Chapter 819

The press conference hall fell into a short silence, very very short, but it was precisely this fleeting silence that was in stark contrast to the previous hustle and bustle.

A kind of absurdity arises spontaneously.

Yujia actually wanted to laugh a little bit, tried her best to control the corners of her mouth, and then the smile still flowed out from the bottom of her eyes uncontrollably:

As expected of Gao Wen, he always seems to have a way to deal with the reporters' bombardment; moreover, he is clearly provoking the reporter's bottom line all the time, but he is not annoying.

Wait, does everyone hate it, or is it just him?

"So…"

The silence was broken immediately, and the audience was full of reporters. Finally, someone stepped forward, made a sound, and regained the initiative.

"Gao Wen, may I ask, what are your expectations for this year's Australian Open? The second week? The semi-finals? Or...the champion?"

The problem, in the same line as before, is still related to the championship series, and the reporters also showed their tenacity:

How could it be so easy for Gao Wen to escape?

However, the corners of Gao Wen's mouth were raised slightly, and he could still catch a shallow laughter. Not only did he not panic, but he seemed to be laughing at the boringness of the reporter's questions.

"You said now?"

"Yes, now."

"Win the first round."

Come and go, "Gao Wen vs. Reporter", the wall-hitting question and answer, simple and direct, but with light weight, it puts an end to the question in a blink of an eye.

The reporter's voice was tense, while Gao Wen's was brisk, forming a stark contrast in the ping-pong impact of your questions and answers.

Then it became more and more obvious that Gao Wen's answer was a matter of course. The reporters wanted to refute, but as soon as their thoughts turned in their minds, the words stuck in their throats:

Since he thinks that he is not the favorite to win the championship, the current goal is naturally to win the next round and advance round after round.

In this way, it seems that the reporters' questions are too stupid and not up to standard.

Seeing the playfulness and ridicule in Gao Wen's eyes, the scene of the press conference was filled with shame, indignation, and embarrassment.

But the faces of the reporters who have been tempered and tempered are still tough enough. Immediately, they have problems to keep up. If they continue to work hard, one reporter falls down, and thousands of reporters continue to stand up.

"Who do you think is the favorite to win this year? Who has the best chance of winning the Australian Open?"

"Novak."

This time and again, it was almost at the level of rushing to answer. The reporter's question had just ended, and Gao Wen's answer came out without any thought or hesitation.

blurted out!

The reporters couldn't help but think of Agassi and Gao Hongli's answers, but the key lies here:

Nor can they refute.

Djokovic is indeed still the biggest favorite this year, plus Federer and Wawrinka at most-after all, the latter two also won the championship in the first week of the new season.

Compared with Gao Wen, the above three are the real favorites to win the championship. After all, Gao Wen's appeal and persuasion are still lacking.

Moreover, from the coaching team to Gao Wen himself, everyone unanimously showed a humble attitude, and did not hesitate to think that Djokovic is the favorite to win the championship.

In this way, it will be very difficult for the reporters to continue to sow discord and spark some sparks between the topics of Gao Wen and Djokovic.

The reporters could even imagine how the number one in the world would answer similar questions to Djokovic. He would definitely list the names of Federer, Nadal, Wawrinka and others modestly, and then say that the rising star Lilaoni Qi, Gao Wen, Dimitrov and others are also worth looking forward to.

Reciprocity.

It also means boring.

this…

Looking at Gao Wen who was always smiling in front of his eyes, the whole process of going back and forth was calm and calm, without any panic at all. The reporters knew that this young man had obviously come prepared. One answer's performance is watertight, and the direct impact of pressure is not seen at all.

So, what else to do?

Salad!

"Gao Wen, what do you mean, do you think Roger and Rafa have no chance?"

No way, but also head-on.

At the press conference, there were still reporters who were reluctant to provoke, but such a forceful attack fell into the eyes of others, but it has already fallen behind:

Originally, the question was "the favorite to win the championship", which is naturally a question of probability. Players can't count all the 32 seeds, can they?

Sure enough, facing the aggressiveness of the reporter, Gao Wen didn't panic at all, not only did he not, but he even laughed softly, from the corner of his mouth to the bottom of his eyes.

Then, Gao Wen said with a serious face but a light tone.

"Strictly speaking, each of us has a 0.78 percent chance."

one second.

After the answer came out, the reporter who asked the question was stunned, paused for a second, and then blurted out, "...What? Why is it 0.78%?"

Right next to him, a reporter tried to stop the colleague from embarrassing him, but he was still a little too slow, and then he covered his cheek in silence.

"Hehe," Gao Wen chuckled, "One hundred and twenty-eighth."

reporter:…

Everyone covered their faces.

Grand Slam singles events, 128 draws, predicting the champion before the first round, from a mathematical point of view, everyone has a 0.78% chance.

Reporter, Reflex, "What do you mean..."

heh.

A large group of reporters at the scene raised their foreheads and lamented, and couldn't bear to look directly, couldn't bear to look directly!

Yujia even noticed that even the Neon reporters who were not proficient in English lowered their heads and covered their faces. They couldn't believe the tragedy of the scene. One is just to divert attention and pretend that he is not there.

The scene of the press conference hall was scorched earth.

But fortunately, the Serbian reporter reined in the precipice and did not continue to be stupid after all, avoiding the danger of further exposing his ignorance:

Tennis journalists don't know the significance of the number "128" to the Grand Slam, then the wife is too embarrassed.

At the critical moment, the reporter managed to control himself.

"...Ahem, I mean, what do you mean?"

The reporter tried to hide his predicament. The word "128" twirled around on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it. Then, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he seized an opportunity. He didn't have time to think about it, and took advantage of the opportunity to fight back, trying to turn the tide.

He wants to prove himself~lightnovelpub.net~ He wants to see Gao Wen suffer for a while, he wants to save face once.

"Do you think the qualifiers have the same chance of winning the championship as Djokovic?"

swish swish.

The eyes of the audience rushed towards the Serbian reporter with scorching heat, and there was an unbelievable light hidden behind each face:

This... Are you sure it's not a pig teammate?

The "teammates" here do not refer to fellow reporters, but fellow Serbians. This reporter is simply spreading hatred for Djokovic's strength!

The smile on the corner of Gao Wen's mouth disappeared instead, his expression became extremely serious, and even his eyes revealed a seriousness.

The air was slightly stagnant.

"Yes."

He said.

"I think every player in the draft has the same chance of winning, whether it's a qualifier, a wild card player, a top eight seed, all of them."

"What? Do you have any opinion on the qualifying players?"

(end of this chapter)