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"...Sasha."

"Sasha" "Sasha" "Sasha"...

It seemed that the whole world was calling the name of Zverev Jr., but the complete sentence disappeared in the bustling noise, and it was difficult to distinguish the specific content, and then the audience was as noisy as thousands of flies fighting. I can't breathe.

Little Zverev wanted to lose his temper, but he also knew that if he really broke out, it would be in the arms of the reporters, and they could not wait for him to do it directly.

The faces and the pairs of eyes clearly expressed gloating, and the nakedness was undisguised, which hurt the pride of little Zverev.

"Sasha, what do you think of the player who you thought was worthless made it to the final?"

The question finally came out from the hustle and bustle, and then you can see all the reporters in the audience shut their mouths, their eyes full of anticipation, as if the little Zverev might be torn into pieces in the next second. Countless fragments were eaten alive.

gurgling.

gurgling.

Little Zverev's lungs were churning, and he tried his best to suppress his anger and barely maintain a trace of reason.

"I will do my best to win the championship."

In fact, Zverev Jr. was scheduled to play 30 minutes after the end of the first semi-final. It was also the No. 1 court and a locker room. The top four players even met briefly in the locker room. In other words, they all know the result of the first semi-final.

The agent knew something was wrong a long time ago, so he prepared an official answer for Zverev Jr. in advance—

That is to say the above sentence, be confident yet polite, and don't directly respond to any questions from reporters.

But how could the reporters easily spare Zverev Jr.?

"You still don't know him now? Do you still think he's not worth mentioning?"

Zverev Jr.: …

This is almost equivalent to a slap in the face, okay? The reporters were looking forward to his response, should they send the other cheek up?

"Any player standing in the finals, I will go all out to fight for the championship."

The little Zverev almost squeezed the words out of his teeth, and replied gritting his teeth.

There was a clear look in the eyes of the reporters. It seems that the agent or publicist should have explained it in advance, so what should they do?

If the player is hard-spoken and unswervingly implements the speech of the agent/PR person, then the reporters have no way to execute the lynching; but the point is, is Zverev Jr. like this?

"Sasha, your answer seems to be rote the same sentence. Are you going to answer all the questions like this without daring to say what you really think? I thought you were different from other players, more honest and braver."

It is the method of provocation and the method of encouragement.

The reporter's speech skills had to be said to be brilliant, and the young Zverev, who was only seventeen years old, was still too immature, and he was caught in it immediately.

"I'm not. I don't."

"I didn't know him, I still don't know him, I don't even remember his name, it's a mouthful, no one takes the time to remember a guy who doesn't have a world ranking."

boom!

It exploded, and it exploded after all. After all, the little Zverev still couldn't hold back, and expressed his true thoughts in a crackling voice.

The reporters were all very excited, and then they kept throwing out questions.

"However, he made it to the final, which also means that he is no longer anonymous."

No need to be reminded by reporters, Zverev Jr. also knows this—

I repeatedly emphasized that he was an insignificant guy, but that guy made it to the finals. The slap in the face came too fast like a tornado, which made Zverev Jr. aggrieved.

It is precisely because of this that in today's semi-finals, Zverev Jr. held his breath, fired with full firepower, played a wonderful game, and dedicated his best form since arriving in Binghamton, but no one cared, the reporter They didn't even mention it, and everything inside and outside the words was about that guy.

Damn it!

Then, Zverev Jr. replied in a wall-banging fashion, "But I'll beat him."

The red-faced appearance reveals the anger in the heart, and the ruthlessness in the eyes can still see the irritability and frivolity of the young people. All emotions are swaying outwards, and the reporter only needs to tease it lightly, and the dormant volcano will immediately enter the eruption mode.

Seemingly dissatisfied with the reporter's pursuit, Zverev Jr. added, "I will win the championship."

Loudly!

Sonorous and powerful!

The same words have different feelings. The former agent/publicist version shows the high spirits of young people; the latter version of Zverev Jr. shows the arrogance and arrogance of young people—

Of course, it can also be interpreted as the vigor and enthusiasm of young people.

The point is not the discourse, but the interpretation of the media.

As a result, the news on the social network that night also showed such a situation:

"Little Zverev: He's still not worth mentioning."

"Zverev Jr. made a strong declaration of winning the championship."

"Little Zverev is defiant and confident."

Even though Gao Wen broke into the final and beat his face strongly, the young and vigorous Zverev still refused to recognize the performance of his opponent, confidently and ostentatiously showing his inner desire for victory and the championship; and, apart from the championship, I am afraid Zverev Jr. and Gawain were already too miserable.

He meows.

After leaving the reporter's encirclement, little Zverev's face was gloomy, and his whole mind was thinking about how to defeat Gawain, just preparing to teach Gawain a lesson, to show Gawain what professional competition is, and to show Gawain What is real strength—

Not worth mentioning, just not worth mentioning.

Now little Zverev is already pressing Gawain on the ground in his mind and rubbing hard. What is his level, what is that guy's level, and why reporters keep comparing them again and again. What do you mean?

Tomorrow's final, Zverev Jr. is still looking forward to playing against Gao Wen. In this way, he will have the opportunity to defeat that worthless guy with his own hands, and use the game to prove that that guy is indeed worthless~www .lightnovelpub.net~ Use your own strength to reveal that guy's true colors.

If you want to hype the top position, you have to look at who your opponent is.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the little Zverev always felt that the volcano in his chest was about to erupt.

So much so that the agent saw Zverev Jr.'s gloomy expression and didn't say anything more, and let out a long breath: As long as Zverev Jr. beats Gao Wen to become the champion, everything will no longer be a problem, this is competitive competition. The ultimate mystery of sports, as long as you can win the championship, then everything is right.

What? Zverev Jr. upset and lost?

To be honest, no one in Zverev Jr.'s entire team ever worried about that. What they worried about was the reporter's coverage, and it was never the nobody.

Gao Wen: Ah Xie.

Involuntarily sneezed, Gao Wen looked around, did someone miss him?

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