With the end of the competition, it was ti for the press interviews, but this ti, the interviewer wasn't Chu Rui. The ten reporters who were previously scattered across ten arenas had now gathered here, so... it was another reporter who took charge of the interview.
Up in the stands, that reporter wore a formulaic smile and began in a formulaic manner, "First of all, on behalf of all spectators, I congratulate you on winning this match. Do you have anything to say about the battle?"
Faced with such a formulaic interview, the other party was clearly used to it and handled it with ease. Wiping the sweat off his face, the opposing team's captain panted, "The other team is very strong, and we encountered a lot of difficulties, but fortunately, we were united and finally persevered."
This chanical response seemingly gave the reporter a sense of accomplishnt as he smiled and continued, "As a team captain, you played a great leadership role in this battle, personally defeating two powerful enemies. We're very curious to know, what motivated you to perform so exceptionally?"
Hearing the reporter's question, the captain grinned broadly and spoke passionately, "Being able to perform so well is mainly due to my teammates' support. Also, here... I want to thank my ntor, my dad, my mom, and also my uncle, my aunt, and my grandparents... Without their encouragent and support, I couldn't have made it to this day. Here... I want to tell them that I didn't let you down! I did it..."
"Ugh..." Hearing this guy's chanical voice, the Fantasy Dream Team beca visibly impatient. Po Kong even cursed outright, "Damn it... the competition isn't over yet, the champion hasn't been decided, what have you achieved, and why thank so many people? He could bore the living to death!"
The audience, already dry from the interview, was fine at the start, but as the captain began thanking person after person, impatience grew among them, especially those who had experienced interviews by Chu Rui. They began to shout loudly, "Is this even called an interview?"
What beca unbearable for everyone was the captain's endless thanking, while the reporter nodded along satisfied like a pecking chick. Damn it... who wants to hear all this? Who cares who this guy wants to thank? Couldn't he ask so interesting questions that people actually care about?
Among the uproar, the captain finally stopped speaking and at the sa ti, the self-satisfied reporter spoke up once more, "Alright, that's about it. Now the last question, are you confident about winning the final victory in this competition and becoming the representative team for Mountain Sea Academy?"
Yet another formulaic question led to an inevitable formulaic answer. The captain, with a fierce look, solemnly said, "Having co this far, all teams are strong, so... we dare not make any bold claims. The outco will be decided on the field."
"For crying out loud!" Faced with such a carefully guarded response, the audience finally lost its patience, collectively cursing. The entire interview was beating around the bush—asking was as good as not asking, answering was as good as not answering. Listening to the interview was not only unnecessary but also led to frustration.
The poor reporter seed not to understand what was happening and turned around with a smile, saying, "Well, that concludes this interview. Reporter number four—Yu Xia, reporting for you all here."
Watching the reporter walk towards the field, Xin Yun shook his head with a wry smile. The reporter was actually quite dedicated, but she failed to grasp the right approach. She cared more about being precise, about being standard, yet she overlooked what the audience was most interested in. Such an interview was watertight, but in being error-free, it also lacked character. Lacking any vitality, an interview like this, and a reporter like that, were destined to be ordinary.
In contrast, Chu Rui's interviews were not confined to any form. Although she might make mistakes or even offend people, her interviews were lively, vivid, full of life, and liked by all spectators. In the end, it really ca down to a difference in intelligence.
In the sa environnt, facing the sa person, different reporters would ask different questions. A clever reporter could always ask key questions that interested everybody while so reporters, no matter how many tis they interviewed, would only ask a few formulaic questions, boring themselves and irritating everyone else.
As the interview concluded, it was ti for the Fantasy Dream Team to make their appearance. This round would be the second lineup. After parting with Yi Luo Xiang and Yan Qingying, Xin Yun, Po Kong, and Ming Xuan strode into the waiting room. anwhile, the instructor responsible for organizing the matches started to announce that preparation ti for the next match was beginning.
Entering the waiting room, Po Kong chuckled as he summoned his Emperor Sword Dragon and said to Xin Yun, "How about we change up the way we compete this match?"
"Change up the way we compete?" Hearing Po Kong's words, Xin Yun looked puzzled, not understanding Po Kong's intention.
Seeing Xin Yun's confused expression, Po Kong said with a wry smile, "If you're still going to use that defensive tactic, I'm sure to lose to you again. That move of yours is just too shaless, it's basically unbeatable."
"Tch..." Scornfully curling his lip, Xin Yun shook his head, "In this world, there's no such thing as an unbeatable technique or power. Not to ntion anything else, that move wouldn't work against you."
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