The Goddess of Sword’s Journey Across the Stars

  Chapter 1001 Explanation

  The thousand-man team battle just now was the hottest battle in the low-level arena today, so the arena staff also understood a little bit, especially the discussion about the final result.

  But before I said a few words, I saw the two parties involved.

   "It's really Ferred and that 987."

   "How did the two of them get together? Isn't it a fight?"

   "It doesn't look like..."

  At least on the surface, the expressions of both of them were calm.

   instead made everyone suspicious.

  Feng Jiu had already walked to the counter after being looked at. He scanned the rules for recruiting players standing next to him, and then said: "Register."

  The staff came back to their senses and looked at him hesitantly and said: "Your Excellency, you can't apply for our arena players for the time being, or...you go to look elsewhere?"

  The wind hasn't gone for a long time, and he reached out and clicked on the screen on the stage: "Commentary."

  The staff's eyes fell on his hands involuntarily, unexpectedly that this gentleman's hands were so good-looking, and then he reacted, and suddenly he was stunned: "What?"

  But she was the front desk of an arena as big as St. Ann, and she quickly recalled.

  "You mean you want to apply for a commentary?!"

  Not only the girl who talks, but the other people are also bewildered.

  What did he just say?

  Improper player as a commentary? ? ?

  Feng Jiu nodded, and at the same time quickly filled out the form and submitted it.

  The girl took a professional glance and adjusted her expression.

  But she was not in a hurry to speak, and she shook her colleague with her left hand behind her.

  The latter suddenly knowingly sent a message to the person in charge before.

  The opponent only confessed that No. 987 will not be allowed to enter the low-level court, but they didn’t want to be a player, so they came to explain it?

   "Are you going to be a commentator?"

  Ferrel also looked at Fengjiu in surprise, obviously he didn't expect him to have such an idea.

  The person in charge did not reply. Seeing that Fengjiu was still waiting for the result, the girl couldn't help but glance at the submitted information.

  I saw a blank space above. Except for the name, there was no work experience and the like. The only one I participated in was the just-concluded Thousand-Man team battle, and I took the first place...

   sounds amazing.

  But if they hadn't seen how they got the victory with their own eyes, they would have paid more attention.

  To tell the truth, with this resume, there is no one to stop them, and the probability of entering their St. Ann Arena is not high.

  The girl was afraid that Fengjiu’s expectations would be too high, so she said euphemistically: "Your Excellency had better accumulate more work experience, which will help you enter Saint Ann."

  The words fell, and without waiting to say anything, the person in charge had already rushed over in person, and his expression was not very good when he saw Fengjiu and the other two.

  Especially Ferrer, who refused his invitation in front of his head, turned around and ran here, obviously didn't look at him!

  The person in charge has some right to speak in the low-level field, and he is usually held up by others, so he can't stand other people's saving his face like this, so what he says is not good.

   "Yeah, isn't this our top and runner-up in the Thousand-Men team battle? Why don't you come here as a commentator if you are a good player?"

  The person in charge smiled particularly ugly: "But not everyone can do the commentary. This is about qualifications. Let me see where you all live."

  He glanced at the long-lasting information, and suddenly smiled deeper: "Oh, I haven't done it at all."

  The sarcasm on the face of the person in charge almost made him swear by pointing directly at the person.

  Ferrel raised his eyebrows, his expression already a little unpleasant.

   However, looking at the person involved for a long time, he didn't even look at the person in charge, all he was treated as air.

  The original person in charge was just ridiculing casually while holding the shelf. He was really angry when he saw it. He pointed at Fengjiu and shouted: "Throw him out, can we Sheng'an come in for any messy people!"

  The staff was taken aback by the appearance of his sudden madness, but they all knew that he was not good at talking, had a bad temper, and did not dare to provoke them, so they could only look at the gentleman who seemed to be young in front of him embarrassingly.

  But there is always no shortage of people here, and there are already guards nearby who want to obey the person in charge and drive people out.

  Ferrel just took a step forward when he heard a burst of laughter in the distance.

   "Hey, why is it so lively here?"

   "Mr. Zhang."

  The staff immediately salutes the visitors respectfully, much more cautious than the person in charge.

  Mr. Zhang walked over in a stride, and glanced at the person in charge with a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes.

  The eyes of the person in charge looking at him are also not very friendly.

  The staff bowed their heads and dared not speak.

  The St. Ann Arena has many competition areas and the same number of management personnel. Each field has multiple leaders. Each team leader has a group of players underneath, and competition among each other is fierce.

The person in charge of    can only be regarded as a relatively marginal person in the low-level field, and the master he is leaning against is the rival of this Mr. Zhang.

  This is something that everyone knows internally.

  In order to improve the players' competitive spirit, the arena has never stopped these tit-for-tat confrontations, and will only take charge of them when they do too much.

  And this "excessive" boundary is still very broad, at least just a few noisy sentences are completely out of this list.

  Mr. Zhang's gaze swept past the person in charge. He didn't mean to talk to him at all. He stretched out his hand directly to Ferrerd and said, "Zhang Ling, look up to the name for a long time."

  Ferald glanced at him calmly, and stretched out his hand: "Hello."

  Mr. Zhang turned to Fengjiu again: "Mr. Feng Yi?"

  He laughed and said: "I just watched the match between the two people. It was very exciting. I am more straightforward and not verbose. Zhang is very optimistic about the potential of the two. I wonder if the two are willing to come to our St. Ann?"

  The staff next to him looked over while hesitating.

Zhang Ling nodded and said: "I know that Mr. Feng intends to give a commentary, but it is true that our commentary by Sheng'an is not mandatory, but is specified by the players. Mr. Feng's resume is indeed a disadvantage. If you call someone by name, you may have to be a cold bench all the time."

  He did not hide it, and then suggested: "If Mr. Feng insists, it is best to participate in a training, and then wait for the opportunity to appear."

  It's just that he is not very optimistic about this approach.

  There are too many explanations from the training, but there are not many who can come out in the end.

  Different from the players on the field, the status and age have a great influence. The commentary is that the longer the age, the more popular it is.

  The older ones do not retire, and the younger ones will not be able to do it. Unless they have a particularly dazzling performance, they can stand out and fight for a place.

  So the competition in this industry is no less than that of the players.

  Zhang Ling managed dozens of people under his hand, with players and commentators, so the people's vision is not bad.

  For the short time of this meeting, he hadn't heard Feng say a word for a long time, at most he nodded politely.

   Such a person who doesn’t like to speak, he is actually very surprised why the other party wants to be a commentator...

  How to see how inappropriate.

But Zhang Ling is different from the little person in charge. He is sleek. As long as the relationship is not openly stalemate, he is friendly to everyone. No one knows if there will be a chance to meet in the future. He always has to keep some. room.

  Perhaps because of the different ways of dealing with people, he is particularly at odds with the person in charge.

  And the person in charge next to him was already angry.

  Zhang Ling ignored him and talked with Ferrer amicably, directly making his previous rushing talk a fart!

  But Zhang Ling's status in Sheng'an is higher than him, and the backing is not there. The person in charge has no confidence to get angry with him, so he can only say, "I said so much, but I dare not accept it."

  He originally ran a sentence casually, but after thinking about it, it was wonderful.

  Don’t Zhang Ling want to be a good person?

  It happened to collect this waste, and it also made their team lose face.

  If you don’t accept it, then there is no way to maintain a kind pseudoface, so you can slap yourself in the face.

  He never suffers.

  Thinking about this, the person in charge's mood suddenly improved.

   continued his efforts and said: "Captain Zhang is so optimistic about the newcomer, so he will recruit him. If he doesn't recruit, he will look down on them and talk nonsense."

  Zhang Ling still treats him as farting and ignores him at all, so he is very stable.

  Ferrel took a look at the person in charge, then turned to Zhang Ling and said, "He will be my personal commentator from now on, and the cooperation is happy."

Hearing this, let alone the person in charge was stunned, Zhang Ling was also a little surprised, but when he saw Fengjiu, he didn't mean to refuse, he immediately laughed and said, "Cooperate happily. I don’t have many rules here, as long as it’s not excessive. It’s up to you to decide which competition to participate in and when to play."

  They reached an agreement here, but the person in charge was unhappy.

  He originally intended to throw the waste to Zhang Ling, but he didn't expect to even push Ferrer out.

  Although the opponent's strength is not at the top in the Saint Arrangement, it still has great potential. It is a good combat power to cultivate, and it is still **** to be snatched by the enemy.

  None of the three of them took him seriously, except that Ferrer gave him a look, so that the two of them were completely ignored and ignored.

  The person in charge is used to being domineering, and at this time he doesn't want to worry about Zhang Ling's identity.

   But there is a bit of sane after all.

  It really makes a lot of noise, he will definitely not be able to catch it well.

   Seeing the three people walking away, the person in charge sneered: "Heh, maybe there is a mess with the old boss. Since you are going to take the trouble yourself, I have no reason to stop it."

   finished speaking and left in a huff.

  The staff were relieved, never mentioning what they saw just now, just as if they hadn’t seen anything.

  Zhang Ling took the two to the third floor.

  The rest areas for players in the low-level and intermediate-level fields are here.

  To put it simply, it is the staff dormitory.

  One single room per person.

  However, the dormitory specifications are different depending on the player's level.

   Zhang Ling is in a good mood to be able to recruit players at Ferreder's level.

  In fact, he is more optimistic about Feng Yi’s performance in the arena, but since he wants to be a commentator, let’s try it first.

  Finally proved that it was not possible and then turned around, it was the same, anyway, it was with him.

   Before coming, Zhang Ling had already made preparations, so all the contracts are ready, as long as they are signed.

Feng Jiu also signed, but in the identity of Feng Yi.

  He really didn't even ask for anything, and he could say anything.

   Zhang Ling feels better when he sees him talking so well.

"Now, here is the ID card. You can check all the events in the arena. If you have any events you want to participate in, you can register. If you have a high winning rate, you can also get extra bonuses. There are detailed explanations in the relevant content. You can check it out for yourself. ."

  Just like what Zhang Ling said before, there are not many rules in him, and he will not force players to participate in the competition. Everything is up to them.

  This degree of freedom is very rare.

  At least other teams basically can't do it.

   But Zhang Ling’s approach is also justified.

  Generally, players who come to the St. Ann Arena have a purpose. For this purpose, they will try to climb up, and there will rarely be negative matches.

  Unless it is a special situation, and he just took advantage of this to learn the emotions of the players.

  What's more, if the player doesn't compete, he doesn't have the money to take it at most, so he won't lose money.

  "You can contact me anytime if you have anything."

  After explaining, Zhang Ling did not bother them, and left first.

  Fereld is not a pure rookie, so Zhang Ling gave him a good treatment, and it is a lounge configuration for mid-level players.

  Feng Jiu followed, and got a room next to him.

   "Then we will be partners in the future." Ferrer stretched out his hand to Fengjiu: "Please advise."

  Feng Jiu touched him.

  Ferrel's sight swept across Feng Jiu's hand.

  This is a pair of carefully maintained hands that have not been polished.

  It doesn't work with fighters or mecha divisions at all, at least they have not received rigorous training.

  Ferrel initially judged that Feng Yi is a rich young master with good family conditions and some talents.

  Maybe this time I just came out for a play, otherwise it would not be so perfunctory in the previous games for performance.

   Seeing that the other party didn’t want to talk more, Ferrer didn’t bother to say anything irrelevant: "I don’t know what your requirements for the event are?"

   "As soon as possible." Fengjiu said.

  "That means all types can be used?" Ferrerd said: "If this is the case, we can have another battle in the afternoon, and I will notify you when the time comes."

After the two exchanged communication numbers, Feng Jiu returned to his room.

  Ferrel was sitting on the sofa. In fact, he didn't know how Feng Jiu's commentary level was. He really didn't know what he could do with such a pity like gold.

  But this is not important.

  The commentary does not affect his game.

  Ferrel immediately recognized the ID card and began to select among the competition events of the day.

  He is in good spirits now, otherwise he would not agree to Fengjiu's coming again that day.

  Ferrel scanned the list, and finally selected a suitable game and signed up.

  Zhang Ling prepared well and even gave them a wardrobe after signing the contract.

  Ferrard is casual wear and combat uniform. Feng Jiu wants to be the commentary, which is a little more formal.

  If there are other needs, they have to buy them themselves, or spend some money to find a dedicated person in the arena to arrange.

  But this is nothing.

  Feng Jiu entered the door and saw a game live on the screen in the living room.

  A real-life challenge.

  And the player who provokes the enemy with a flamboyant face is...Mao Chen.

  (End of this chapter)