Luo Xiaoyu secretly squeezed through the crowd and finally reached where she was supposed to be, hurriedly beginning her interviews.
Geng Shuai was a man of few words. "Wang Chao played well today. I... performed normally, I guess. Wang Chao is a newcomer, so you should ask him more questions."
Lu Jia was as low-key as ever. "Wang Chao commanded things well today. Don't be fooled by the fact that I'm the main attacker—Wang Chao actually did far more than I did. All right, no more questions. I'm going to change."
Seeing this, Luo Xiaoyu could not help but sigh. Jiangcheng City's team really was united and friendly.
Tian Zhengguang smoothed his hair while Gao Ming adjusted his cuffs. Both looked like they wanted to get on television too, but Luo Xiaoyu gave them no chance.
She stood before Wang Chao, filled with anticipation.
Luo Xiaoyu had once scoffed at table tennis. Yet after watching Wang Chao utterly crush his opponent in a match from up close, she had somehow fallen in love with the sport. She later applied to the station to cover table tennis going forward, and the station naturally welcomed it, since table tennis was far less popular than basketball or soccer.
So when Luo Xiaoyu stood before Wang Chao again, she was no longer the clueless newbie she had been before.
She had crammed countless videos of major international tournaments and learned plenty of technical terms and basic knowledge. Yet no matter how many duels between world-class masters she watched, she still felt that Wang Chao played incredibly coolly, no worse than anyone else.
She was Wang Chao's first female fan.
"How did you perform today?" Luo Xiaoyu copied Zhou Tingfang's question.
"It was all right. A normal performance," Wang Chao said.
Luo Xiaoyu continued copying