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Chapter 134 Langdon, Well Done! (9K-word chapter, please vote and subscribe)

Evan typed rapidly: "I can say with absolute certainty that this afternoon's Giants cheerleader audition was a farce staged from beginning to end. The so-called miracle was nothing more than a clumsy magic trick performed by the PR director, the lighting technician, and a bribed candidate."

"They've scammed millions of people. Let me tell you how they did it..."

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Evan started adding pictures.

"Look at screenshot one: Mr. Langdon Jacobs' right hand. Notice his ring and little fingers—slightly bent, palm down, making a downward pressing gesture towards the control panel. This is no coincidence. It's a code! Note that if you go back a few frames, you can also see Langdon winking at the lighting technician!"

"Look at screenshot two: the lighting technician's face. What is the instinctive reaction of an ordinary technician when faced with a director yelling at him in public? He would immediately look at the person who yelled at him! But Soren didn't look at Langdon; his gaze was fixed on the control panel because he was checking the parameters of the spotlight."

Evan's words flowed like a spring, his typing speed was extremely fast, and he pounded the keyboard.

The resentment I had accumulated yesterday quickly dissipated with the sound of typing.

Private club, VIP rooms.

David Hart, wearing a bathrobe, was half-reclined on the bed, a cigar in his hand, while a young woman knelt at the foot of the bed massaging his feet.

Two other wealthy men were lounging nearby, dressed in the same bathrobes and served by the same waitresses, except that they each held a glass of whiskey, with ice cubes making a soft, crunching sound as they hit the glass.

The screens covering the entire wall were broadcasting live the audition process for the Giants' cheerleading squad.

"David, you arranged this, didn't you?" The wealthy man on the left pointed at the screen with his wine glass.

The beam of light shone precisely on Debbie, creating a stage-like effect.

David nonchalantly raised his cigar: "It's alright, though a bit perfunctory. But time was too tight, and Langdon did a pretty good job."

Given their status, they've seen this kind of scam countless times; it simply doesn't fool anyone.

"Debbie, your arrangement is quite good." Another wealthy man tilted his head, staring at Debbie's profile in the warm light on the screen. "That girl looks very pretty. Should we...?"

"Don't touch her," David's voice suddenly deepened.

It wasn't anger, it was a warning.

David reminded her, "She is the girl chosen by the Catholic Church."

"OK." The wealthy man wisely swallowed his words and took a sip of his whiskey.

Whether Debbie embarrasses herself in the interview or joins the cheerleading team, it doesn't matter.

The Catholic Church is indeed a bit shameful, but not excessively so; it's all normal business practice.

Even when Debbie went on stage to dance, it was all of her own free will; no one forced her to do it.

But manipulating Debbie is a completely different story.

Such an act completely trampled on the authority and dignity of the Catholic Church, and could easily have drawn religious persecution.

The terrifying nature of that thing is no joke!

Throughout the centuries-long history of the Vatican, every page records the horrific deaths of those who insulted its honor.

For example, that brainless Asian kid...

David glanced at the screen and saw Richard sitting on a bench in the corner of the family quarters, leisurely drinking a Coke.

How dare someone stay by the saint's side? This kind of person probably doesn't know what the term "Inquisition" means in history.

David was smart enough to know what those religious fanatics were capable of.

After the farce involving Shenguang ended, the scene quickly quieted down again.

The first interviewee was Elsa.

Langdon said, "So, can you be honest with me and tell me why you gave up your previous dance-related job?"

This is a fairly standard question.

Just as Elsa was about to answer, Langdon suddenly added insult to injury: "Was your last job because you had an argument with a colleague that led to your departure?"

Elsa's heart skipped a beat.

How did he know?

But on this occasion, she absolutely refused to admit it.

"No..." she began to stammer, "It was just a small disagreement, um, a disagreement about the choreography. I didn't, I mean, I didn't argue. My relationship with my colleagues has always been good. I left because I wanted to find a bigger stage. That dance company was too small, not suitable for me, ah, I'm not complaining about anything, I just..."

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Langdon didn't let her off the hook, continuing to press her until she was at a loss for words. Suddenly, she blurted out, "I noticed you have an OF account. Are you trying to make a name for yourself in cheerleading and then drive traffic to OF?"

"No!" Elsa exclaimed in horror.

How did he find out?!

Elsa immediately denied it: "You must have mistaken me for someone else! I don't have an OF account!"

"Really?" Langdon said bluntly, "This isn't the right occasion to demonstrate, but would you like me to give you the address so you can verify it yourselves?"

"NO!"

The whole room burst into laughter.

The camera accurately captured Elsa's flushed face and the tears welling up in her eyes.

The live stream chat exploded like popcorn, with "hahaha" and "so pitiful" alternating between filling the comments section.

During most people's school years, cheerleaders are at the top of the school's food chain, and almost everyone has been teased or bullied by cheerleaders.

Seeing these glamorous cheerleaders make fools of themselves in public seems to make up for the psychological scars they suffered during their student days.

The audience's desires were wonderfully satisfied, and the playback effect was unexpectedly good.

The viewership ratings began to skyrocket.

"Boss, the live stream already has 240 million viewers, and the TV ratings are also rising," the secretary in black silk said softly.

David Hart tapped the ash from his cigar with a smug grin and nodded at the screen: "Looks alright. Although the lighting was a bit too artificial before."

He said it without hesitation.

In his eyes, this was all a show, and all the unexpected events in the show were pre-arranged; there were no real unexpected events.

The other two tycoons chuckled and continued watching the rather interesting selection show.

"This kind of show is quite popular, and we can try making it long-term in the future."

"Debbie is very popular this year, but there won't be any next year."

"It's not necessary to have Debbie every year. They just want to see the queens who bullied them in school embarrassed on the big screen. Maybe we can consider adding football players next year."

Several business tycoons immediately saw through the core selling point of the show.

In school, rugby players are often seen as bullies who prey on boys and girls.

"Hmm, not bad. It would be best to add a few quarterbacks, the more handsome the better. If it works out, we can give them a chance to try out for the Giants' second team; those silly lads would definitely want to come."

"Hmm, not bad, that's definitely a viable approach. I'll have someone write a proposal."

David Hart has a very keen business sense.

Through video broadcasts, on-site tickets, and live television broadcasts, this audition show could bring David Hart nearly a million dollars in direct revenue.

This is only the first year; the future will only be brighter.

Moreover, what's more important to him is increasing the Giants' visibility and exposure; that's where the big money comes in.

Elsa's miserable state made all the girls' palms sweat.

The second interviewee was Delia.

Her fingers began to tremble uncontrollably.

Langdon, without looking up from the documents in his hand, asked, "If you're destined to be a substitute for the next two years, with no solo shots or fan meet-and-greets, would you still be willing to stay with the team and work behind the scenes?"

Of course not! Delia thought to herself.

What fool would agree to that?

Beauty has a very short shelf life.

How could we possibly waste our time in such a awful place!

I want to stand in the spotlight and enjoy the attention of the whole world!

However, this was a very standard interview question, and Delia was well-prepared.

A genuine smile spread across her face: "I'm willing to give everything for the team, whether on the court or behind the scenes. I feel incredibly honored to contribute to the Giants!"

Langdon remained noncommittal, turning to a page of information: "I checked your family's income; your annual income should be less than $50,000. Your family is very poor."

He looked up and stared straight at her: "I want to know, many cheerleaders have signed influencer contracts based on their exposure at games. Are you also thinking the same thing, trying to monetize the team's popularity? If the team's contract prohibits you from taking on private commercial promotions, can you accept that? If not, you can just give up on the interview now!"

Delia froze in her chair.

How do I answer that?

She came here, of course, to make money. Who would be foolish enough to dance in this run-down place just to earn 25,000 yuan a year?

Are you kidding me?!

Which girl doesn't come here with the goal of becoming a household name?

However, in this setting, there were thousands of audience members present, and countless other eyes watching from behind the camera.

Delia could only grit her teeth and squeeze out a few words: "I'm willing to accept."

Langdon stared at her for a full three seconds.

In those three seconds, Delia's expression changed from feigned composure to fear.

Then Langdon said, "I see your inner conflict. I don't believe you; you clearly can't resist the lure of money. You're out."

"This isn't fair! Damn it!" Delia jumped up, the chair leg scraping against the wooden floor with a screeching sound.

"Next."

All the remaining girls realized one thing: Langdon wasn't just going through the motions.

He's serious.

He had no intention of making things easy for anyone.

The other judges sitting on either side of him—the cheerleading director, the marketing director, the veteran team members, and the coaches—were all like dead people, sitting motionless, not saying a word, and not even bothering to change their facial expressions.

The audience gasped in surprise.

The ratings surged again.

After that, three girls were questioned and left speechless.

Everyone finally realized: the Giants had no intention of making anyone look bad today.

The Giants really treated this interview like a reality show!

They wanted to embarrass these pretty girls in public, just like in those reality TV shows.

What's so interesting about a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere?

What the audience wants is drama, to see people humiliated, to hear people cry, curse, and slam doors as they leave.

Its online popularity continues to soar.

The comments section was flooded with messages like, "These girls are being put in such a difficult position, what about Debbie? She's probably in even more trouble!"

"Aww! I really want to see Debbie in a terrible state!"

"How will our Holy Maiden respond to this challenge?"

Oak Grove Medical Center.

Clara gripped the edge of the tablet, her knuckles turning white, deeply worried about what would happen to Debbie next.

St. Peter's Cathedral.

Sawyer looked grim, worried that Debbie would embarrass herself and anger the Pope.

Isaiah suspects that Foster may have made some kind of shady deal with the Giants.

In the hallway of Francis Lewis High School.

Serena held up her phone, a smirk playing on her lips: "We're about to see that little bitch embarrass herself!"

She watched her classmate Debbie rise to fame every day—a saint, a Super Bowl candidate, and hundreds of thousands of fans—and this feeling was worse than eating shit herself.

We were all the same to begin with, so why did Debbie become a saint and be adored by so many people, and now she even gets to play in the Super Bowl?

One of my classmates is going to be a Super Bowl cheerleader!

Even if you're a substitute, it's the Super Bowl.

A girl who graduated from Francis Lewis High School danced on the stage of the highest-rated show in the United States.

This kind of thing used to only exist in dreams.

Is it just because she's prettier, white, and has a better figure?

FXXK!

A girl next to her whispered, "That light was amazing. She must have been chosen by God."

Serena scoffed, "Tch, the lighting technician just tampered with it. You'll see, she's going to embarrass herself later!"

Tang Yuqing stood at the edge of the crowd, forcing a smile, looking enviously at Debbie on the screen, wishing she could take her place.

Principal Smith sat in his office.

While looking at his phone and tapping on the table, he suddenly turned to the vice principal and asked, "Do you think we should celebrate if Debbie really gets the job, maybe give the school a 'GG' or something? After all, it's the Super Bowl."

The vice-principal's face immediately contorted in a grimace: "She's a saint! She'll offend the Catholic Church!"

Smith paused, then sighed.

Langdon made another girl cry.

Atticus Fleming sat on the far left of the judges' panel, his cheek twitching slightly.

Langdon is being too strict with Asia today. Doesn't he know the level of the cheerleaders' ability to cope?

By Langdon's standards, no one could meet the requirements.

He turned to the side, pressed down on the microphone, and said in a low voice to Langdon, "Ben Jobs, you're being too strict. Others might have something to say."

"I know what I'm doing," Langdon said casually.

Actually, he had no choice.

"If I don't beat everyone else's scores to a pulp," how will he cover it up when Debbie gives a bad answer?

Even private companies should at least have some sense of reputation.

If everyone answers terribly, then it makes sense to choose anyone; since everyone is bad, choosing the one with the most public appeal is acceptable.

The girls completed their interviews one after another, and each one answered them terribly.

The audience's appetite was whetted more and more, and all eyes were focused on Debbie.

The shrewd Langdon naturally arranged for Debbie to appear last.

Only in this way can we extend the live stream time and push the popularity to its peak.

The seventh girl was slumped on the ground, her face ashen and her eyes red-rimmed.

Langdon dealt a heavy blow to her self-esteem.

Everyone looked at Debbie.

She's the only one left.

Just then, Langdon suddenly raised a hand and said in a cheeky tone, "Broken bells."

Two models dressed in tight-fitting shoes walked around in a dance, holding up a sports drink from David Hart and showing it off to the camera. Langdon even quickly recited the word "GG" in cooperation.

The entire audience was stunned.

A live job interview went wrong and the interviewer even got rejected?!

This talent show not only sold Men Hao and the live broadcast rights, but also sold the GG slot.

Is this some kind of outrageous nonsense?!

David laughed triumphantly, "That one sentence saved me 50 in GG fees!"

He was very proud of his wit.

Two wealthy men nearby stared in disbelief: "Won't the Catholic Church be furious if you do this?"

"I don't care if he's still angry or not." David flicked his cigar, thinking that as long as he didn't cross the line of Catholicism, he was still safe.

Otherwise, he would have been punished by God long ago for switching between the three religions.

Just then, the secretary pushed open the door again and came in, wanting to lean down and speak in his ear.

David Hart said smugly, "What's there to hide? Just say it!"

The secretary struggled with this decision her whole life: "His Holiness the Pope wrote to us, hoping we wouldn't choose Debbie; of course, the letter was very polite."

WTF? David Hart raised an eyebrow.

Did the Pope personally intervene?

Both wealthy men turned to look at him.

Under normal circumstances, David Hart would definitely give the Pope some face, after all, he is the Pope!

but now?

He had just boasted, and now he was being asked to take back his words in front of his two old friends? Absolutely not!

David Hart scoffed, "The Pope? He has hundreds of millions? Are his letters worth as much as Debbie's online traffic? Ignore him."

The two friends burst into laughter, clapping the armrest with an air of smug amusement: "Impressive, David, it has to be you!"

David took a smug puff of his cigar, pondering with a touch of guilt, and realized that after a lifetime of reflection, there seemed to be nothing to be afraid of.

What can the Pope do?

I can't exactly send a knightly order to New York to smash up my stadium, can I?

Crackle, crackle.

After Evan typed the last word, checked it once, and then made the pass.

His account was already at its peak of attention due to last night's debate, and with the addition of his carefully chosen tags, he quickly garnered likes from netizens.

Comments started popping up: "Evan's right! What saintess!"

"It's a fake miracle created by humans!"

"I took another look at it based on Evan's analysis; Langdon must have at least looked at the lighting technician's outline!"

"It's fake!"

"Even the lights in my house can manifest this miracle, so I'm a saint too!"

Evan was in a great mood, and even the books that had been taken off the shelves didn't seem so bad anymore.

He smugly went to the interview livestream room and frantically sent links to his articles.

Likes and comments are increasing.

Li Zhu's lips twitched slightly.

This Giants team, as expected of a top player in capitalism, has made a fortune.

He deserves to be rich.

GG is over.

The models walked the runway in high heels.

All the lights came back on and were partially turned towards the chair in the middle.

The surrounding brightness was dimmed by about 10%, making Debbie stand out from the eight girls like a spotlight shining on the center of the church altar.

It was still the work of lighting designer Soren.

The other girls didn't receive this kind of treatment during their interviews.

The women watched this scene with livid faces, their hands clenched into fists halfway down their knees.

Debbie, you bitch!

"Well..." Langdon leaned back in his chair, "Of all the girls chosen by the Light, only you are left. I wonder if you'll be chosen by the Giants."

The audience burst into laughter.

Debbie shrugged.

Just then, the floral ball bearing the Giants' Rugby commemorative logo suddenly broke off from the ribbon.

With a thousand pairs of eyes on site and millions of online viewers watching, the flower ball floated gently down.

It didn't fall vertically, but rather with a tilted arc, tracing a path in the air that shouldn't appear in physics textbooks.

Then, amidst the fervor of everyone's attention, it fell into Debbie's palm.

The Giants' Rugby commemorative badge is facing directly at Debbie.

Debbie was bewildered.

What the hell is this?!

Li Zhu chuckled and withdrew his magical hand.

The scene exploded.

"Oh my God!"

Exclamations surged from the audience to the judges' seats like waves, and then surged back.

"Is this also a malfunction?"

"How could that ball have flown that far on its own?"

"There's no wind!"

"Is it because of the air conditioning?"

"Why did it land so precisely in her hands?"

Millions of netizens witnessed this scene while watching on their screens.

The barrage of comments wasn't just spamming; it was exploding.

The seven women sitting next to Debbie watched this scene with their mouths agape.

They were sitting closest, so they could see the best.

That flower ball, just like that, mysteriously floated into Debbie's palm!

"Impossible!" Delia stood up in despair. She walked up to Debbie and reached out to move the flower ball back and forth.

empty.

There was no transparent fishing line, no thread so thin it was invisible to the naked eye, and no support.

The ball just floated over by itself and landed in Debbie's hand!

Delia stood there, her hand still half-suspended in mid-air, her expression shifting from doubt to confusion, and then from confusion to shock.

Could she really be a saint?

But isn't Heaven being a bit too lenient?

Why does God have to interfere when it's just an interview for a cheerleader?

That's biased!

The women couldn't hold back any longer.

Langdon, sitting on the judging panel, gaped, his mind racing.

How do I get back to the official account now?

I don't think I arranged this part.

The flower ball was actually folded from paper and tied to a ribbon with silk thread; he watched his assistant hang it up.

There really are no traps or mechanisms!

But how did it just fall to its death?

The other judges also turned to look at Langdon, especially Atticus Fleming, who winked at Langdon and his lips moved slightly: "Bingobus! Well done!"

"Pretty my foot!" Langdon's mind went completely blank.

This has nothing to do with me!

I really didn't do it!

How exactly did you get back to work?

Could it really be a miracle?

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Lighting technician Soren was stunned by what he saw.

Oh, so I'm not the only one preparing for a "miracle."

This time, it was clearly an imitation of the previous Virgin Mary's Legacy Scarf, and it wasn't as stunning as the first time.

But the results were pretty good.

He didn't know how Langdon did it.

That's interesting. I'll ask her later if she'll perform it for her daughter.

And the arrangements made by the Prime Minister were truly meticulous!

The Anglican, Baptist, and Evangelical leaders were dumbfounded.

They watched the scene on the screen again, replaying the moment when the pom-pom fell.

TV directors also understand the importance of program effects, so they broadcast this scene from various angles—front, side, slow motion, frame by frame—making it increasingly unsettling for the crew.

No matter how they looked at it, they couldn't find any flaws.

If they could comfort themselves with "coincidence" during the first scarf inheritance, then this time the flower ball inheritance completely broke through their psychological defenses.

The Catholic Church must have devised a method of creating miracles that they were unaware of.

I used it twice in a short period of time!

Damn it, I really don't understand!

How exactly did they do it?

All three of them were extremely anxious.

The means to create miracles is the core technology of every church!

Catholicism is now in the lead!

Vatican.

Pope Celestine VI stared at the screen, his lips twitching slightly involuntarily.

A floral ball?

Giants' flower ball?

He was so angry he almost crushed the remote control.

How can the Giants' flower ball be compared to the Saintess's silk scarf?

The saintess's silk scarf was given to Debbie in a miraculous way; it was the emperor's choice!

It is an honor for the Catholic Church!

Your rugby team's commercial logo doesn't even deserve to be displayed like this!

What blasphemy!

But they actually used it.

The flower ball just appeared out of nowhere, so bright and dazzling!

With millions of people watching online, the Virgin Mary's Legacy Silk Scarf was presented frame by frame in front of the live stream camera!

The Pope's knuckles were white as he leaned on the armrest.

The fact that such a similar scene occurred twice in just a few days could not be a coincidence.

The first person he thought of was Sawyer.

Damn it, I told him to stop interfering in this public matter!

Did he orchestrate this behind my back?

But upon closer reflection after the initial anger, it seems that this incident doesn't actually do much harm to the Catholic Church.

Aside from that eye-catching floral ball...

It would have been a real disaster for Catholicism if Debbie had turned to Protestantism because of the humiliation she suffered at the hands of the Giants.

Now the Giants' logo has floated into her hand by itself. It's like God is backing her up and letting her join the Giants. Who would dare to stop her?

Debbie has successfully joined the Giants, so she won't switch to another sect.

The crisis has been temporarily alleviated.

However, Sawyer actually dared to cooperate with that apostate David Hart in this kind of public affair!

America is full of a bunch of bastards who deserve to be burned at the stake!

Sawyer, sitting in front of the television, looked like a goldfish with its neck being squeezed, its small eyes unusually wide open, its cheeks bulging out.

WTF!

OMG!

impossible!

His brain just shut down.

What is this now?!

I feel like I've seen this scene not long ago, haven't I?

It's almost identical to the one with the Virgin Mary veil at Princeton Cathedral.

But how can the Giants' pom-pom be compared to the Virgin Mary's veil?!

That's the Virgin Mary's veil!

It's a sacred object!

How did a football team's logo pom-pom manage to miraculously end up in her hands?!

Are you even going to talk about the Bible anymore?!

Sawyer even began to suspect that someone had orchestrated the event.

It couldn't have been Debbie herself, could it?

Last night she was arguing fiercely with the Giants, and she was also exchanging accusations with Catholics, resulting in a heated online debate.

Others may not know, but doesn't he?

Debbie never acts.

If she were a good actress, she wouldn't have posted that video of "insisting on being a saint and still having a relationship."

Will His Holiness the Pope suspect that I arranged this?

The thought was like a bucket of ice water poured over Sawyer's head, chilling him to the bone.

But it really has nothing to do with me!

And how exactly was this kind of favor done?

He stared at the screen as it replayed the trajectory of the falling flower ball over and over again.

This is clearly a miracle.

God, Virgin Mary's veil, you can perform a miracle and give it to Debbie, that's one thing.

That is, after all, the legacy of the Holy Mother.

What now?

Debbie just wanted to join the Giants, but the Giants weren't interested, so you just threw the Giants' logo pom-pom into her hand?

What does that mean?

Warning the Giants they must draft Debbie, or else they'll be in for a surprise?

You call this kind of god God?

God doesn't have that much free time!

This is clearly a father who spoils his daughter rotten!

Clara's mouth dropped open.

Would an emperor be willing to go to such lengths for Debbie?

It's just joining the cheerleading squad, is it really necessary to perform miracles?

Aaron was also a bit dumbfounded. If this was some other kind of miracle, it would be blasphemous to Catholicism and the Virgin Mary.

But the young prince used a miracle to explain this...

Miracles are worthless now!

Unless God favors Debbie.

She was like a mischievous little girl; God would grant her whatever she wanted.

Just like how I felt about Clara.

Perhaps God loves Debbie very much and is willing to fulfill all of Debbie's wishes, otherwise my Clara wouldn't have recovered so quickly...

Others might doubt whether Debbie was truly a saint, but the father and daughter had absolutely no doubts.

Clara's rapid physical recovery is the best proof of this.

Debbie must be God's most beloved saint... no, his daughter!

"It's all good, Dad! Debbie will definitely make it into the Giants!" Clara said happily.

Leren laughed too.

The Giants certainly couldn't refuse such a miracle, otherwise they would be courting death.

God himself went to great lengths for his little saint, even doing mundane tasks like throwing a bouquet.

If you don't give the saint a chance, then you're not giving God a chance.

You can decide the outcome yourself.

"Yes! Debbie will definitely make it to the Giants."

Evan stared blankly at the scene.

This?

How did you do that?

impossible!

As soon as his article was published, a bunch of comments appeared: "Evan, how did this miracle happen?"

"It looks similar to the one with the Virgin Mary scarf, doesn't it?"

"Evan, are you giving this to the analyst?"

What kind of analysis am I supposed to do?!

If he could analyze it, he would start criticizing the second Holy Mother's Legacy Silk Scarf.

Why wait until now?

The comments on his article started to get out of control, with some people flooding in and maliciously demanding, "Evan, say something?"

"Didn't you say it was a fake miracle?"

"Explain?"

Evan was sweating profusely, watching intently, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the reason.

It can't really be a miracle!

I do not believe!

David Hart suddenly slapped his thigh, startling the two wealthy men next to him.

He laughed heartily, "Good! Well done! Langdon, that young master, really has some ability!"

Two wealthy friends stared in astonishment at the still-replaying image of the floral ball on the screen, leaning closer to ask, "How did you do that?"

David said smugly, "I don't care about these minor officials; they're all run by outsiders."

One person said with envy, "Your Langdon-and-Gobbs is really useful."

Another person laughed and said, "This show could totally be viewed as a magic performance, just like those large-scale illusions, where the magician has his assistant verify that there are no strings on it."

He gestured across half the screen | Delia reached out and flicked the air with her hand on the flower ball: "This scene is exactly like a magic show. That girl is your shill, right? Pretty good acting!"

"Hahaha! It was all done by the underdogs!" David Hart was overjoyed. Langdon's excellent work made him a big stunner in front of his two friends.

He picked up his phone and quickly typed a few words on the screen: "Well done, Langdon."

Langdon's pupils went unfocused, and his mind went completely blank.

who am I?

where am I?

What am I doing?

Suddenly, the phone vibrated.

He glanced down and saw a text message from Old Shi: "Well done, Langdon."

Why does everyone say I did a good job?

I really didn't do it!

Langdon took a deep breath and, in a very obsequious manner, typed a few words on the screen: "As you wish, Old Oath!"

Langdon looked up at Debbie.

Okay, now no one will question their choice of Debbie.

God has created such an atmosphere.

Why isn't he choosing?

Do you want to be reborn in hell?

The scene erupted in uproar, and it took several minutes for things to gradually quiet down.

The other girls stared at Debbie in shock and envy, their minds racing but unable to reach any conclusion.

Yesterday, the Giants seemed determined to kick Debbie out of the game, but it turns out it was all an act.

Although they couldn't understand how this was done, but...

As a cheerleader, isn't it normal to not understand many things?

These bastards are using tricks to deceive us kind and innocent cheerleaders again!

Langdon took a deep breath, forcing himself to look away from the pom-pom and continue the interview: "Okay, girl chosen by the team logo and the light, our interview must continue."

Debbie gently placed the bouquet on the table, her eyes somewhat unfocused.

She was still thinking about the message she had just sent.

She doesn't understand either.

Langdon asked, "So, do you have a boyfriend now? If future competitions require you to travel for training all year round, and you can't spend holidays with him, and he strongly opposes you being a cheerleader, would you choose to give up this job or break up with him? You have to choose one or the other; you can't give a vague answer."

This is the most talked-about issue; everyone knows that Debbie has an Asian boyfriend.

The audience was very quiet.

This question has already been asked to other girls, and everyone knows what the standard answer is: of course, it's to try to persuade your boyfriend to stay focused on his work, and if that doesn't work, then you have no choice but to break up.

This is a typical job interview question. Anyone with a little preparation knows the standard response, such as: "I will try my best to communicate, but this job is something I still love. If the other party truly loves me, they will understand me, blablabla..."

"Nobody would believe it, but that's what you have to say in this situation."

Debbie frowned.

She didn't prepare anything!

She came here today with the belief that she was bound to lose.

She glanced at the scattered Li Zhu, then spoke into the microphone: "I'm choosing a boyfriend. It's just a cheerleading job; I don't care if I don't do it. But he—there's only one."

There was a moment of silence, then it exploded.

Laughter and uproar mingled together in a chaotic mess.

The live chat was already flooded with comments like, "The most daring interviewee ever!"

"Look, Langdon's face has turned green!"

"Isn't this a form of NTR?"

Li Zhu: ? ? ?

In this situation, everyone is lying, but this silly girl is telling the truth!

Li Zhu looked at Debbie speechlessly, not knowing what to say.

Catherine almost burst out laughing.

She was very relaxed throughout. Anyway, with Lee stationed there, Debbie would make it into the Giants no matter what.

For example, the flower ball scene just now was definitely prepared by Richard for Debbie.

Are you having an affair?

You must be here today to do something official, right?

Langdon's face turned bright red, and he cursed Debbie a hundred times in his heart.

Do you know this is an interview?

what?

Do you even know this is a live job interview? My goodness, Holy Maiden!

Debbie's answer was truly unexpected.

After everyone had finished laughing, their eyes turned to Langdon.

Langdon had no choice but to bite the bullet and, his voice a little off-key than usual, shout, "Excellent!"

"What the Giants appreciate is their loyal and compassionate cheerleaders; cheerleaders should never be just dancing machines."

The Giants advocate for work-life balance. If it's truly impossible to balance both, I hope you will always prioritize staying alive!

Clap clap clap!

After Langdon finished speaking, he led the applause.

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