"Match point (!

"You mean, yesterday's game result should be '4:0'? Why don't we know? The game result we got from the official should be '4:2'. Why, if players are allowed to lose, they won't We are allowed to discuss? But a little freshman, still wants to shut up all the media?"

Crackling, head covering face.

Immediately, there was sarcasm from the crowd, every word was stinging—he was just a freshman who had won two games and had no reputation at all, so why put on airs here? People who don't know think that the reporters are rookies who are easy to bully, and they really don't know their position.

As they came and went, the smell of gunpowder permeated the air.

Macdonald was dumbfounded, and couldn't help leaning slightly towards Gawain's position, trying to prevent the conflict from happening, but he didn't know what to do.

But Gao Wen was not afraid at all. Not only was he not afraid, but he even smiled lightly. Under the sun, his calm smile showed a strong aura.

"So, according to what this reporter said, '4:0' is a win, but '4:2' is not a win?"

"When did the NCAA change the rules of the men's tennis team game? Why haven't we been notified? Why don't we write to the league to ask, so that we don't celebrate the wrong thing when we celebrate the victory next time, and when we condemn the team's loser? Only then can the correct scapegoat be found."

Laughing and cursing, cynicism.

When it comes to swearing without profanity, Gao Wen really has never been afraid of anyone—a top student in the Department of Journalism is definitely not a show.

this…

The reporters looked at each other in blank dismay, completely unexpected that a mere rookie freshman could handle the chaotic scene so calmly and wisely.

But how could journalists disarm so easily?

There was no gap, and immediately someone raised his voice and said, "We're talking about McDonald's loss, not..."

"What we should be discussing is the victory of the Bruins." Gao Wen didn't give the other party a chance, and directly interrupted the rest of the words - thinking about it with his knees, he knew it was not a good word.

In addition, Gao Wen's words became harsh, and the sharpness could be felt in every word.

"Mike is a part of the Bruins. We take responsibility for the loss, and we enjoy the victory together when we win. What we need to focus on is the victory of this game, not trivial matters. If you don't even know this, You are still here to sow discord, so what is the difference between you and those trash paparazzi of the supermarket tabloids?"

Flowing clouds and flowing water, all in one go.

The thunderous momentum swept the audience mightily, because it was too upright and righteous, so that the reporters were momentarily stunned.

Unexpectedly, never expected.

The reporters really didn't expect Gao Wen to be interviewed in such a style—of course, how could they have thought of it? After all, this is only the first time.

However, if someone believes that journalists shut up so easily, they are very wrong. How can the uncrowned kings who live by their mouths and pens, in the age of entertaining to death, surrender with just a few words?

"...Gao Wen, after you became the number one single..."

After a brief moment of stupefaction, another reporter in the crowd raised his voice to break the silence, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted roughly again by Gao Wen.

"Let me take a guess at the reporter's question."

There was a smile on the corner of Gao Wen's mouth, but there was a **** light in his eyes, like an emissary from hell.

"After I was the first single, how did the other players react? How is the relationship between Thompson, Geelong and me? Did we fight and gang fight? Have we become old enemies now? Ball Is the atmosphere in the team terrible?"

Tsk.

Gao Wen smacked his lips, let out a sneer, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and showed a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. Then, he deliberately paused, leaned forward slightly, and his smile bloomed brightly, like an innocent little red riding hood. Generally speaking, staring at a pair of big jet-black eyes.

"Dear reporters, my guess should be wrong, right? You shouldn't ask such boring questions, right? Your level should be more than that, right? Even a college student like me knows that these low-level questions It’s not interesting, how could you not know?”

"No way?"

"Dear journalists?"

One sentence, one sentence after another, ridicule, sarcasm, complaints, jokes, banter, full firepower!

Especially the sentence "Mr. Reporter", I didn't feel any special before, but after repeating it again and again, it gradually became sharp and harsh.

Take control!

Although Elena Bardeen also knows that this kind of thinking is absurd: a freshman, facing the siege of more than 20 reporters, controls the situation while talking and laughing, and instead pushes the reporters to the corner step by step , one by one hanging in the same position, in a dilemma.

But the reality was happening. A group of reporters surrounded Gao Wen and McDonald, but they were dumbfounded and could not make a sound.

The scene has a kind of black humor.

At the very beginning, Elena was excited. As a college student, as a representative of the school newspaper, she gathered with a group of professional journalists to prepare for an interview. Such an opportunity was really rare, and she was indeed excited.

After that, Elena was nervous, worried that Gawain's toughness might anger the reporters, and then these hyenas swarmed up and tore Gawain into countless pieces. The tense scene completely burst out adrenaline.

Now, Elena is relaxed, looking at the scene with amazement and admiration. In just two minutes, she went through a roller coaster of ups and downs, which is really eye-opening—

It turns out that the interview can also be carried out like this.

Then, Elena raised her right hand high, breaking the brief silence of the raging crowd.

Gawain's eyes noticed Elena's movements, a smile appeared in his eyes, and he slightly raised his jaw, indicating that Elena could ask questions.

"Gowen, you keep emphasizing, gentlemen, is this sexist?"

ha.

After Elena finished asking the question, she blinked at Gao Wen, as if to say: How is this question, isn't it difficult for you?

The corner of Gao Wen's mouth slightly raised up~lightnovelpub.net~Sorry, I absolutely didn't mean it like that. Here, I would like to express my apologies to every female reporter. "

Such a crisp apology was completely different from the sharp-edged appearance just now, successfully completed the atmosphere change, and low laughter came from the crowd.

Gawain and Elena exchanged glances, and both could see a similar lightness in their eyes, and then, Elena continued to ask questions without pausing.

"I'm Elena Bardeen, a reporter from the UCLA newspaper. What I want to ask is, it's the first time you played as the No. 1 single, and it's an important game against your opponent in the same city. Before the game, do you have any special feelings? ? When you finally won the game, what did you think?"

A well-regulated question, this is considered to be back on track.

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