I'm a platinum-level author, so what if I play professionally?

Snakes' rest room.

Wang Ke looked at Song Wen with a serious expression, his tone filled with undisguised reproach.

"No, what did you say to UZI when you shook hands with him just now?"

The atmosphere in the lounge was somewhat oppressive. Everyone was looking at Wang Ke and Song Wen, but no one spoke.

They all knew that Song Wen was arrogant and domineering, and among the people present, he would only listen to Wang Ke.

This is something that the Snake team members can't understand.

Because Wang Ke's personality is not actually strong; in fact, he sometimes appears overly mild-mannered.

Of course, this is when it's in the sunlight.

Zitai once secretly told them that one time he got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and suddenly saw that the training room light was on, so he went over to take a look out of curiosity.

As a result, Wang Ke and Song Wen were seen playing duo queue.

In private, Wang Ke is completely different from the gentle image he presents to everyone. When he opens his mouth, he speaks in all sorts of long and complicated sentences. In comparison, when Song Wen curses, his language is as limited as that of a child who has just learned to speak.

However, the veracity of this matter remains to be verified. After all, everyone knows that Wang Ke has changed his stance, and it's possible that Zitai has some grievance against Wang Ke and is deliberately smearing him.

Faced with Wang Ke's questioning, Song Wen just laughed it off.

"Hey, I didn't say anything."

"Didn't say anything?" Wang Ke roared in anger. He pulled out his phone and showed Song Wen the screenshot he had specifically taken earlier. "Didn't say anything? You shook hands with UZI and got him into a climax?!"

Song Wen glanced at Wang Ke's screenshot, his expression strange.

"Did you Photoshop it? Tell me! You've gone too far, it's been photoshopped to be a fucking reddish-purple!"

"I heard what he said to UZI."

The pinky's voice interrupted the two's argument.

This jungler from Vietnam clearly wasn't very familiar with Chinese social etiquette. In his view, this might be a good opportunity to sow discord between Wang Ke and Song Wen, so he wouldn't have to play Sejuani every day just to accommodate Song Wen.

The sassy girl pretended to think for a moment, then said:

"He didn't actually say anything, just three words, something like 'shockwave'."

After saying that, he started pretending to be stupid.

What does "shockwave" mean?

"puff!"

Crystal couldn't hold it in and let out a fart.

Song Wen sucked hard on his lips, trying not to let the corners of his mouth turn up.

He turned his back, suppressing his laughter, and said:

"Why are you calling for a shockwave?"

Song Wen leaned closer and lowered his voice.

"Didn't you always describe him as a shockwave in your book?"

"That's only in the book! Why are you running up to him and yelling 'shockwave'?"

"Just out of curiosity! I was wondering if the real UZI would have the same reaction as the UZI in your book if I called out to him 'Ichijinbo'."

This piqued Wang Ke's curiosity as well.

"Explain in detail, are they the same or different?"

"It's different. Your writing isn't very rigorous," Song Wen shook his head. "In the novel, I called him Shockwave, and he didn't dare utter a sound. Just now, I called him UZI Shockwave, and he actually cursed at me, saying, 'Are you an idiot?'"

Wang Ke was stunned for a moment.

Did he insult you?

"yes."

"So what did you say?"

I said it would rebound.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Sao Fen watched as the two who were just arguing were now inexplicably doubled over with laughter, while the Vietnamese guy had a huge question mark above his head.

Wang Ke realized the truth belatedly and broke out in a cold sweat.

He had almost been assimilated by Song Wen and led to the animal realm.

He coughed twice and gave the instructions:

"Don't do that again next time. This is your first time on stage, and you're already becoming public enemy number one."

As soon as Wang Ke finished speaking, an official from the LPL knocked on the door and came in.

"Hello, the post-match interviews are about to begin. Which player from our team will be interviewing?"

"I!"

Song Wen was the first to step forward, but Wang Ke grabbed him.

"You can't do it!"

He turned to look at the crowd and asked:

"Who among you will go and do the post-match interview?"

The members of the Snake Team looked at each other, but no one uttered a sound.

Are you kidding me?

If I were to give an interview at this time, wouldn't I just become a punching bag for the angry RNG fans?

You, Song Wen, made such a huge mess during the competition, and now you want us to take the blame after the competition? How is that possible?

Seeing that no one was willing to be interviewed, Wang Ke could only nervously stare at Song Wen and say:

"Stop talking nonsense! If you really can't help but spout nonsense, just remember not to involve me."

"Don't worry," Song Wen chuckled, "I'm a professional interviewer. I know exactly what I can and can't say."

"Okay," Wang Ke nodded after receiving Song Wen's assurance. "Remember to be humble in front of the camera."

No sooner had Song Wen left with his staff than another staff member came over.

"Hello, we have an official pre-recorded interview and would like to invite one of our club's coaches. Would Coach Zhu Kai or Coach White be the preferred choice?"

Upon hearing the staff member's words, Zhu Kai seemed somewhat excited and subconsciously took a step to leave. However, he then realized that today's match, from the draft to the tactics, had nothing to do with him. So he turned his gaze to Wang Ke.

Wang Ke waved his hand.

"Go ahead."

He doesn't really enjoy interacting with people; he just wants to focus on writing his novel, which has 500,000 average subscriptions.

Zhu Kai's face lit up with joy. He straightened his suit and was about to leave when Song Wen's head popped out from outside the door.

"Let Coach White go. He did today's draft and tactics. What use is Xiao Zhu? He's just a food delivery guy, what kind of questions can he answer?"

It turned out that Song Wengang had only walked a few steps when he heard what the staff at the door said and turned back.

Zhu Kai, feeling somewhat embarrassed after being exposed, quickly said:

"I think so too. Wang Ke, you should go."

Seeing this, Wang Ke had no choice but to get up.

The two were traveling the same route for a while, and Wang Ke couldn't help but speak up:

"You know I don't like talking to strangers."

"I know you're too gloomy, I need to help you change that."

Wang Ke glanced at Song Wen.

"Do you ever feel like you're being too sunny?"

"No," Song Wen shook his head, "I think my essence is still dark."

"You're quite self-aware."

"After all, looking at you every day is like looking in a mirror."

The two exchanged their usual barbs, and then parted ways at the intersection.

Watching Song Wen walk in the other direction, Wang Ke suddenly felt a strange, indescribable feeling.

He decided to give today's interview a proper answer.

This feeling is empty, lonely, yet also somewhat exciting.

It's like when you and your brother go for a massage on the third floor, you're taken to different rooms.

Even after it's over, you have to stay for a full 90 minutes before leaving.

Meanwhile, in the interview room and on the stage, Rita and Xiaoyu were waiting for their contestants to arrive.