Chapter 108: First Confrontation

"You mean, the result of yesterday's game should have been '4:0'? How come we didn't know that? The official result we got should have been '4:2'. So, the players are allowed to lose, but we are not allowed to discuss it? You're just a little freshman, and you want all the media to shut up?"

Crackling, all over the place.

The crowd immediately started to mock with sarcastic words, every word was full of thorns - he was just a freshman, he won two games, he was nothing special, why was he putting on airs here? People who didn't know would think that the reporters were rookies who were easy to bully, they really didn't know their place.

As the atmosphere went back and forth, the smell of gunpowder filled the air.

MacDonald was dumbfounded and could not help but move slightly towards Gawain, trying to prevent the conflict, but he did not know what to do.

But Gawain was not afraid at all. Not only was he not scared, but he even chuckled. Under the sunlight, his calm smile displayed a powerful 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 for men's tennis team competitions? Why didn't we get notified? Why don't we write to the league and ask about it, so that we don't celebrate the wrong thing when we win next time, and we can find the right scapegoat when we blame the team for its defeat."

Laughing, scolding, and making sarcastic remarks.

When it comes to cursing without using profanity, Gao Wen has never been afraid of anyone - as a top student in the journalism department, he is definitely not a decoration.

this……

The reporters looked at each other in bewilderment. They had never expected that a mere freshman could handle the chaotic situation so calmly and wisely.

But how could the journalists surrender so easily?

Without a second's pause, someone immediately spoke up, "We are discussing McDonald's loss, not..."

"What we should be discussing is the Bruins' winning." Gawain didn't give the other party a chance and interrupted him directly - you can tell with your knees that it's not a good thing to say.

As a result, Gawain's words also became harsh, and the sharpness could be felt in every word.

"Mike is a member of the Bruins. We share the responsibility for the loss and enjoy the victory together. We need to focus on winning this game, not trivial matters. If you don't even know this and are still here to sow discord, then what's the difference between you and those garbage paparazzi in supermarket tabloids?"

It flows smoothly and is done in one go.

The thunderous momentum swept the entire venue, and it was so dignified and so righteous that the reporters were stunned for a moment.

I never expected this.

The reporters really didn't expect Gao Wen to be such a stylish interviewee - of course, how could they have expected it? After all, this was only the first time.

However, if anyone believes that journalists can shut up so easily, they are totally wrong. In this age of entertainment to death, how could the uncrowned kings who make a living with their mouths and pens surrender with just a few words?

"...Gao Wen, after you take on the first singles role..."

After a brief moment of stunned silence, 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 the reporter is asking."

There was a smile on Gawain's lips, but there was a bloody light flashing in his eyes, like a messenger from hell.

"After I took over as the first singles player, how did the other players react? What was the relationship between Thompson, Gillon and me? Did we have a big fight? Have we become enemies who will never talk to each other again? Is the atmosphere in the team terrible?"

Tsk.

Gawain smacked his lips and sneered, his mouth corners slightly raised, a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, then, he paused deliberately, leaned forward slightly, and smiled brilliantly, like an innocent Little Red Riding Hood, staring with a pair of big dark eyes.

"Dear journalists, my guess must be wrong, right? You wouldn't ask such boring questions, right? Your level should be higher than this, right? Even a college student like me knows that these low-brow questions are meaningless. How could you not know that?"

"No way?"

"Dear journalists?"

Sentence after sentence, ridicule, sarcasm, complaints, quips, and jokes, all with full firepower!

Especially the phrase "Mr. Reporter". I didn't feel anything special at first, but as it was repeated again and again, it gradually became sharp and piercing.

Take control of the situation!

Although Elena Badin also knew that such an idea was ridiculous: a freshman, facing the siege of more than 20 reporters, was controlling the situation while chatting and laughing, and instead forced the reporters into a dead end step by step, leaving them hanging in a position, unable to move forward or backward.

But this is what is happening in reality. A group of reporters surrounded Gawain and MacDonald, but they just stared blankly and could not make a sound.

The scene had 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 journalists to prepare for interviews. Such an opportunity was really rare and she was really excited.

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Afterwards, Elena was nervous, worried that Gawain's toughness might anger the reporters, and then these hyenas would rush forward and tear Gawain into countless pieces. The tense scene made the adrenaline burst out completely.

Now, Elena was relaxed, watching the scene with amazement and admiration. In just two minutes, she experienced the excitement of ups and downs like a roller coaster, which was really an eye-opener.

It turns out that the interview can be carried out in this way.

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

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

"Gao Wen, you keep stressing the journalists. Is this considered sexism?"

ha.

After Elena finished asking the question, she blinked at Gawain, as if to say: How about it, does this question stump you?

The corners of Gao Wen's mouth slightly raised, "Sorry, I definitely didn't mean that. Here, I apologize to every female reporter."

Such a straightforward apology, without any of the aggressive tone just now, successfully changed the atmosphere, and low laughter was heard from the crowd.

Gawain and Elena exchanged glances, and a similar lightness could be seen in their eyes. Then, Elena continued to ask questions without pausing.

"I'm Elena Bardin, a reporter for the UCLA school newspaper. I want to ask you, what were your special feelings before the game when you played as the No. 1 singles player for the first time, and in an important match against a rival in the same city? And what were your thoughts when you finally won the game?"

This is a very standard question, and it puts us back on track.

The eighth update.

(End of this chapter)