At that moment, all the reporters in the media room were waiting anxiously. Those sitting nearby whispered to one another.
"Why haven't they come out yet? This wait is killing me."
"Yeah, Brother Yi still hasn't come out. This half hour feels like half a year."
"Only half a year? To me, it feels like half a lifetime."
After all, news reports were supposed to prioritize accuracy and timeliness.
But now, many reporters had already put accuracy aside. Timeliness was what mattered most to them. Whoever could get an attention-grabbing story first would reap the greatest rewards.
Of course, some reporters were more understanding. One of them said:
"Today's one-on-one match took a huge toll on Brother Yi."
"Put yourselves in his shoes. If we were 37 years old and had just finished such a physically demanding one-on-one match, what would we want most?"
"To rest. Of course we'd want to rest. If it were me, all I'd want to do right now is go home and lie in bed, with nobody disturbing me."
"Exactly. If it were me, I'd want to lie down on the court floor right now and sleep until I'd had enough."
"But Brother Yi doesn't have that option. As a public figure, even after such an exhausting match, he can't just go rest or sleep like we can. He still has to take our questions. So please be considerate and give him a little more time."
After hearing this reporter's words, the others' impatience eased a little.
Just then, footsteps sounded. Everyone looked toward the media room's side entrance, where several figures were slowly approaching.
Everyone's spirits immediately lifted, and they hurriedly picked up their cameras to take pictures.
But when they saw that it wasn't Wang Yi, but the head of Yushu Technology and