It seemed that the whole world was calling Zverev's name, but all the complete sentences were lost in the bustling noise, making it difficult to distinguish the specific content. Then the whole place was like thousands of flies fighting, making people gasp for breath.
Can't help but feel angry.
Little Zverev wanted to lose his temper, but he also knew that if he really broke out, it would play into the reporters' hands, and they would rather he take action directly.
Those faces and pairs of eyes were clearly written with gloating, and it was so naked that it stung little Zverev's pride.
"Sasha, what do you think about the fact that a player you thought was not worth mentioning made it to the finals?"
The question finally came out of the hustle and bustle, and then you could see all the reporters in the audience closing their mouths, their eyes filled with gnashing 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 tumbling, and he tried his best to suppress his anger and barely maintain a trace of sanity.
"I will go all out to win the championship."
In fact, Zverev Jr.'s game was scheduled to take place thirty minutes after the end of the first semi-final. It was also Court No. 1 and the same locker room. The top four players even met briefly in the locker room.
In other words, they all know the outcome of the first semi-final.
The agent knew something was wrong early on, so he prepared an official answer for Zverev in advance——
In other words, be confident but polite and don't respond directly to any questions from reporters.
But how could reporters easily spare Zverev Jr.?
"You still don't know him? Do you still think he's not worth mentioning?"
Zverev Jr:…
This is almost like a slap in the face, okay? How do reporters expect him to respond? Are they going to give him the other cheek?
"Any player standing in the finals, I will go all out to fight for the championship."
Little Zverev almost squeezed out the words through his teeth and answered through gritted teeth.
The reporters had a look of understanding in their eyes. It seemed that the agent or publicist had explained it in advance. So what should they do?
If the player just talks hard and unswervingly implements the agent/publicist's speech, then the reporters will not be able to lynching him; but the point is, is Zverev like this?
"Sasha, your answer seems to be just the same sentence. Are you going to answer all the questions like this without daring to tell your true thoughts? I thought you were different from other players, more honest and braver."
It is a method of motivating and encouraging.
The reporter's speaking skills must be said to be brilliant. Zverev, who is only 17 years old, is still too immature and was sucked in immediately.
"I'm not. I didn't."
"I don't know him, even now, I don't even remember his name. His name is too difficult to pronounce. No one will take the time to remember a guy who is not ranked in the world."
boom!
It exploded, it exploded after all, little Zverev couldn't hold it back after all, and sputtered out his true thoughts.
The reporters were all extremely excited, and they kept asking questions.
"However, he made it to the finals, which also means that he is no longer anonymous."
No need for reporters to remind him, little Zverev also knows this——
He repeatedly emphasized that he was a guy who was not worth mentioning, but in the end, that guy made it to the finals. The slap in the face came so quickly, like a tornado, which made little Zverev extremely aggrieved.
It is precisely because of this that in today's semi-finals, little Zverev held his breath, fired up, and played a wonderful game, giving his best form since arriving in Binghamton. However, no one cared, the reporter
They didn't even mention it, and all they talked about was that guy.
Damn it!
Then Zverev Jr. answered in a hitting-the-wall manner, "But I will beat him."
His flushed face revealed his inner anger, and the ferocious look in his eyes could still reveal the irritability and frivolity of the young man. All the emotions came out with all his teeth and claws. The reporter only needed to tease him slightly, and the dormant volcano immediately entered the eruption mode.
Seemingly dissatisfied with the reporter's persistent pursuit, Zverev added, "I will win the championship."
Really loud!
Sonorous and powerful!
The same words have different feelings. The agent/publicist version in the front shows the high morale of young people; the Zverev version in the back shows the arrogance and arrogance of young people——
Of course, it can also be interpreted as the vitality and enthusiasm of young people.
The focus is not on the words, but on the media's interpretation.
As a result, the news on social networks that night showed a situation like this:
"Zverev Jr.: He's still not worth mentioning."
"Zverev made a strong declaration to win the championship."
"Little Zverev is arrogant and full of confidence."
Even though Gao Wen entered the final and slapped him in the face, the young and energetic Zverev still refused to recognize his opponent's performance, confidently and flamboyantly showing his inner desire for victory and championship; and, outside of the championship, I'm afraid
Zverev Jr. and Gao Wen are already in a state of conflict.
He's meowing.
After leaving the circle of reporters, little Zverev's face was gloomy. His whole mind was thinking about how to defeat Gao Wen. He was preparing to teach Gao Wen a lesson and let Gao Wen see what a professional game is.
What is true strength——
Not worth mentioning, just not worth mentioning.
Now little Zverev has already pressed Gao Wen to the ground and rubbed him again and again in his mind. What level is he, what level is that guy, why do reporters compare them again and again?
What does that mean?
In tomorrow's final, little Zverev is eager to play against Gao Wen. In this way, he will have the opportunity to defeat that insignificant guy with his own hands, and use the game to prove that that guy really has no value for discussion.
My own strength made that guy reveal his true colors.
To hype yourself up, you have to look at who your opponent is. You really don’t know what the sky is and the earth is high.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and little Zverev always felt like the volcano in his chest was about to erupt.
So much so that when the manager saw Zverev's gloomy expression, he didn't say anything more and let out a long breath: As long as Zverev defeats Gao Wen and becomes the champion, everything will no longer be a problem. This is competition.
The ultimate meaning of sports is that as long as you can win the championship, everything is right.
What? Zverev lost unexpectedly?
To be honest, no one in Zverev's entire team has ever worried about this. What they worry about is the reporters' reports, never the unknown person.
Gawain: A sneeze.
Gawain couldn't help but sneeze, and Gawain looked around. Could it be that someone was missing him?