"Mr. Chu, Mr. Chu, may I ask you, you won the Youth Championship in the National Competition and ranked first young master in the Ming Dynasty. What do you think at this moment? Are you still excited and unable to extricate yourself?"

"I'm not excited. I'm very lonely."

"Mr. Chu, do you have anything to say to those warriors who have lost to you, such as Tang Zhan?"

"Continue to work hard, the future is promising."

"Mr. Chu, will you participate in the World's No. 1 Fighting God Competition in the Year after, representing the Ming Dynasty in the World Competition, and continue to defend the supreme glory of the world's first young warriors in the Ming Dynasty?"

"Let me talk about it. Maybe in the next year, I will lose my qualification."

"So Mr. Chu, what you mean is that your martial arts may stagnate or even go backwards?"

"How did you become a reporter? Did the reading comprehension be taught by the school cleaning aunt? I mean that in the next year, I will be a grand master or even a Gangqi realm. How can I participate in such a competition that young warriors below the True Qi realm can participate in?"

"Mr. Chu, we noticed that Miss Xue Ziwei stood up with your fans and cheered for you during your competition. According to our lip-talk expert's interpretation, she found that she was even shouting to give birth to a monkey for you. Is Miss Xue Ziwei pursuing you? Will you respond to her passionate pursuit of you?"

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes, with a hot sales nationwide, the third volume will be launched nationwide on October 1st. Stay tuned. Please book now and enjoy a 95% discount. Booking phone number..."

"Mr. Chu, please don't care about other things. You and Miss Xue Ziwei..."

"Security, security!"

"Mr. Chu, may I ask you and Miss Qin Ling both won the championship tonight. On this occasion of double happiness, will you and Miss Qin Ling strike while the iron is hot tonight..."

"Security, security!"

"Mr. Chu, Mr. Chu..."

After finally breaking through the siege of reporters, Chu Tianxing wiped away the sweat from his forehead and looked back at Qin Ling:

"These reporters are really... I'll just go! Why are you?"

Well, Qin Ling, who was supposed to be following him, was squeezed apart at some point.

Now Mo Ming has become Xue Ziwei...

"I'm protecting you in secret!"

Xue Ziwei blinked, spread her hands, and her palms were filled with small notes and various small cloth pieces:

"Look, many female reporters are not embarrassed to you, trying to corrupt your will and destroy your body. Then I tried my best to destroy their plans. Don't thank me, this is what I should do."

As he said that, he rubbed his hands and rubbed the small notes and small pieces of cloth that recorded precious information into gray.

Chu Tianxing smiled heartily and gave her a thumbs up:

"It's you, you've done a pretty job!"

At this moment, Qin Ling's voice suddenly came:

"Heaven, heaven! I'm here!"

Chu Tianxing looked up and saw Qin Ling holding a trophy in one hand and a backpack in the other, trekking hard by the reporter's siege.

Well, although the value and attention of the youth group champion is far lower than that of the youth group champion, Qin Ling also wants to be beautiful, have a figure and a promising high-quality girl idol, and has a fantastic intimate relationship with Chu Tianxing, so she is naturally surrounded by reporters.

Chu Tianxing hurried over, picked Qin Ling out, and quickly fled towards the parking lot.

Xue Ziwei wanted to follow her, but she didn't expect a nun in green who came out of the diagonal thorn and grabbed her:

"Where do you want to go?"

Xue Ziwei blinked her eyes twice:

"I want to get a car, can't I follow it back to the hotel?"

Master Mieqing snorted coldly:

"Then Chu Tianxing and Qin Ling are born with a handsome and beautiful woman. I don't know how beautiful the world of the two is. Do you need to use your little bald head to light them as light bulbs?

"Be honest, take a taxi with your teacher and go back to recite scriptures."

Xue Ziwei immediately looked at his master with resentment:

"I said I wanted to grow my hair, but you didn't want to let me go, and why do Buddhist disciples need to be pure in six senses...

"Now, I don't have hair, but my whole body is clean, except for my eyebrows and eyelashes, one..."

Master Mieqing was so quick-witted that before she could finish her words, he covered her mouth like lightning and dragged her away from the front of the venue, finally stopping the express train that was about to be launched.

Chu Tianxing and Qin Ling went to the parking lot and met Shu Lingge and Zhong Yuzhuo.

Zhong Yuzhuo was responsible for driving. After driving the car out of the parking lot, she smiled and said:

"Junior Brother Chu, Xiao Ling'er, you both won the championship tonight. Two happy things are coming. Do you have to celebrate it well?"

Shu Lingge nodded repeatedly:

"Let's find a barbecue restaurant to have a big meal, then buy some wine to go to my place for a good time!"

Qin Ling whispered:

"But Xingyun Sword Master will meet us tomorrow morning, and there will be a special car to pick us up at the hotel at 8 o'clock..."

Shu Lingge smiled and said:

"Will Yuzhuo and I take you back to the hotel tomorrow at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning?"

"this……"

Just as he was talking, Chu Tianxing's phone rang, and Qin Ling's phone ringing also rang.

The two of them took out their phones and saw that they were all called by their high school classmates.

The two looked at each other and smiled, approached one side of the car door, and answered the phone.

From this moment on, the ringtones of the two people almost stopped.

The high school classmates called Chu Tianxing and Qin Ling to congratulate him. Some of them beat Qin Ling and others beat Chu Tianxing first, and then Qin Ling.

The two's high school teachers, acquaintances from the Municipal Martial Arts Association, also called to congratulate them one after another.

Because both of them were answering the phone calls, some acquaintances saw that they were always "on the phone" and sent a congratulatory text message directly.

Chu Tianxing and Qin Ling didn't bother to read the text message. After answering a call, they just hung up when the next call rang immediately.

"Hey, God, congratulations!"

A slightly feminine male voice came from the microphone, and Chu Tianxing laughed:

"Brother Gu, it's thanks to you that I can be today.

"If you hadn't saved my life, you would have given me seven Peiyuan Zhuang Body Pills. When my foundation was the shallowest, I would not have achieved what I have achieved today. Brother Gu, thank you so much!"

Gu Dongzang smiled and said:

"My help is insignificant. You can reach this point today entirely by your own talent..."

After saying a few words to Gu Dongzang, just after hanging up the phone, the editor-in-chief of the Royal Bookstore called again:

"Xiao Chu, congratulations on your way to the national competition and winning the national championship!

"Your advertisements are really amazing today. From the grand show off outside the court to the curtain call after the game, I counted the advertisements behind your battle suits, which appeared on the live broadcast of TV for at least two minutes!

"If you spend money on advertising, so long advertisements are a top event like the national competition that almost everyone watches, it will have to be millions in one second, and two minutes of advertisements will take at least one hundred million to get them!"

Chu Tianxing laughed too:

"Yes, I really made a lot of money. It's not in vain that I've been holding on until now."

Bookstore anchor said:

"Xiao Chu, you are now at the top of the youth group, famous all over the country, and you have personally come to advertise. I can already foresee that your novel will set off a sales frenzy. By the end of this year, you may be ranked in the top ten best-selling list for the year.

"Of course, with your current identity and fame, the little money for selling books is no longer worth mentioning. But this is always a great event worth celebrating!

"Xiao Chu, you are going to see Xingyun Sword Master tomorrow first?

"In this way, when you meet Lord Jian Zun tomorrow, I will invite you to dinner and call the boss of Huangming Film. With you as the national champion, it is enough to adapt the novel into a TV series.

"We will settle this matter tomorrow, but do you think it's okay?"

Chu Tianxing smiled and said:

"Okay, just follow your arrangements from the editor."

In the opinion of the editor-in-chief of the bookstore, Chu Tianxing is now popular all over the country and even goes abroad to the world. The sales of the novel are no longer important to him

If Chu Tianxing wants to make money, he will take advantage of the popularity and become popular and do advertising endorsements for a few big products. One year's endorsement fee plus advertising performance fee will be the top novel royalties on the best-selling list.

After all, the top spot in the best-selling list of novels last year was only more than 12 million copies, and the author's pre-tax royalty income was only 145 million.

However, the editor-in-chief of the bookstore did not know that what Chu Tianxing valued the most was actually his novel sales.

Otherwise, why would he have to win the national championship?

If he only accepts an exception for Mingdu University, it would be enough for him to win the supervised championship.

He passed the hurdles and won the national championship. He also worked hard to advertise and promoted Shu Lingge's concert. He was obsessed with the adaptation of TV series. It was because of these that they could increase his popularity, increase his fans, promote the sales of novels, and enable his plug-ins to reap endless hope.

After all, his plug-in is quite rigid, and he only accepts fans who spend money to buy novels and provides real money and silver wishes.

Fans who have not spent money to subscribe or purchased physical novels, and even if they like him, they will not reap the other party's will.
To be continued...