#Jocelyn is replacing Chen in the spring playoff semi-finals# is occupying the third spot in the hot seat at the moment.
She quickly clicked in to read it, and at the top was the official XS Club Weibo post about Chen's injury, and the news that she was replacing him in the semi-finals of the playoffs.
The official comment section, and also the topic square, had been uproar.
The level of attention was amazing.
[Based on what I saw yesterday, if you look at the standard of her competing with brother-in-law, I think she can do it].
[How many years has it been since we've had a female player in our zone? If she plays well, she's going to be a world beater.]
[I don't know what's so good about her, but a lot of people call her pretty, and there are plenty of people better looking than her, okay? How many people can't make their debut after a lifetime of trying, and she just makes her debut, why?]
[Why are you so jealous? There are many better looking people than her? Where are they? Give me an example. How good-looking are you when you say she's not?]
[Let me tell you why. Because she is rich, pretty, and good at games.]
Everyone is still confident about her.
Because, that video that came out earlier.
Ignoring the sour remarks about herself, she contentedly exited Weibo and started reading the papers on her desk.
In the afternoon, she had to go to the training base of the XS Team, and in the evening, she had to accompany her father to B City, so she had to do all the work that the Murphy Group, and the X Entertainment side, needed her to do in one morning.
Just after reading a document, her phone vibrated.
Seeing that it was Ryan on the phone, she immediately pressed answer.
On the other side of the phone, Ryan was sitting at a round table in front of a cafe.
He was surrounded by photographers, and make-up artists, and lighting technicians.
Now in the preparation phase of the street shoot, everyone was busy around him.
A red cordon was drawn around the cafe within a ten metre radius, with countless security guards standing in front of the cordon to prevent crazy fans from approaching.
Outside the cordon were all his fans, the vast majority of whom were female.
They stood neatly outside the cordon and kept shouting towards Ryan.
Under everyone's eyes, excitement was written all over them.
As soon as the call was answered, Ryan walked inside the coffee shop and softly said to Jocelyn on the other side of the phone, "I heard you're going to play the game?"
Jocelyn responded truthfully, "Yeah."
Ryan, "I also love watching the game. On the day, I will bring my whole family and go to the scene to support you."
His eyes were as gentle as the sunlight outside.
The two female shop assistants in the cafe, seeing Ryan standing there, were dying of excitement.
The two clutched each other's hands and kept breathing deeply.
"Who do you think Ryan is talking to on the phone? Surprisingly so gentle."
"He's always been gentle."
"No, I think his eyes are more gentle now than before. It's not his girlfriend on the other side of the phone, is it?"
"It's impossible, Ryan is single. If such a top stream had a girlfriend, he would have been photographed long ago, but whoever is on the other side of the phone, I am so jealous!"
The two of them whispered, and Ryan heard them all, but ignored them, and continued to stand at the door, carefully covering one of his ears, listening to Jocelyn's speech.
"You can, but you'll have to keep a low profile, otherwise I'm afraid the scene will turn straight into a meet-and-greet for your fans."
"I know, I definitely won't steal your thunder." Ryan smiled, as if there were stars in his eyes.
"It's not a matter of stealing the thunder, it's a matter of your safety." Jocelyn said.
"I know." Ryan kept his smile.
"Why is there so much noise on your end?"
"I'm out on the street doing magazine street photography."
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