Of course, from a paper analysis, the draw is indeed clear at a glance, but the greatest charm of competitive sports is that everything is possible before the real fight.

Otherwise, Federer's upset loss to Seppi at the Australian Open and Djokovic's upset loss to Wawrinka at the French Open would not have happened.

So, where will this year's Wimbledon go? When the flames of Wimbledon are extinguished, will the era turn a new page?

Let’s wait and see who will win.

The smoke of gunpowder could be felt from the pre-match press conference. It was not just directed at Gao Wen. All reporters could feel the restlessness and excitement at the crossroads of history. Press conferences of all sizes became more lively and tense, and the questions became more sharp.

Of course, Gao Wen was no exception.

"...Gao Wen, may I ask, will Jennifer Lawrence come to watch the game?"

The first question at the beginning was full of gunpowder, provocative and stimulating. Even before Gao Wen took his seat, he had already pulled the trigger without any concealment.

Gao Wen was adjusting his chair and hadn't had time to sit down yet. When he heard the question, he simply stood up slightly and looked around, his face full of confusion.

"How about I leave now and let Jennifer Lawrence come to hold a press conference instead?"

The humorous and light-hearted response caused laughter to break out at the scene.

Then, Gawain sat down, restrained his smile, and gave a formal response with a serious face.

"No, I'm not sure. In fact, I don't have her contact information. Why don't you contact her to confirm and then notify me in advance so that I can bring a bulletproof vest when I come to the press conference to avoid the possibility of being shot at any time. To be honest, I was a little panicked just now."

The whole audience burst into laughter——

Not only humorous, but also witty.

Without making a sound, Gawain emphasized that he did not have Lawrence's contact information. He drew a line in the sand in this way without appearing too serious or formal, which would have made things more obvious. His generous and upright attitude has continued from two weeks ago to the present.

However, the reporter was still unwilling to let Gao Wen off easily, and kept asking him questions. One could sense the malice in his plain words.

"Gao Wen, you have repeatedly clarified the rumors, but related topics still keep coming up. Do you think the existence of the rumors affects your performance on the field?"

It turns out that the reporter also knew that he was shamelessly pestering people, but the point is that even though he knew this, the topic still revolved around the scandal and he continued to attack blatantly. It was hard to tell whether this was smart or shameless. It was really eye-opening.

So, how should Gao Wen respond? Should he take the opportunity to scold the reporter harshly?

No, of course not.

If he swore loudly, the reporter's strategy would succeed; what's more, some swear words could not hurt the reporter's face at all.

Gao Wen had a calm expression on his face, revealing a sense of confidence in his composure.

"No, of course not." Lightly, but firmly.

"Actually, I'm more worried about you. These rumors may affect your work."

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"Because each of you has become a parrot that keeps repeating the same topic. You are becoming more and more alike, with no new ideas, no professionalism, and I am worried that if this continues, either paparazzi will take your jobs away or artificial intelligence will take your place. That would be a real shame."

After saying this, Gao Wen's eyes revealed a hint of regret and remorse, as if he was mourning for the reporter. Then the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his eyes were clear, and he met the gazes of all the reporters in the audience with dignity, clear and firm, recording the expressions of all the reporters in the audience in his mind bit by bit with his eyes.

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Everything was quiet, not a sound was heard.

In a trance, even the sound of breathing disappeared. Everyone looked at each other in amazement. There was no sound at all. Time seemed to have stopped.

Damn it!

It’s better to lose the battle than the person. How could the crowd of reporters in front of him be intimidated by Gao Wen’s words?

After a brief moment of silence, a reporter spoke up.

"So, are you questioning our work? Or are you provoking the media?"

The air in the whole place was stagnant.

This time, the reporter did not raise his hand or stand up, but just sat in the crowd to protect himself. Looking around, he had the illusion that he was speaking for all the reporters. All the eyes in the room were rushing towards Gawain, and the oppressive feeling of silence was overwhelming.

The target of public criticism——

This was how Gawain felt. He was experiencing the pain of being pierced by thousands of arrows. Even the surface of his skin seemed to be burning. Those provocative and questioning eyes were looking at him, but Gawain was not nervous at all. Not only that, but the corners of his mouth slightly lifted up.

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Such a scene is really rare. The reporters are united in their hatred of the enemy. It seems that Gao Wen's words just now really hit their sore spot.

There was no panic or anxiety. Gawain was not in a hurry to explain himself. He paused for a moment, carefully looking at the reporters in front of him, and finally his eyes fell on the corner where the sound came from. His eyes, like the abyss, quietly depicted the faces that represented the uncrowned king.

Then.

"So, this reporter works for The Sun?"

"Of course not."

"oh."

The conversation was almost like a wall-to-wall question-and-answer session, but the reporters obviously did not expect that Gao Wen did not answer the sharp question just now, but instead took the initiative to ask another question, cleverly using the reporters' indignation to elicit a protest answer, and then cut it off abruptly.

"Oh," said Gawain.

An exclamation abruptly solidified the tense atmosphere at the scene, so that the anger and confrontation were suspended in the air. After a little thought, the taste of humiliation and shame spread. There was no need for words to feel the contempt: if it is not from "The Sun", why is it associated with "The Sun"? Silence is better than words.

"......" The reporter who asked the question finally couldn't control himself. He stood up slightly, tried to struggle, tried to protest, tried to use physical movements to convey his counterattack. Countless words swirled in his throat, but no sound came out, and then he sat down again.

Surprise, shock, shame, humiliation, anger...

Mixed emotions surged in my chest, almost ready to explode.

Looking at Gao Wen, who was smiling and calm in front of him, a chill ran through his body, like an electric current running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and then goose bumps appeared crazily. It was even difficult to describe the feeling. He just subconsciously began to dodge and avoid his sight.

—— Terrible! Since the premiere of "Mission Impossible 5" two weeks ago, these reporters/paparazzi have been asking questions non-stop, like a broken tape recorder, over and over again without any change or meaning, but Gawain always greeted them with a smile, never got angry, never scolded, and never lost control.

Until now, the hidden trick has been detonated. It is really too brutal and cruel, but no reporter on the scene can refute it.

Silence is not a choice, but being speechless.