"You mean, the result of yesterday's game should be '4:0'? How come we don't know? The result of the game we got from the official should be '4:2'. Why, if players are allowed to lose, it's not
Are we allowed to discuss it? But a little freshman still wants to shut up all the media?"
Crackling, crackling, head covering.
The crowd immediately heard sarcastic and sarcastic words - He is just a freshman, he has won two games, he has no reputation, why are he putting on airs here? People who don't know think that the reporters are
The rookie who is easy to bully really can't see his position clearly.
As they came and went, the smell of gunpowder filled the air.
MacDonald was dumbfounded and could not help but move slightly closer to Gawain's position, trying to prevent the conflict from happening, but he didn't know what to do.
But Gawain was not afraid at all. Not only was he not afraid, but he also chuckled. Under the sun, his calm smile showed a strong aura.
"So, according to what this journalist 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 competition? Why didn't we receive the notice? Why don't we write to the league to ask, so as not to celebrate the wrong victory next time and condemn the team for the loss?
Only then can we find the right scapegoat.”
Laughing, cursing, and sarcasm.
When it comes to swearing without using curse words, Gao Wen really has never been afraid of anyone - he is a top student in the journalism department and is definitely not a decoration.
this……
The reporters looked at each other in shock, not expecting that a mere freshman could handle the chaotic situation so calmly and wisely.
But how could journalists surrender so easily?
There was no gap, and someone immediately raised their voice and said, "We are discussing Macdonald's loss, not..."
"What we should be discussing is the Bruins' win." Gao Wen didn't give the opponent a chance, and directly interrupted the next words - thinking about it with his knees, he knew it was not a good thing.
Along with this, Gawain's words also became stern, and the edge could be felt in every word.
"Mike is a member of the Bruins team. When we lose, we share the responsibility. When we win, we enjoy the victory together. What we need to focus on is winning this game, not trivial matters. If you don't even know this,
If you are still here chattering and sowing discord, what is the difference between you and those garbage paparazzi in supermarket tabloids?"
Flowing like clouds and flowing water, all in one go.
The thundering momentum swept across the entire audience, because it was so upright and so confident that the reporters were stunned for a moment.
I didn't expect it, I never expected it.
The reporters really didn't expect that Gao Wen would be such a stylish interview subject - of course, how could they have thought of it? After all, this was the first time.
However, if anyone believes that reporters can shut up so easily, they are totally wrong. How could the uncrowned kings, who rely on their words and pens, surrender in just a few words in an age where they entertain themselves to death?
"...Gawain, after you serve as the first single..."
After a brief moment of confusion, another reporter in the crowd raised his voice to break the silence, but before he could finish his words, he was rudely interrupted by Gawain again.
"Let me guess what this reporter's question is."
There was a smile on Gawain's lips, but his eyes shone with a bloody light, like a messenger from hell.
"After I took over as the first singles player, how did the other players react? How was the relationship between Thompson, Giron and I? Did we have a big fight? Have we become estranged enemies now? Ball
Is the atmosphere in the team terrible?"
Tsk.
Gawain smacked his lips and sneered. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and there was a hint of ridicule in his eyes. Then, he paused deliberately, leaned forward slightly, and his smile bloomed brightly, like the innocent Little Red Riding Hood.
Generally, staring at a pair of big black eyes.
"Dear journalists, my guess must be wrong, right? You shouldn't ask such boring questions, right? Your level should be more than this, right? Even I, a college student, know that these low-level questions are a bit
It’s meaningless, how could you not know?”
"No way?"
"Dear journalists?"
One sentence after another, ridicule, ridicule, complaint, joking, teasing, full fire!
Especially the sentence "Mr. Reporter", I didn't have any special feeling before, but after repeating it again and again, it gradually became sharp and harsh.
Take control of the whole place!
Although Elena Badin also knows that such an idea is ridiculous: a freshman, faced with the siege of more than 20 reporters, took control of the situation while talking and laughing, but gradually forced the reporters into a blind corner.
, each hanging in a position where they can't get up or down, and are in a dilemma.
But the reality was happening. A group of reporters bustled around Gawain and Macdonald, but they were stunned and speechless.
The scene has a kind of black humor.
At the beginning, Elena was excited. As a college student and a representative of the school newspaper, she gathered with a group of professional reporters to prepare for interviews. Such an opportunity was really rare and she was really excited.
Later, Elena was nervous, worried that Gawain's toughness might anger the reporters, and then the hyenas swarmed Gawain and tore Gawain into countless pieces. The tense scene made adrenaline completely burst out.
Now, Elena is relaxed, looking at the scene with amazement and admiration. In just two minutes, she experienced the ups and downs like a roller coaster, which is really eye-opening——
It turns out that the interview can still be carried out like this.
Then, Elena raised her right hand high, breaking the brief silence of the surging crowd.
Gawain's eyes noticed Elena's movements, a smile appeared in his eyes, and he slightly raised his chin, indicating that Elena could ask questions.
"Gawain, you have been stressing reporters, gentlemen, is this considered sexism?"
ha.
After Elena finished asking the question, she blinked at Gawain, as if to say: What's up, does this question stump you?
The corners of Gawain's mouth slightly raised, "I'm sorry, I definitely didn't mean that. Here, I apologize to every female reporter."
Such a straightforward apology, completely without the sharp look just now, successfully completed the atmosphere change, and low laughter could be heard from the crowd.
Gawain and Elena exchanged glances, and a similar light light could be seen in their eyes. Then, Elena continued to ask questions without pausing.
"I'm Elena Badin, a reporter for the UCLA school newspaper. What I want to ask is, it's your first time as the first singles player, and it's in an important game against a rival from the same city. Do you have any special feelings before the game?
?What did you think when you finally won the game?"