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Chapter 393 - 394: Won a Round_1

Chapter 393: Chapter 394: Won a Round_1

Player one chose to admit defeat, and so Li Changlin won a round.

The match between player four and player twelve wasn’t over yet, so Li Changlin just sat still, quietly waiting for their match to conclude.

"Damn, he actually won so easily. It looks like Li Changlin could definitely take the championship!"

"It’s ridiculous! That player one was so damn timid!"

"Oh come on, what gives you the right to judge? Why don’t you go up there and try?"

"Forget it, I am not a masochist!"

"The god of men is mighty, the god of men is brilliant, the god of men, I want to have your babies!"

"My god of men, sniffle, it’s such a pity that he’s already taken!"

"Psht, what’s there to fear, as long as you wield the hoe well, no corner is undiggable. Sisters, we must not lose heart!"

"You go then. Standing next to the god of men makes me feel inferior."

Listening to the endless discussion from the crowd, Li Changlin really didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

He was also worried that Qian Ziwei would feel jealous and angry, so he quickly turned his head to look at her.

Feeling Li Changlin’s gaze, Qian Ziwei immediately revealed a sweet smile and then waved her fist in a cheering gesture to Li Changlin.

Li Changlin saw it, smiled back, and also made a reassuring gesture.

"Ay, ay, Brother Changlin and Sister-in-law Changlin are showing off their love!" Zhou Ziyu immediately laughed and exclaimed when she saw their actions.

"I saw Brother Changlin, he’s really impressive."

"Facing the challenges, Brother Changlin truly has professional strength now."

"Haha, I bet the regulars in the calligraphy events are going to have to step aside now!"

"Speaking of which, when Brother Changlin gets back to Jincheng, shouldn’t we also organize a couplet challenge event?"

"That’s a good idea, we can have Marshal Sister organize it when the time comes."

Marshal Sister refers to Eyes Within Eyes Jing Zhong Jing, who had actually been promoted to the rank of Grand Marshal.

But since the brothers were used to calling her Marshal, they hadn’t changed the way they addressed her.

Seeing the lively chat in the live broadcast, Qian Ziwei naturally interacted with everyone. Meanwhile, Li Changlin sat back down and didn’t continue to pay attention to the match on the other side.

It didn’t take long for the match between player four and player twelve to finally end. The latter had the edge by one point and won the victory over player four.

Now that the winners of both groups had been determined, the male host instructed the staff to remove the extra two tables and chairs. The stage was left with only Li Changlin and player twelve.

After rearranging the tables and chairs for the two contestants, Li Changlin and player twelve were positioned opposite each other.

At that moment, the two hosts and five judges all stood together before announcing the start of the match.

This was the final showdown. Once someone claimed the final victory, it meant that the Spring Festival couplets for Huacheng would be authored by the winner—a tremendous honor.

Furthermore, all of the couplet covers would have an introduction to this couplet selection event, especially information about the champion, which would be written into it.

This was more than a matter of simple honor.

Take Li Changlin, for example. He was doing live broadcasting. If his occupation were written onto the cover of the Spring Festival couplets, it would amount to a form of soft advertising.

Even though not everyone who saw his information would necessarily follow Li Changlin’s live broadcasts, there was still a good chance that a portion of them would become viewers.

Although this portion might be small, considering the tens of millions in Huacheng, plus migrant workers, and the population of the two subordinate counties, the number of people was quite vast.

Previously, Li Changlin was unaware of the event rules, so he didn’t pay much attention to the ranking rewards.

But now, after hearing the hosts’ commentary, a sudden realization hit him.

It was fortunate that Li Changlin had persevered in the competition, following Zhou Ziyu’s request. Otherwise, he would have seriously regretted it by now.

With the competition declared to start, it was time for both sides to pose their questions. With a slight smile, Li Changlin picked up the microphone. He hadn’t expected player twelve would make it this far.

However, for the sake of the final victory, he couldn’t go easy anymore.

Picking up the microphone, Li Changlin was ready to pose the question, when suddenly, the contestant from the opposite side also grabbed the microphone and shouted first, "Please wait a moment, hosts, I have something to say to Mr. Li."

"Oh?" The hosts were slightly stunned, and the female host looked at Li Changlin, "Mr. Li, player twelve has something to say to you. Do you agree to listen?"

"It’s fine, player twelve, please speak." Although Li Changlin could completely refuse the request, he wasn’t the type to be so uncompromising.

So after hearing the female host’s question, he nodded.

"Okay, player twelve, go ahead." The female host was quite curious about what player twelve wanted to say.

At this moment, the entire place fell silent, everyone looking forward to what player twelve wanted to say to Li Changlin.

Looking directly at Li Changlin, player twelve earnestly said, "Mr. Li, before the match starts, I want to thank you."

"Oh, why do you want to thank me?" Li Changlin was slightly taken aback, looking at the other party in bewilderment.

"Yeah, this is so weird. Why does he want to thank my god of men?"

"He isn’t being silly, is he? He’s supposed to be Li Changlin’s opponent now, why is he thanking him?"

"I guess Li Changlin must have put a lot of pressure on him, giving him enough motivation!"

"Maybe, but there’s no need to say that out loud. After all, they’re in the middle of a match. Is he trying to use psychological tactics to shake Li Changlin’s confidence?"

"Just watch, I reckon it’s not that simple."

Hearing that player twelve wanted to thank his own opponent surprised everyone, from the audience to Li Changlin himself, leaving them feeling astonished.

It didn’t make sense—could it be that the contestant really broke through because of the pressure from Li Changlin while responding to the couplet challenge?

The thought nearly made Li Changlin laugh out loud.

It’s just couplet writing after all, not martial arts.

It’s one thing for a martial arts expert to break through personal limits under great pressure, which Li Changlin could understand.

But this couplet response thing, forget it, it doesn’t make any sense at all!

So, realizing it was unlikely that the contestant was thanking him for that reason, Li Changlin felt a faint sense of anticipation.