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The atmosphere gradually became a little solemn...

After the great God Jingqing appeared on the stage until she said the reason why she had been covering her face, Conan stepped on the brake pads and broke and she did not expect Xiaolan to ask this question.

Concealing identity... Xiaolan already knows that he is the new one.

Turning his head, Conan looked at the great god Jingqing with complicated eyes.

He now wants to hear the answer from the great god Jingqing.

After a moment of silence, the great god Jingqing raised her head, glanced at the arena where the competition was going on, and then at the people cheering for the contestants, and explained: "I also said just now, my identity is only the royal capital professional. The secret that wrestlers can know, since I have done this job, I have to abide by this agreement."

"Then you still tell us." Guangyou murmured secretly, "It's agreed to abide by the agreement."

His complaints are naturally inaudible to others. The Great God Jingqing lay on the back of the chair and continued: "Besides, I don't want her to worry about me all the time. Every match of the wolf face fighter will be done during the prime time of the TV station. Live broadcasts, matches, it is inevitable that you will get injuries all over your body, and being beaten to bleed is really commonplace...So, if I want to reveal my identity, it will only be possible until I lose."

With that, the great god Jingqing got up a little, took a deep breath, and said with a serious expression: "When my identity was revealed, it was when the wolf face fighter died in the arena."

Conan leaned on the back of his chair, lowered his head, his expression slightly heavy.

In fact, he thought so too.

"Don't think too much." Guangyou comforted: "Sooner or later, I will recover."

"I know." Conan nodded slowly.

Recovery is sure to recover. As long as the artificial intelligence is true, the recovery will be just around the corner. It's just that the near thirst can't be quenched from far away, and it's still a bit difficult at present.

Seeing that he was still thinking about him, Guangyou also knew that his comfort hadn't had any effect, so he shook his head helplessly.

In fact, he wanted to say to Conan, "Don't think about it so much, today your task is to give out the chocolate", but Xiao Ai was there and he couldn't tell about the gift.

Otherwise, the sense of surprise is gone.

"Then Mr. God, why do you want to tell us your identity?" Uncle Maori asked Guangyou the question that Guangyou had just complained about. "We are not imperial capital professional wrestlers either."

"Well, this is because my girlfriend is a fan of your loyal reasoning, Mr. Maori." Great God Jingqing suddenly took out a signature board from below, and said shyly, "I want it to be if I don't identify myself, I am afraid that It's impossible to get your signature for her, so..."

In fact, Guangyou wants to tell the great god Jingqing that Uncle Maori’s signature is very good, and there is no need to identify himself.

Just tell Uncle Maori, "My girlfriend is Mr. Maori your loyal reasoning fan, I want to ask for an autograph for her".

Ninety-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine percent can be obtained.

"Fans? Signatures?" The corner of Uncle Maori's mouth was frantically raised, but in the next second he realized that he wanted to maintain that kind of superior demeanor, so he coughed, forcibly suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, put on a calm expression, and stretched out his hand I took the signature board and pen, "It's just a signature, and it's not worth money."

After signing his name on the signature board, Uncle Maori returned the pen and signature board to the god Jingqing, and at the same time asked: "In this case, Mr. God, didn't you just wear the mask? Can you ask me for it?"

"That's right, but the person of the wolf-face warrior is Mexican." Great God Jingqing happily put away the signature board and explained, "I can't go as a'Mexican' without an interpreter. Communicate with the Japanese, if I ask you to sign and give it to a Japanese woman, it will definitely make the audience suspicious."

At this moment, a man with a band-aid on his face leaned into the ear of Great God Jingqing and said, "Mr. Great God, it's time to prepare."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Great God Jingqing nodded, got up and said to a few people, "Mr. Maori, I'm going to prepare for the game now, so I'll leave first. I hope you can enjoy the next game."

"Then I wish you a winning streak."

"Thank you, I will try my best."

After bidding farewell to the god Jingqing, Uncle Maori turned his head and continued to enjoy the game, while Conan turned his head and glanced at the direction where the god Jingqing had left, and murmured: "When his identity is exposed, it is the time to die...huh."

...

A few minutes later, the battle on the ring came to an end. The master surnamed Kiba took advantage of the situation to beat his opponent on the ground, making him unable to move.

"Ding!!"

The bell of victory rang, Kiba raised his hand to signal to the audience, enjoying the applause of the winner.

Uncle Maori was infected by the lively atmosphere on the scene and couldn't help standing up and waving his arms: "The master of professional wrestling in the Imperial Capital is different. The fight is really wonderful!"

"The wolf face warrior will be on the stage soon." Xiaolan swept away her sad expression, opened the brochure, and said, "I don't know if the wolf face warrior can win a streak."

"Sister Xiaolan, I want to go to the bathroom." Guangyou wanted to take advantage of the short break after the game to solve this problem, and made a phone call by the way, "I will be back before the game starts."

"Then you go quickly." Xiaolan said, "There are so many people here, please pay attention to you."

"Got it."

After speaking, Guangyou got up from the chair and walked to the entrance.

....

"How did you keep up?" Guangyou just walked out of the arena, not long before he found that Conan had followed him, and asked, "Go to the bathroom too?"

"That's just one of the reasons." Conan didn't lie either. He did want to go to the bathroom, but he had other purposes.

Looking at Guangyou with a natural look, Conan struggled, and couldn't help but ask: "Just now, I want to ask you what you think."

Guangyou blurted out without thinking, "Of course you are sitting and watching. Are you jumping and watching?"

"..." Conan just choked. Why doesn't this person play cards according to the routine?

But he got used to it. After a while, Conan asked again: "It's not about how you watch the game..."

"Then how do you watch the game I know, and I can't control it." Guangyou glanced at Conan, and interrupted directly, "Even if you jump to watch the game, I have no problem."

"..." Conan was silent.

Is this on purpose?

"It's not asking how you watch the game, or how I watch the game." Conan took a breath and said patiently, "It's asking..."

"Are you asking how Uncle Maori watched the game? Or asked Xiaolan how he watched the game?" Guangyou held back a smile and continued to interrupt, "You should ask yourself these questions, not me."

Okay, I'm sure, this product is definitely intentional.

"Can you listen to me well?" Conan said, pressing his temper, "I'm asking..."

This time it wasn't Guangyou who did it, but Conan interrupted him himself, because he was afraid that Guangyou would interrupt him again.

He watched for a while, and then made sure that Guangyou didn't interrupt, and then said, "I actually..."

"Say it!" Guangyou turned his head to look at Conan, and complained, "I stopped and waited for you to say it, why didn't you say it again?"

"..."

Conan suddenly felt tired.

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