Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"This reporter's question has been answered. Mr. Yan Huan, please designate the next reporter."

Upon hearing this, Gui Naifen nodded slightly and then retreated back into the crowd.

Yan Huan raised her hand, turned slightly around among the reporters, and chose the second prettiest female reporter.

Seeing this, Gui Naifen stepped out of the crowd again, revealing a faint smile.

"Hello Coach Yan Huan, I am Gui Naifen, a special reporter from Xianzhou Jingwu News Network."

She seemed completely unsurprised.

Press officer: "?"

"No, Mr. Yan Huan, I remember I already said last time that it's not allowed..."

Before he could finish speaking, Gui Naifen calmly asked:

"Coach Yan Huan, given Luca's current popularity, many brands must want to invite him to collaborate."

"Could you share some information about business collaborations?"

"Are there other brands? How come I don't know?" Yan Huan was taken aback.

So far, only Toppa has approached Luca for an endorsement deal; Yan Huan hasn't seen a single other brand.

Upon hearing this, reporter Camille, who was standing on the far side, felt guilty and took two steps back.

"Alright, Coach Yan Huan, you've already answered this question. Now, please choose the next reporter. Don't choose the same one again."

"Alright, alright."

After Gui Naifen retreated, Yan Huan turned her hand and pointed at one of the female reporters who was squatting on the ground defecating in public.

The others around her covered their noses, screamed, or blamed her, all keeping their distance.

That's why she stood out.

"Eh? Me?!"

The short-haired female reporter, who was squatting on the ground relieving herself with toilet paper in her hand, was taken aback at first. Then she calmly tore off the paper, wiped her bottom, and threw it away. The people next to her quickly stepped back three meters.

The short-haired female reporter put on her pants, stood up, coughed lightly, and asked with a puzzled look:

"Why did they call on me? Did I stand in the wrong place? Actually, I... haven't even thought of a question yet."

"Then why are you standing so close to the front?" Yan Huan asked disdainfully.

"Is it possible that everyone else has stepped back?" the press officer asked, squinting.

"This reporter, please ask your question as soon as possible, don't waste everyone's time."

"Also, after you ask your question, please clean up the environmental pollution you caused, and then go to the relevant personnel of the Land Balance Bureau to accept the fine!"

"Huh? What kind of pollution did I cause?"

The short-haired reporter looked completely bewildered.

"Never mind, let's ask the questions first..."

She scratched her hair, annoyed, and said:

"Because the reporter from Yaoqing Sports had something come up, I came to fill in. Coach Yan Huan can just call me an amateur reporter."

"It's alright, the supporting characters in this book are all nameless, only given names."

"Oh, then I was just being presumptuous."

After thinking for a moment, the amateur reporter asked the question:

"Excuse me... what did Luca eat before the match?"

"Let me think..." Yan Huan really recalled Luca's meals.

"Lotus root cake, tapir bun rolls, soda soy milk, bird skewers, Chen Po tofu, braised pork belly with taro, stir-fried sea anemones, stir-fried pork belly with sugar balls, pork belly with garlic sprouts..."

"?" The amateur reporter was taken aback. "Are you reciting a menu? Is the martial arts ceremony a competitive eating contest?"

Chapter 1029 Actually, I'm quite amateurish

"Alright, alright, your question has been answered."

The press officer waved his hand impatiently.

"Coach Yan Huan, please choose the next reporter."

"Row."

Yan Huan raised her hand and selected the amateur reporter again.

Press officer: "?"

"Do you think I'm just talking nonsense?"

Ignoring the press officer's complaints, the amateur reporter thought for a moment and then asked:

"So... Coach Yan Huan, what did you eat before the match?"

"Enough!" the press officer roared.

"Coach Yan Huan, look at her, she even said she's an amateur, what valuable questions could she possibly ask?"

"This is a complete waste of everyone's time!"

"Let me think... what did I eat?"

Yan Huan pondered seriously.

"Potato chips, cola, fried chicken, hamburgers, fried rice with black charcoal eggs made on March 7th, braised pork, stir-fried shredded pork with green peppers..."

"Wait a minute," the amateur reporter interrupted.

"Mr. Yan Huan, don't you have any vegetarian dishes on your menu?"

Are potato chips meat?

Yan Huan replied:

"Is charcoal-fried rice with eggs meat? And are the buns and lettuce in a hamburger meat?"

"Potato chips are snacks, hamburgers are junk food, and as for that charcoal-fried rice with eggs, that's unknown." The amateur reporter said seriously.

"Mr. Yan Huan, the vegetarian dishes I'm referring to are the usual stir-fried greens, stir-fried cauliflower, stir-fried cabbage, and the like..."

"Oh, I won't eat it."

"..."

The press officer squinted:

"What exactly do you do, reporter? Why are you always so concerned about what other people eat?!"

"Uh... actually, my main job is hosting a food program." The short-haired girl gave an awkward smile.

"Alright, go clean up the mess you left behind and turn yourself in! Next!" the press officer shouted.

"It's you!"

Before Yan Huan could choose anyone, the press officer raised his hand and pointed out Camille, who was hiding in the crowd.

"You're the intern reporter covering Luca, right? Don't you have any problems with your old partner, Coach Yan Huan?"

"Ah I?"

Carmel walked out of the crowd with a sigh, thought for a moment, and then asked:

"Then let me ask a simple question as well."

"Coach Yan Huan, what are your thoughts on Luca's defeat this time?"

"This is Luca's first defeat. As his coach, is there anything you would like to say to everyone?"

“Emmmm…” Yan Huan leaned back in her chair and pursed her lips.

"There's nothing much to say to the media. Life is so long, who doesn't lose?"

……

After a period of time.

"Thank you, Coach Yan Huan, for your insightful response. This concludes today's interview session. Please leave the venue in an orderly manner!"

……

a few days later.

Inside the Taibusi.

"This jade tablet is too badly damaged. I have tried my best, but I can only restore a small part of the record."

Qingque said helplessly:

"So, the last part of the record is next."

"Everyone, please watch carefully."

Bronya nodded and pressed play.

……

On a certain warship.

“Igor.” The machine tycoon stood next to the red-haired boxer.

"After listening to your speech, a small flame of sadness flickered in my empathy module, a flame that even coolant couldn't extinguish."

The red-haired boxer was very excited. "So, will you send troops to retake that [market] that's about to fall, Mr. Ibrahim?!"

“I’m sorry, I can’t.” The cyborg tycoon shook his head.

“Every business decision needs to be based on reason.”

"Your hometown accounts for only 0.5% of the transportation capacity in the construction materials logistics business landscape; and in the resource allocation of traditional project departments, it is so small that it is almost non-existent."

Igor was deeply saddened.