high, and many people were waving their hands in excitement.
Liu Zilang's confident and narcissistic words were unintentionally in line with the Western spirit of humor. It was just like how the actor who played Tony Stark was extremely narcissistic in every interview, but he was still loved and chased by people.
The lady with big waves also expressed that as long as he didn't act cool, they would still be good friends. She smiled warmly and said,
"Alright, after an entire afternoon of high-intensity matches, I believe that Vic must be exhausted as well. That's all for today's interview. I hope that Vic can recover his physical condition as soon as possible. I look forward to seeing an even brighter performance in tomorrow's Duo Tournament."
After that, Big Wave shook Liu Zilang's hand and left the stage with a stiff smile on his face.
Liu Zilang was stunned for a moment. He looked at the silhouette of the other party, but his heart felt strangely empty.
Seeing Liu Zilang's unsatisfied expression, the bullet screen of the live-stream exploded once again. All of them suggested that the war reporters at the frontline should turn off their mic during the next interview …
.....
While Liu Zilang was being interviewed, the backend data was almost done processing.
Suddenly, the dim screen glowed and became brighter and brighter, attracting the attention of the audience.
On the right side of the stage, the host of the competition walked up.
He was a typical German, tall, with rough facial lines and a head of soft wavy hair that looked like it could compete with the big wavy hair from earlier.
At the same time, the four huge screens hanging on the stage started displaying the match.
The Strongest Solo King: Se7en2-Vic!
Total Points: 1460!
Total Kills: 71!
Boom!
Looking at the exaggerated total points and three kills, the audience in the arena instantly boiled over once again!
In the blink of an eye, shouts of "Vic is awesome" were heard from all corners of the stadium, converging into a majestic tidal wave.
The male host walked to Liu Zilang's side and greeted him. Then, he turned to face the audience, waved his arms vigorously, and gave a long speech in an impassioned tone.
Liu Zilang saw that the male host had no intention of interacting with him, so he did not pay attention to what he said.
All of a sudden, the male host raised his arm.
'What's the meaning of this?'
Liu Zilang who was in a daze was startled.
The German host who was spitting saliva everywhere was also startled. He waved his arm stiffly and turned to look at Liu Zilang.
Liu Zilang looked at him at the same time.
The two of them looked at each other.
'Got it?'
'Got it!'
Liu Zilang put down his crutch with a determined look on his face. He raised his arm shakily and mimicked the male host's gesture.
In an instant, the two of them looked like the Dynamic Superman from Crayon Shin-chan celebrating his victory.
'It's just a pose.'
'I'm familiar with this!'
.....
'Familiar my * ss!'
The male host's eyes twitched as he pouted his lips toward the edge of the stage.
Liu Zilang turned to look at him in confusion. Then, he realized what was going on.
However, the staff in the venue were very efficient. As soon as the two of them misunderstood each other's "communication", a young female staff member went to the side of the stage to pick up the trophy and walked toward Liu Zilang.
'Disabled people' should be taken care of. '
Liu Zilang's face turned red when he saw this!
'F * ck!
'Why didn't you tell me to accept the award earlier?'
When the spectators in the Chinese live-stream channels saw this, they could not help but laugh.
"Dynamic Superman?
Vic, you're showing off! "
"Bahaha, you've made me laugh!"
"Happy Vic, don't send me the trophy!"
“.....”
On the stage, Liu Zilang who was a little embarrassed earlier had already regained his composure. He took the trophy from the young female staff member's hands calmly as if everything was supposed to be like this.
'As expected of the Act Tough King!'
The audience could not help but exclaim when they saw this.
.....
He held the trophy while holding the crutch.
After the interview, Liu Zilang walked down from the right side of the stage amidst the cheers of the audience.
Misaka Mikoto and the others had been waiting at the players' passageway that led to the backstage resting area for a long time.
Misaka Mikoto's eyes sparkled as soon as she saw Liu Zilang walking down the stage. She then ran over to him.
Liu Zilang smiled when he saw this. He raised his right hand slightly and was ready for Misaka Mikoto to help him back.
However, Misaka Mikoto rushed to Liu Zilang's side and grabbed the trophy. She held it in her hands happily.
The twinkle in her big eyes made her look like a little money grubber who saw gold and silver.
Liu Zilang's arm that was floating in the air stiffened and drooped weakly.
'Fine, I'll walk back myself.'
.....
After the match ended, they packed up backstage and went back to the big white bus.
On the way back, Boss Su looked at Misaka Mikoto who was hugging the trophy tightly. He coughed and summarized the first day of the tournament.
First, he highly praised Li Muqiu, Shen Zeyan, and the others for their sacrifice in Isolated Town. Then, he felt that it was a pity that there were no champion weapon skins for the solo tournament.
The PGI Berlin World Championship was different from the California World Championship. There were champion weapon skins for the tournament, but they were reserved for the main event, the team tournament.
The winning team, including the substitutes, would each have a unique champion weapon skin.
Liu Zilang was someone who had already owned three champion weapon skins. He shrugged his shoulders and did not think much of it.
Then, Su Changming talked about the charity duo tournament that would be held the next day.
As he said that, he suddenly looked at Liu Zilang with a strange tone. Then, he looked at Zhang Xiaotong who was sitting in the front passenger seat. Zhang Xiaotong was a little nervous.
.....