Chapter 819: Full of Hatred
The press conference room fell into a brief silence, very, very brief, but it was precisely this fleeting silence that formed a sharp contrast with the previous noise.
A sense of absurdity arises spontaneously.
Yu Jia actually wanted to laugh a little bit, and tried his best to control the corners of his mouth, but the smile still flowed out from the depths of his eyes uncontrollably: As expected of Gao Wen, he always seemed to have a way to deal with the reporters' bombardment; and, although he was obviously challenging the bottom line of reporters all the time, he was not annoying.
Wait, does everyone dislike him, or is he the only one who doesn't dislike him? "So..."
The silence was soon broken. The entire place was bustling with reporters. Finally, someone stood up and spoke up, regaining the initiative.
"Gao Wen, may I ask, what are your expectations for this year's Australian Open? The second week? The semi-finals? Or... the championship?"
The questions were the same as before, still related to the championship series, and the reporters also showed their tenacity: How could Gawain get away so easily?
However, Gao Wen's mouth corners slightly raised, and a faint laugh could be caught. Not only was he not panicked, he seemed to be laughing at the reporter's questions being too boring.
"You mean now?"
"Yes, now."
“Win the first round.”
Back and forth, "Gao Wen VS reporter", a wall-to-wall question and answer, simple and direct, yet effortless, it put an end to the issue in the blink of an eye.
The reporter's voice was tense, while Gao Wen's voice was brisk, forming a sharp contrast in the ping-pong collision of questions and answers.
Then it became increasingly clear that Gao Wen's answer was a matter of course. The reporters wanted to refute, but their thoughts turned in their minds and the words were stuck in their throats: Since he thought he was not the favorite to win the championship, his current goal was naturally to win the next round and advance one round at a time.
This makes the reporters' questions seem too stupid and out of touch with reality.
Seeing the teasing and mockery flashing in Gao Wen's eyes, he felt ashamed and embarrassed for a moment at the press conference.
But the journalists' skin, which has been tempered through thousands of trials, is still tough enough. They immediately respond with new questions and keep working hard. When one journalist falls, thousands of others will stand up again.
"Who do you think is the favorite to win this year? Who has the best chance of winning the Australian Open?"
"Novak."
This back and forth was almost at the level of a quick response. The reporter had just finished asking the question when Gao Wen's answer popped out without any thought or hesitation.
blurt out!
Reporters couldn't help but think of Agassi and Gao Hongli's answers, but the key is here:
They couldn't refute it either.
Djokovic is indeed still the biggest favorite this year, with Federer and Wawrinka at most - after all, the latter two also won the championship in the first week of the new season.
Compared to Gawain, the above three are the real favorites to win the championship. Gawain's appeal and persuasiveness are still a little lacking after all.
Moreover, from the coaching team to Gao Wen himself, everyone showed humility and believed without hesitation that Djokovic was the favorite to win the championship.
As a result, it would be extremely difficult for reporters to continue to sow discord and create some sparks between Gawain and Djokovic.
Reporters can even imagine how the world No. 1 would answer if a similar question was posed to Djokovic. He would definitely humbly list the names of Federer, Nadal, Wawrinka and others, and then say that rising stars such as Raonic, Gawain, Dimitrov and others are also worth looking forward to.
Reciprocity.
It also means that it is boring.
this……
Looking at Gao Wen, who always had a smile on his face, and was calm and composed throughout the whole process, without any sign of panic at all, the reporters knew that this young man was obviously well prepared, and his performance in answering every question was flawless, without any direct impact of pressure.
So, what else can you do? Just chill!
"Gawain, are you saying that you don't think Roger and Rafa have any chance?"
No matter what, you have to force it.
At the press conference, a reporter still reluctantly made a provocative remark, but such a forceful attack was already looked down upon in the eyes of others:
The original question was "favorites to win the championship", which is naturally a question of probability. Players can't rank all 32 seeds in a row and count them, right?
Sure enough, facing the reporter's aggressiveness, Gao Wen was not panicked at all. Not only that, but he even laughed softly, from the corners of his mouth to the bottom of his eyes.
Then, Gawain spoke with a serious face but a light tone.
"Technically, each of us has a 0.78% chance."
One second.
After the answer came out, the reporter who asked the question was stunned, paused for a second, and then blurted out, "...What? Why is it 0.78%?"
Right next to him, a reporter tried to stop his colleague from making a fool of himself, but he was a beat too late, and then he covered his face speechlessly.
"Haha," Gao Wen chuckled, "One in one hundred and twenty-eight."
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Everyone covered their faces.
There are 128 draws in Grand Slam singles tournaments. If you predict the champion before the first round of matches, mathematically speaking, everyone has a 0.78% chance.
The reporter responded with a reflexive "What do you mean..."
Huh.
A large number of reporters at the scene held their foreheads and sighed, they couldn't bear to watch, they couldn't bear to watch! Yu Jia even noticed that even the Japanese reporters who were not very proficient in English lowered their heads and covered their faces, unable to believe the tragedy at the scene. The reporter camp could be said to be completely defeated. Their colleagues didn't even have the energy to laugh at each other and despise each other. One or two of them just turned their eyes away and pretended that they were not at the scene.
The press conference room was a scorched earth.
But fortunately, the Serbian journalist pulled back from the brink and did not continue to make stupid mistakes, thus avoiding the danger of further exposing his ignorance:
It is a shame that tennis journalists do not know what the number "128" means to the Grand Slam.
At the critical moment, the reporter managed to control himself.
"…Ahem, I mean, what do you mean?"
The reporter tried to hide his predicament. The word "128" rolled around on his tongue, but he swallowed it. Then an idea flashed in his mind. He seized the opportunity and without time to think, he launched a counterattack in an attempt to turn the tide.
He wanted to prove himself, he wanted to see Gawain get humiliated, he wanted to save face.
"Do you think the qualifiers have the same chance of winning as Djokovic?"
Rustling.
The audience's eyes were surging towards the Serbian reporter, and there was a look of disbelief behind every face: This... is not a stupid teammate? The "teammate" here does not refer to fellow reporters, but Serbian compatriots. This reporter is simply trying to attract hatred for Djokovic's strength! The smile on Gao Wen's mouth disappeared, and his expression became extremely serious, and even his eyes revealed a solemnity.
The air was slightly stagnant.
"Yes."
He said.
"I think every player in the draw has the same chance of winning, whether it's a qualifier, a wildcard, or a top eight seed, all of them."
"Why? Do you have any opinions about the qualifiers?"
(End of this chapter)