Zhigao Supreme: The Legend of Greenery

Chapter 169 Stop, Don't Run

4-0 victory over visiting Copenhagen, gratifying.

Although he sent an assist in the game, Yu Liang, who missed the goal, was still a little depressed.Especially after being surrounded by reporters, I felt even worse.

"I heard that there is a conflict between you and Sun Jihai, can you talk about it?"

"Yu Liang heard that you are dissatisfied with the substitute position of the national team. Can you talk about your experience in the national team? Are you dissatisfied with Zhu's tactical arrangement?"

"Did you not play in the last round of the Premier League because of your physical fatigue caused by the national team game? Is it because you were dissatisfied with Director Zhu because you sat for nine and 10 minutes?"

Looking at the reporters around him, all asking about things between himself, Sun Jihai, and the national team, Yu Liang was so angry that he didn't say anything.

Yu Liang looked at the crowd and found no reporter Liu Cheng, then shook his head and refused the interview: "Please make room, I don't want to accept any interviews now!"

He thought he would be able to get away with this, but he didn't expect that Yu Liang's words would elicit even greater repercussions.

"Yu Liang, are you guilty and afraid to accept our interview?"

"So you said those words, is it true? Are you really dissatisfied with Director Zhu?"

"I heard that you want to be the core figure of the national team. Do you think that Zheng Zhi's ability cannot be the core of the national team?"

Oh, I'm going, this still makes people alive!

If I don't accept an interview, the reporters can think so much?

Perhaps there was no conflict with the national team.

Now if the reporters write this, it is not just a matter of being expelled from the national team, but a matter of being rejected by the teammates of the national team.

The reporters are trying to push him into the pit of fire.

Even if Director Zhu recruits him to join the national team, he won't be able to survive in the national team.

It seemed that something had to be said.

After making up his mind, Yu Liang raised his hands and pressed down.

"Everyone, be quiet, be quiet! I said that I will not accept any media interviews from today! But this has nothing to do with the national team, and I don't mean to hurt any teammate of the national team! You are all sports reporters, no Gossip reporters, please show your professional ethics! Well, everyone, let me reiterate again that I will not accept any media interviews from today on!"

After speaking, Yu Liang opened a passage with his hand and walked out.

When he walked to the entrance of the player tunnel, a black shadow flashed past him.

"Stop, don't run!"

Yu Liang took a closer look and recognized that it was Liu Cheng, a reporter from a certain wave, the guy who interviewed him last time.

After shouting, Yu Liang ran after him.

"Stop, you wretch!"

Although Yu Liang's speed is relatively slow among professional football players, compared to a reporter who has not exercised all year round, Yu Liang's speed can be called fast.

After catching up with Liu Cheng, Yu Liang grabbed his clothes.

The movement between Yu Liang and Liu Cheng was clearly seen by the reporters. After being stunned, they immediately swarmed after him.

Yu Liang looked at the reporter who was chasing up again, and looked at Liu Cheng: "Aren't you going to explain?"

"Explain what?"

Liu Cheng looked at Yu Liang with surprise.

That's right, those manuscripts were all written by him and sent back to China.

As for the original transcript of the interview, he has hidden it away.

As long as he doesn't say anything, no one knows what Yu Liang said.

Even if Yu Liang is alone now, he doesn't intend to explain anything, let alone there are so many reporters around now.

After working in the industry for more than ten years, the reason why he has no influence in this circle is because he can't write a manuscript like Shen Fei.

Although he intends to use Yu Liang to improve his position and seek greater benefits.

But when he picked up the pen, he didn't know how to start.

The reason is because his professional knowledge of football is limited.

For this reason, he thought of an eye-catching method, exaggerating and creating something out of nothing.

Although the manuscript I wrote didn't say anything clearly, it was ambiguous enough to make people imagine.Although not professional enough, at least his manuscript caused a sensation.

It's not that yesterday he was appreciated by the editor-in-chief and got his own bonus.Of course, he also knew that when he met Yu Liang again, Yu Liang would definitely not let him go.

So when he came to the arena today, he kept a low profile.

When Yu Liang was being interviewed just now, he hid in the player tunnel and eavesdropped on the conversation between the reporters and Yu Liang.In order to provide himself with material, just as he was jotting down with a pen on his notebook, Yu Liang had already walked over, and he was so frightened that he was so guilty that he ran away immediately, but was caught up by Yu Liang unexpectedly up.

"Explain what?"

Yu Liang never thought that a person could be so shameless.

You must know that Liu Cheng is a professional sports reporter.

Hearing Liu Cheng's words, Yu Liang became a little annoyed: "Explain what, don't you want to explain those news?"

Now that these reporters are here, Yu Liang hopes to clarify the whole matter directly.

As an old reporter who has been in the sports industry for more than ten years, Liu Cheng's flamboyance is not comparable to that of Yu Liang.

"It's not you who let go first!"

Liu Cheng struggled a bit.

Yu Liang saw that there were reporters all around him, so he just let go.

"What am I explaining?"

While tidying up his clothes, Liu Cheng put away his notebook.With a faint smile, he looked at Yu Liang: "What do you need me to explain?"

"Do I need to remind you?"

Looking at Liu Cheng who looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, Yu Liang became anxious.

"What do you mean I am dissatisfied with the substitute position of the national team? Did I say this? What do you mean I hope to represent the national team in the Asian Cup next year as the core of the team? Do you **** have a conscience? Huh? Did I say so?"

Yu Liang asked back, in his own opinion there is no problem.

But keen reporters immediately spotted a problem.

State fatigue!
"Yu Liang, did you say that the poor state at Manchester United was caused by the national team competition?"

"Yes. I said it will be a little bit related. After all, the journey back and forth is too long, and I don't get enough rest. Under such circumstances, it is very difficult to maintain an excellent state!"

Yu Liang listened to what the reporter said, and immediately said what he said in the interview.

"But I never said that the national team competition was the root cause of my poor state! This is all made up by Liu Cheng there!"

As a reporter, sometimes all you need to do if you want to dig out big news is to chew on words.Perhaps what Yu Liang expressed was not that the national team game dragged him down, but from Yu Liang's words, this meaning can be drawn by extension.

This can't be blamed on Liu Cheng.

"Then what about the conflict between you and Sun Jihai?"

"There's no conflict between us! I'm just saying we don't have much connection!"

"If you have a good relationship, why don't you have many contacts?"

Yu Liang felt that things were going in a bad direction, and he couldn't help but feel angry.

These **** are all journalists!

What about compatriots?Not at all looking forward to bettering myself.

"Hehe, did you all hear that? That's what he said. I reported it truthfully, and now it's my fault!"

Liu Cheng spread his hands there with a smile on his face, his expression quite innocent.

"Okay, you can interview yours, I still have something to do!"

Said Liu Chengcheng was about to leave the court.

"My lord..."

Seeing Liu Cheng's appearance, Yu Liang cursed angrily, raised his fist and punched Liu Cheng's head...

(End of this chapter)