Chapter 252: Going forward together

Here, the reporters tried to surround Gao Wen but failed. No matter how they edited and edited the video, it would be hard to make a flower, which was frustrating.

On the other side, the reporters who failed to intercept rushed to another stadium, ready to place all their bets on another "explosive point".

Two hours later, Zverev took the court to face his second round opponent.

I don’t know if it was due to his own condition or the pressure brought by off-court attention, but Zverev’s game was still a bit bumpy.

In the first set, the two sides were very close, and Zverev won 6:4 with just one break advantage.

However, in the second set, Zverev was not able to show his dominance as expected. The game was still very tense. With breaks and counter-breaks, the score was 6:6 and entered the tiebreak.

Afterwards, while saving set points and wasting break points, both sides got some opportunities and missed some opportunities. In the end, the score was fixed at "12:10", and Zverev won with his deeper strength.

No matter what, victory is victory after all, and it was a straight-set victory. Successfully advancing to the next round is the most important thing, but such a process and score are not what people expected at all.

Because Binghamton is only a challenge tournament, and because Zverev has so many expectations and attention, everyone expects his performance to be stronger and more exciting. However, the overall performance in the first and second rounds fluctuated significantly, which was inevitably disappointing: "The favorite to win the championship, is this it?"

It's easy to tell that after the game, the reporters will never let Zverev off easily.

This was indeed the case. Zverev was squeezed by more than 30 reporters and could hardly move. The surging crowd blocked Zverev's way. The bustling and dense figures were truly breathtaking. Even if he didn't want to be interviewed, he had nowhere to escape.

Buzz buzz buzz.

Buzz, buzz, buzz! It's like a hundred thousand flies buzzing around my ears, annoying but impossible to get rid of.

"How was your condition today?", "How would you rate your game?", "Is your condition not the best because of the time difference and weather?", "How do you evaluate your opponent today?", "Do you think you can adjust to the best in the next game?", "Are you satisfied with your performance?"...

Seemingly familiar.

The same venue, the same people, the same questions, the scenes of yesterday and today were just copied and pasted, and the reporters were still merciless to Zverev Jr.

"Sasha, Gao also successfully advanced today. The two of you are making progress together. If you continue with this momentum, you will most likely face off in the finals. What do you think of Gao's performance?"

Go hand in hand?

On par with each other?

The reporters actually put Zverev Jr. and that unknown person together. Just the words and tone of the questions made people feel uncomfortable.

Zverev replied angrily, "I don't know, I just focus on my own game and I haven't watched other players' games yet."

This answer has suppressed a lot of negative emotions and tried to avoid being angered by reporters as much as possible.

But the reporters could sense Zverev's depression, so they continued to fan the flames.

"Sasha, you're still not in your best form, but Gao's touch is getting hotter and hotter. If you two play against each other, are you still confident that you can win the championship?"

Zverev: ???

What kind of question is this that creates forced conflict?

Because his agent didn't inform him in advance, Zverev was completely unaware of the online craze, and even less aware of what his words meant. He just felt confused, why are these people picking on an unknown person? Is his father a big shot? Zverev's irritation surged in his chest, "No, I don't think he can be a threat."

He threw back a straightforward retort, his eyes showing a hint of disgust, but he still couldn't vent out the turbidity in his chest. Looking at the eager eyes of the reporters in front of him, he said viciously: "Who is he? I don't know him!"

Boom! Again! That offensive word appeared again!

Then Zverev pushed away the surging crowd of reporters and prepared to break through.

But how could the reporters be willing to let their prey go so easily? They followed Zverev step by step, not only without any regret or annoyance, but also with great enthusiasm. Like sharks smelling blood, they bit Zverev's flesh and kept tearing it apart.

"Sasha, Gao said he'd make you remember his name!"

The words were the same, but the differences in context, tone and intonation could convey completely different attitudes. The reporter in front of him rushed towards Zverev with a strong sense of provocation, mixed with the heat of the sun, and hit him hard on the nose like a heavy punch.

Full of power.

After Zverev tried to break free from the circle of reporters but failed, a piercing sound hit him, and then he turned his head and almost hit the reporter's microphone. He felt a round and hard object being stuffed into his mouth relentlessly. His heart almost jumped out, and he looked at the reporter with wide eyes.

"Then let him try."

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The voice came out from the depths of his throat, with a slightly hoarse roar, and it showed its claws like a devil, hitting back mercilessly.

More importantly, Zverev immediately erupted with a powerful force from inside out, and pushed the reporters to make a passage. As a result, because the reporters were too crowded, his center of gravity was pushed back, and he fell to the ground like a domino when he lost his balance.

Zverev hesitated for a moment, but eventually rushed out and walked away with big strides, leaving chaos behind him.

Hulala.

Hulala.

The scene was a mess.

"Zverev felt the severe challenge from Gao, became angry and had a serious physical conflict with the reporter."

The reporter's malicious intent can be felt from the news headlines.

In fact, Zverev's irritability had no direct connection with Gao Wen, but the reporters deliberately linked it this way, as if Zverev and Gao Wen had just finished a boxing match, and then exaggerated the reporter's injuries on the scene to create the illusion of a river of blood. The terrifying keywords instantly ignited the Internet.

The reporters then attached a large number of photos showing the mess at the scene, as if a typhoon had passed through. Although they did not say it explicitly, the invisible connections between the words and the content implied that all this was caused by Zverev Jr., which was simply shocking.

Compared with yesterday, today went a step further. All the attacking firepower was directed at Zverev Jr., and in the midst of the bombardment, netizens showed no mercy. The overwhelming complaints and curses broke out like a flood, instantly engulfing Zverev Jr.

(End of this chapter)