Chapter 262: Gloating over Misfortune
"Sasha..."
"…Sasha."
"Sasha", "Sasha", "Sasha"...
It seemed as if the whole world was calling Zverev's name, but the complete sentences were lost in the hustle and bustle, making it difficult to distinguish the specific content. Then the whole audience was like thousands of flies fighting, so noisy that it was hard to breathe.
Zverev wanted to lose his temper, but he also knew that if he did, it would play into the hands of the reporters, who would be eager for him to take action.
Those faces and those pairs of eyes clearly showed gloating, so naked and undisguised that it hurt Zverev's pride.
"Sasha, what do you think about the player you thought was unworthy making it to the finals?"
The question finally emerged from the hustle and bustle, and then all the reporters in the audience closed their mouths, their eyes filled with expectation, as if they could tear Zverev into countless pieces and eat him alive in the next second.
Gurgling.
Gurgling.
Zverev's lungs were churning, and he tried his best to suppress his anger and barely maintain a bit of sanity.
“I will go all out to win the championship.”
In fact, Zverev's match was scheduled to start thirty minutes after the end of the first semi-final. It was also on Court No. 1 and in the same locker room. The four semi-finalists even had a brief meeting in the locker room. In other words, they all knew the result of the first semi-final.
The agent knew that things were not going well, so he prepared an official answer for Zverev in advance:
That is to say, be confident but polite, and do not directly respond to any questions from reporters.
But how could the reporters easily let Zverev off?
"You still don't know him now? Do you still think he's not worth mentioning?"
Zverev: …
This is almost like a slap in the face, isn't it? Reporters are expecting him to respond, should he offer the other cheek?
"Whenever a player stands on the final stage, I will go all out to win the championship."
Zverev Jr. almost squeezed out the words from between his teeth and answered with gritted teeth.
The reporters all understood. It seemed that the agent or PR person should have explained it in advance. So what should they do? If the player is stubborn and unswervingly follows the agent/PR person's speech, then the reporters can't torture him into confessing. But the point is, is Zverev like this?
"Sasha, your answer seems to be a rote repetition of the same sentence. Are you going to answer all questions like this without daring to speak your true thoughts? I thought you were different from other players, more honest and brave."
It is a method of provocation and also a method of encouragement.
The reporter's rhetoric was very clever. Zverev, who was only 17 years old, was still too young and was immediately trapped.
"I'm not. I don't."
"I didn't know him, and I still don't know him now. I don't even remember his name. It's a hard name to pronounce, and nobody would spend time remembering a guy who doesn't have a world ranking."
Boom! It exploded, and finally it exploded. Zverev couldn't hold it back and blurted out his true thoughts.
The reporters were all extremely excited and kept asking questions.
"But he made it to the final, which means he is no longer an unknown."
Zverev also knows this without reporters reminding him.
He repeatedly stressed that the guy was not worth mentioning, but that guy made it to the finals. The slap in the face came too fast like a tornado, which made Zverev very frustrated.
It is precisely because of this that in today's semi-final, Zverev held his breath, played at full strength, played a wonderful game, and presented his best form since arriving in Binghamton. However, no one cared, and the reporters did not even mention it. All they said was about that guy.
Damn it!
Then, Zverev responded in a bang-on-the-wall manner: “But I’m going to beat him.”
His flushed face revealed his inner anger and frustration, and the cruelty in his eyes still showed the young man's irritability and frivolity. All his emotions were bubbling out. The reporter only needed to tease him lightly, and the dormant volcano would immediately go into eruption mode.
Seemingly dissatisfied with the reporter's relentless pursuit, Zverev added, "I will win the championship."
Very powerful!
Sonorous and powerful!
The same words have different feelings. The former version by the agent/publicist shows the high morale of young people; the latter version by Zverev shows the arrogance and arrogance of young people.
Of course, it can also be interpreted as the vigor and passion of young people.
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The point is not the words, but the media’s interpretation.
So, that evening, the news on social networks showed this situation: "Zverev: He is still not worth mentioning."
"Zverev made a strong announcement of his victory."
"Zverev is arrogant and confident."
Even though Gawain made it to the final and gave Gawain a slap in the face, the young and energetic Zverev still refused to acknowledge his opponent's performance, confidently and ostentatiously showing his inner desire for victory and the championship; moreover, apart from the championship, I'm afraid Zverev and Gawain have become irreconcilable.
Damn it.
After leaving the circle of reporters, Zverev's face was gloomy, and his whole mind was thinking about how to defeat Gao Wen. He was ready to teach Gao Wen a lesson, let Gao Wen see what a professional game is, let Gao Wen see what real strength is.
Not worth mentioning, just not worth mentioning.
Now Zverev has already pressed Gao Wen to the ground and rubbed him again and again in his mind. What is his level? What is that guy's level? Why do reporters compare them again and again? What does this mean?
In tomorrow's final, Zverev is eager to play against Gawain. In this way, he will have the opportunity to defeat that insignificant guy with his own hands, use the game to prove that the guy is indeed not worth discussing at all, and use his own strength to expose the guy's true colors.
If you want to get ahead through hype, you have to look at who your opponent is. You really don't know your own limitations.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Zverev felt like the volcano in his chest was about to erupt.
So much so that when the agent saw Zverev's gloomy expression, he didn't say anything more and let out a long sigh: As long as Zverev defeats Gawain and becomes the champion, everything will no longer be a problem. This is the ultimate secret of competitive sports. As long as you can win the championship, everything will be right.
What? Zverev lost unexpectedly? To be honest, no one in Zverev's team ever worried about this. What they worried about was the reporters' reports, not the unknown person.
Gao Wen: A-choo.
Gawain couldn't help but sneeze, and looked around. Could it be that someone was missing him?
Fourth update.
(End of this chapter)