Su Susu, the Mysterious Male God of Quick Transmigration

Chapter 245 Quickly and Dangerously, Messed with Xiao Leng Andi (46)
"Night night, night night!"

"Emperor Sen, ah ah!"

……

Shouts of two names cut through the air.

Lin Nantian froze immediately, the words of thanks stuck in his throat.

The reporters who had already drawn up the topic of "Super Lin appeared and was enthusiastically sought after" in their minds couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

But this is not over yet.

In the next second, the group of people who had stood up moved together again.

Huge banners were unfurled in public.

The slogan followed.

"Attack in the middle of the night, become the king with extreme speed!!!"

The neat shouts echoed, attracting the attention of the audience.

But the Longteng motorcade and the reporters turned around following the sound, and finally saw the real protagonist who was welcomed by the crowd——

Surrounded by a group of technicians, the "boy" and the man came into view.

The latter walked on the outside and came slowly, walking with extraordinary bearing.

It's just that the aura is so oppressive that people dare not look directly at it.

Even at this time, unexpectedly meeting a group of fans in a foreign country, the man just nodded lightly.

However, even if it was just that, a group of fangirls and younger brothers were very excited.

As for the other righteous master...

When receiving support, the "boy" was still holding a cup of sweet bean curd.

At that moment, "he" bit the straw and looked over, his dark eyes were first stained with a bit of surprise, then he immediately put down the cup and curled his lips.

Under the eyes of everyone, the "boy" smiled brightly, opened and closed his thin lips, and uttered two words.

That's "thank you" in Chinese.

The screams suddenly became louder.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"No thanks no thanks! Yeye, welcome home!"

……

Lin Nantian's face darkened uncontrollably.

But at this time, the crit struck again——

A group of foreigners suddenly stood up on the other side of the auditorium, waving small flags with the Morton team logo printed on them, and also called the names of the two in English.

It is not difficult to see that this group of foreign fans traveled to Huaguo with the Morton team. At this time, Xu saw the support from the Huaguo side, so they couldn't wait to get up.

For a time, its voice even overshadowed the Chinese fans at home.

Seeing this, the latter party was also anxious.

As a result, even bigger shouts erupted from domestic fan girls/brothers, tit for tat.

The foreign fans stared and then increased their volume.

Huaguo fans continued to scream.

so back and forth.

Gradually, many passers-by joined in the fun and shouted.

It was like a meeting of the Morton team, and the rest of the players became the background board.

In the end, even the media gathered around, and some reporters enthusiastically handed Yan Wu a microphone.

The Lord God of "Young Man" nodded in thanks, and casually gave the bean curd to the man beside him, looked around the audience, and raised his hand to press it.

Touching those pitch-black eyes, the fans who were cheering couldn't help but quiet down.

"Thank you, everyone." The "young man" said, placing his slender fingers on his thin lips and hissing softly.

"But... take a break first and use the rest of the screaming on the field, okay?"

The low voice is lazy and magnetic, and the smiling tone is even more unconsciously flirtatious.

Ah ah ah ah ah!
The boiling screams suddenly burst out in the chests of the fans, but when they were about to rush out of their throats, due to the "boy"'s order, they stuck again with difficulty.

Originally, the two teams who were competing with each other stopped and nodded frantically.

Yan Wu put down her hand with satisfaction and returned the microphone to the reporter.

"Let's go." The man who had been silent all this time finally spoke out, and with a glance, he signaled his subordinates to suppress the media who were going to interview him.

Then, he put the sweet bean curd in his hand back into the "boy"'s hand, turned sideways, and clasped the latter's wrist in a protective posture.

The "young man" who took back the sweet bean curd followed obediently.

Seeing that the two were about to enter the paddock, a female voice suddenly sounded.

"Emperor Sen, Yeye, you must be happy!!!"

　There are 2 more, QAQ in the early morning of New Year's Eve, everyone can go to bed first.

　　Thank you little angel for the tip.

　　Ask for support!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)