she is sweeter than sugar

[Wc, if not even the Tennis Association has spoken, I would really believe your nonsense! 】

[Anyway, it's a first-line commentary, and it can't even tell if the ball is real or fake. Could it be intentional? 】

[I'm laughing so hard, how can a person who can't even tell the difference between a real ball and a fake ball become a commentator, and speak so convincingly on the Internet?Are you not afraid of misleading others? 】

[I have seen it myself and have it appraised by an expert in video appraisal?Each person opened their mouths and spoke empty words, but what they said seemed to be true.If it weren't for the Tennis Association's announcement, I wouldn't have discovered that you haven't even mentioned which expert you are, but you can really make it up! 】

Look at the abuse below.

The brain of the first-level commentator exploded with a bang!

His eyes were fixed on those comments, and he felt that his brain was about to burst!

He kept swiping the screen, reading every comment in a daze.

The Tennis Club... The Tennis Club...

Many people have mentioned the Tennis Association!

But how could the Tennis Association speak in such a place, how could it be possible to take care of such things?

The first-level commentator's eyes were red like crazy. According to the information in the netizens' words, he went to Qi Xiaodong's Weibo and found the comment sent by the Tennis Association.

Click on the avatar of the Tennis Association.

The first-level commentary no longer has the slightest fluke.

This is a real tennis club...

Going back to his Weibo homepage again, the number of Weibo fans has dropped precipitously, all reminding him...

The trend is over!

"Hello? Hello? Brother, are you listening?"

"This matter must be dealt with quickly, otherwise, your career as a commentator will be over!"

Hearing the assistant's prompt, the first-level commentator came to his senses, and subconsciously wanted to delete those two Weibo posts that had gained him nearly a million followers.

It's just... the finger of his explanation landed on the delete button, and then stopped hesitantly.

If he just deleted Weibo, wouldn't he be admitting that he did something wrong?

In that case, it will be even more embarrassing in the future!

Thinking about it, the first-level commentator gritted his teeth.

"We won't delete these two Weibo posts! If we delete them, we're really doomed! Get an expert's appraisal result right now! You can bribe an expert or fake it, go!"

The first-level commentator already had a new plan in mind.

At that time, he only needs to say that at the beginning, he really felt that the skills in this video were unexpected, and he was just talking. Afterwards, with expert appraisal, he dared to say so much!

As long as this is the case, he can completely pin the blame on a certain video appraisal expert and extract himself from this matter.

After all, besides him, many people also think that this video is fake.

He will be wrong, isn't it also a normal thing?

As long as he admits his mistakes quickly after getting the "evidence" of the identification results from the unwarranted experts, with a sincere attitude and words, showing his innocence and the attitude of being a victim, he will definitely earn another wave of sympathy fans !

Netizens forget things very quickly, as long as this thing passes, he will definitely be able to make a comeback again!

Thinking of this, the mood of the first-level commentator finally stabilized a little.

Just looking at the number of fans showing a cliff-like decline, he felt heartache again.

At this moment, the assistant's phone rang again, and the first-level commentator quickly picked it up.

"elder brother……"

"What's the matter? Didn't I tell you to find an expert to make evidence quickly? Get it done so quickly?"

The assistant's voice was extremely difficult and trembling, "Brother, there is no need to do this anymore..."

The first-level commentator frowned, "What do you mean there is no need to do this?"

Thinking of something, the first-level commentator was shocked, "Could it be possible that things have turned around? The Tennis Association made a mistake. In fact, this video is fake?"

At this moment, the first-level commentator didn't notice the slightest hint of joy in the assistant's tone.

I just wishful thinking that things will develop according to the development track I want.

"Brother, no, just now the tennis association called... saying that you have been expelled from the association and will never be hired..."

The assistant's words were like a bucket of cold water, which was directly poured on the head of the first-level commentator.

Cool to the heart!

In the past, being able to enter the Tennis Association has always been the most proud thing for a first-level commentator.

But now, he was expelled from the Tennis Association.

This will be a stain on his life.

The most important thing is that as soon as news of his expulsion from the tennis association spreads, he will no longer have a foothold in the entire tennis world...

"Also, the organizer of the tennis live broadcast also sent a message, saying that what is said now does not count. In addition, the advertisers who received it before also demanded to terminate the contract and compensate for the loss..."

"The meaning of the company...is that some big shots want to block you..."

After listening, the head of the first-level commentator was buzzing, and he sat down on the bed all of a sudden.

It's over, it's all over...

...

...

Gu Ci and Wen Zixin were completely unaware of the confrontations on the Internet.

At this time, they had just arrived at a manor.

Wen Zixin said to the security guard standing in front of the manor, "We are Yan Moyu's classmates, we have something to do with her, is she at home now?"

Hearing the words Yan Moyu, Anbao's eyes flashed, and then he shook his head quickly, and said firmly, "Miss Moyu lived here when she was in school."

"Where does Yan Moyu usually live?"

The security guard did not inform, "If you want to know, you can ask Miss Mo Yu directly, I have no right to tell."

Wen Zixin patiently explained to the security guard, "Uncle, we are really Mo Yu's classmates. We couldn't contact her, so we found her at the address she left. Can you tell us where she usually lives?"

With that said, Wen Zixin took out her own again.The student ID card clearly stated the words No. 12 Middle School Class [-].

However, the security guard didn't even look at it, and still maintained his original attitude.

Gu Ci glanced at the manor, and then said lightly, "Since we're not here, let's go first, don't bother me."

Wen Zixin wanted to say something, but was held back by Gu Ci.

Seeing this, Wen Zixin didn't say anything, and left with Gu Ci.

After the two got into the car and left, the security went directly to the landline and made a call to the manor.

"Miss Mo Yu, the two people you mentioned have already left."

In the manor, Yan Moyu stayed in her room.

Hearing this, a touch of complexity flashed across her eyes.

"okay, I get it."

After saying that, Yan Moyu hung up the phone.

Not long after, there was a knock on her door, and before she could say anything, the door was opened.

A luxuriously dressed woman appeared in front of Yan Moyu with a kind smile on her face.

Yan Moyu's voice was cold, "It's not good to enter the room without permission, cousin."

However, the woman walked in and sat down beside Yan Moyu without any embarrassment or embarrassment.

She looked at Yan Moyu with a smile and leaned forward.

"Mo Yu's words are wrong. This is my home. How can I need other people's permission to enter my room? Do you think this is the truth?"

After she finished speaking, she seemed to realize that she had said something wrong, and covered her mouth.

Then she took Yan Moyu's hand affectionately, "Look at what I said, Mo Yu, don't treat yourself as an outsider, this will always be your home."

Yan Moyu indifferently withdrew his hand from the woman's, "What's the matter with my cousin looking for me?"

Only then did the woman get to the point with a smile, "I heard that Mo Yu is going to leave?"

[The author has something to say]

When I was writing these two chapters, I happened to have similarities with some people and things I met, and I had a lot of feelings

Originally I thought that what I was writing was just fiction, fiction.

But recently, someone like a first-level commentator, who can put a big hat on a person's head with just his feelings and meager knowledge, was actually met by me hhh

Suddenly I understood what it means that novels come from life, but there is no tennis club in real life, after all, it can only be unsatisfactory...