Then she asked her second question:
"In the Finals, you'll face the Zen Master's Lakers again, along with the younger Arthur and the Triangle Offense. How do you plan to limit them? Or how do you plan to attack? Can you give us a hint?"
Wang Yi shook his head. "I can't."
Even his expression changed from the smile he'd worn moments earlier to one of complete seriousness.
The fans burst out laughing:
"Brother Yi really is a straight-up guy."
"If you're going to refuse, could you at least not be so direct about it? So blunt?"
"You could at least say, 'Sorry, no comment.' Just saying 'I can't' sounds so hurtful."
"That beautiful reporter doesn't even know what to say now. Hahahaha."
Camille really was at a loss for words.
In the past four years, she'd conducted many interviews, including with some famous stars who were notoriously difficult to interview.
But even when those stars weren't willing to answer, they'd at least say, "Sorry, no comment."
She'd gotten used to that, but this was the first time she'd experienced someone as direct as Wang Yi, who simply said, "I can't."
Of course, she knew Wang Yi wasn't deliberately giving her a hard time. That was just his personality.
When Wang Yi was being interviewed, if there was something he couldn't say, he never said, "Sorry, no comment."
He just said, "I can't."
As the saying went, sincerity was the ultimate weapon. When Wang Yi said, "I can't," reporters often broke out in a cold sweat.
Fortunately, Camille had been prepared, so she quickly regained her composure.
She asked Wang Yi one last question:
"Wang, what are your hopes for China Team's performance at this summer's Olympic Games?"
Wang Yi smiled. "Naturally, to defend our title."
Wang Yi thought his