Chapter 123 Return to old business?
In the stadium hall.
Ouyang Na stood, looked at the door, and then looked inside.
No action for a long time.
Well, well, she is a veritable road idiot, and she has no idea about directions.
When she comes to the stadium in the morning, she always asks her little assistant to bring her here.
However, now, she has almost forgotten all about the road she bumped into before!
Patting her head in frustration, she turned around.
Was wondering, his eyes lit up when he caught sight of the employee who was collecting garbage in the corner.
She doesn't know how to get there, but she can ask someone!
Unexpectedly, just as she raised her foot, a figure suddenly passed in front of her, bumping into her.
His body tilted, his center of gravity was unstable and he fell to the ground.
The sunglasses also fell to the ground.
The floor in the stadium is covered with marble tiles, and the pain caused by people falling on it is not small.
On the ground, Ouyang Na bared her teeth in pain.
Looked up, but only saw a figure running out quickly from the back.
He came up angrily.
"Hey slave (you)—"
Naihe's mask blocked her voice, and she pulled it off in a panic and said loudly, "Are you a person of quality? Don't you know I'm sorry if you hit someone? Sigh~"
People in the hall were silent for a moment, looking at her in unison.
There is a bit of curiosity in it.
Ouyang Na got up quickly, picked up her sunglasses, bent down and patted the side of her legs, and muttered softly: "Who is it, I'm sorry, I can't even say a word..."
She was waiting in line, when she suddenly heard someone say: "Ouyang Na?! Look, is that Ouyang Na?"
Ouyang Na raised her face subconsciously.
It was only then that she suddenly realized that her face was clean: she took off the mask!
The whole face was completely exposed as she lifted it up, and even wearing a hat couldn't block the recognition of that face.
"Look quickly! It's really Ouyang Na!"
Because it is a national competition, there are many media reporters who came to the scene today.
Walked two waves before her.
Unfortunately, she ran into the last wave of reporters who had withdrawn from the infield after interviewing.
Beside the person who spoke, other reporters were either fiddling with cameras, or holding materials, or three or two people were discussing this or something.
After hearing the words, they all looked at her in unison.
Regardless of whether he patted off the dust on his body, he ran outside.
only.
Those reporters were obviously not vegetarians, they kept chasing her.
As soon as she stepped out of the gate of the stadium, she was surrounded by crowds.
One microphone after another rubbed against her face.
It was accompanied by crackling questions.
"May I ask when did Miss Ouyang Na arrive in China? Why haven't we received any news?"
All journalists are eloquent.
Some people felt something different about the international supermodel Ouyang Na appearing in the stadium.
Every reporter's questioning is in a different way, hoping to get useful news from Ouyang Na.
"May I ask if Ms. Ouyang Na returned to China this time for the NAS Moxiu election?"
"Yes, yes, please tell me..."
"I heard that Ms. Ouyang Na also participated in OM's Angel Contest not long ago and won the championship in one fell swoop. How do you feel about this competition?"
The microphone and the person were getting closer and closer, making Ouyang Na feel breathless for a moment.
She secretly scolded herself for being so careless.
Why did you forget that today's competition will send reporters from various media to the scene to collect information, and it will not be easy to lose all of them?
Now she is surrounded by all kinds of people, and she is full of moving mouths and microphones in every direction.
Ouyang Na lowered her head, raised one hand to press the brim of her hat, and straightened her mask again.
It's no wonder she's going to deal with these crappy reporters!
No matter what the question is, she will not answer it.
It's just that her silence didn't make this group of people give up.
"Why did Ms. Ouyang Na appear alone in this free fighting competition? Do you want to return to the old profession..."
"Is that so? Miss Ouyang, please tell me..."
"..."
Suddenly, a slightly low and indistinguishable voice came in abruptly:
"Sorry, let me just..."
The reporters quieted down unanimously.
Turn your head and look outside.
Ah woo~
Good night~
Now the college entrance examination is 97 days away, and the time is very tight, so there are few updates, please forgive me~
(end of this chapter)