As we all know, playing with journalists is a must-have skill in any field. Rugby is no exception.

Peyton Manning and Tom Brady, for example, are two top quarterbacks who are old foxes who, after years in the league, are sleek and official, polite and rigorous, almost watertight.

The Grand Manning's reporters are always humble and polite, well-mannered and personable, and any sharp topic will become an official response to the exposition meeting, which is not only rigid and regular, but also the dedication and dedication of the profession often make it difficult to stir up the topic, and the content of the answer is simply boring to make people want to commit suicide.

Brady, on the other hand, is always vague, and when confronted with a slightly sensitive topic, he will show his trademark smile, change the subject from the left and right, or pretend to be crazy and stupid and pretend not to understand the topic, and then respond perfunctorily with an official answer, so much so that Brady is often ridiculed on talk shows, "trying to kill all the reporters who ask questions with his handsome charm".

Outside of them, there are thorns like Marshawn Lynch, a nonviolent non-cooperation movement that solves five problems in seven words, and can be called a league legend; Big mouths like Richard Sherman and Michael Crabtree, who fire unscrupulously in every interview, are simply catching and scolding whom; There is also a genius like Cam Newton, no matter what question the reporter asks, he answers according to his own ideas, and the bull's head is not the horse's mouth......

Now, there is another Lu Ke in the alliance.

Wise and humorous, cunning and shrewd, decent and sharp, with flawless official responses, merciless when appropriately taunted, occasionally humorous and crisp when fighting back.

In the confrontation between the reporter and Lu Ke, it is often the latter who has the upper hand, and the reporter can fall into a trap to put it mildly, and it is also a trap to swallow with broken teeth in the stomach. This makes every interview frustrating, but it also makes every interview thrilling.

There are endless topics, and they are never boring, but they are always able to take the initiative into their own hands.

Obviously, not only for the football game, but also for the journalists, the emergence of this Chinese-American player has really broken a lot of prejudices - the Asian community doesn't have to be rigid and boring, they can also be funny, they can be social, they can be strong and sharp.

From this level, the emergence of Lu Ke has really changed the status quo of the alliance.

In the midst of looking at each other, the reporters finally made a choice, completely abandoning the topic of sensitivity/sensitivity, which intensified the conflict, and calmly accepted the fact that the Chinese-American quarterback did occupy a place in the league, whether people liked it or not, and whether there was prejudice or not, he was able to win the game, which is the most important thing.

After this Monday night game, the concept finally began to shake in essence.

"Bambi, may I ask you any particular thoughts on the Charles Davis gamble?" In the group of reporters, another focus was raised, which was different from Richard Sherman, which was already one of the hottest topics of the past two weeks, and one of the highlights throughout the season.

Now, with the home win over the Pittsburgh Steelers and the final two games left until the end of the regular season, all the debate can be put to an end for the time being.

This time, Lu Ke didn't forget Charles, he shrugged his shoulders with a smile, "No, there is nothing special in mind. It's just that maybe this week the audience can finally accept some more professional opinions, which is a good thing, isn't it? ”

Sure enough, he shot when it was time to make a move, a concise but ironic answer immediately ignited the enthusiasm of the reporters, and now he can make up a thousand-word long article to push the grievances between Lu Ke and Charles to the peak, and then make the two completely inseparable - this season's regular season is coming to an end? It doesn't matter, there's the playoffs, there's next season.

Next, the show is coming!

……

Lu Ke, who was in the Candlestick Stadium, was surrounded by countless reporters, and the noisy gongs and drums sounded like a carnival celebration in the sky completely ignited the heat of the night; Charles, who was alone at home, was on the verge of rage, the room was cold and messy, but he still couldn't calm down the turbulence and irritability.

The whole house was like a tornado, the floor was full of corpses of furniture and appliances, even the TV screen had been completely smashed, the broken flower pots had knocked over the dirt all over the floor, the glass shards and broken books looked like chicken feathers that could not be cleaned up, every corner was shocked, and even a place to stay could not be found.

However, the raging anger has not subsided.

How can it be? How could you possibly lose a game? How could the Pittsburgh Steelers be able to make a last-minute comeback? The defensive team played so well today, was in good form almost throughout the game, never made a mistake, but faced the end of the loss?

How could it be possible to lose the bet, and when there was only one step left to victory, witnessing the reversal moment of Lu Ke's heroic feat, how could it be possible to lose the bet in such a shameful and collapsed way?

Shame, this is a shame, a grand shame!

Just imagining in his mind, the last-minute touchdown, the last-minute two-point switch, he completely fell into an unparalleled rage, regardless of the hesitation, lifted a heavy object next to him, slammed into the wall again, and made a muffled "bang", and then he noticed that it was a single lazy sofa, and the whole person gasped for air.

"Ding-dong".

The sudden doorbell, like the midnight bell in a horror movie, echoed through the empty hall, and suddenly made Charles's hairs stand on end.

It was late at night.

The neighborhood where Charles lives is an upscale neighborhood with purely residential use, no entertainment facilities, no young parties, and even a drive to the supermarket, and it goes into the dead of night after 10 o'clock. I've lived here for so many years that no one has ever visited me after nightfall.

But now, all of a sudden, someone rings the doorbell?

This is really weird!

Charles's whole body stiffened in place, frightened and motionless, even his eyes were completely frozen, and the blood that was still boiling a moment ago instantly condensed into ice, listening carefully to the sound in the silence, and then, "bang bang", the sound of fists slamming the door panel exploded, empty and lonely echoed in the cold air, and his heart involuntarily curled up.

Then, the sound was gone, leaving only a hint of the tail in the air.

Everything was so abnormal, just when Charles thought that the voice was finally gone, then the shouts came, "Charles? Charles Davis? A voice began, followed by several overlapping voices, and finally a loud cacophony rang out, "Charles? Charles? I know you're in there! ”

Charles turned his head in a panic, and he could clearly see a large figure in his backyard, looking around for a way to enter, and then a term came to mind: reporter.

Or rather, the paparazzi.

"Charles? Charles! The 49ers won the game, what are your thoughts? ”

"Lu Ke defeated the Steelers led by Rothrisberg this week, and you lost the bet!"

"Pittsburgh fought until the last minute, but they still lost the game, what do you think?"

"Lost the bet again, do you still think that Lu Ke is not a qualified quarterback?"

"Someone accuses you of being biased against Lu Ke from race/race/discrimination, what do you want to respond to?"

"Charles, you can't hide for the rest of your life, hurry up and come out for an interview!"

"Charles! Charles! Charles! ”

……

The shouts were superimposed, incessant, roaring, like a curse, echoing in the empty room for a long time, violently stirring on the eardrums, everywhere, instantly enveloping Charles, not only the house was swept by the tornado, but the whole brain was also subjected to the tornado.

Paparazzi, damn paparazzi, pervasive paparazzi.

In his sight, Charles could vaguely see seven or eight figures exploring in the backyard, and other figures could be seen around him invading his territory little by little, and the fear of being embattled and ambushed on all sides rolled in like a tide, instantly flooding the top of his head, and then falling into suffocating fear and panic.

"Bang bang bang", the sound of pounding on the door panel came again, but this time it was not the gate, but the floor-to-ceiling window sliding door in the backyard, and the three paparazzi were banging the door like a flood beast, and then the flashing lights began to light up, like lightning sliding across the sky, and thunder rumbled.

Charles reflexively began to flee for his life, turned and fled into his master bedroom, first locking the door, and then blocking the door with his desk, but this was not enough, just piled up everything he could see on the side of the door, curled up in the corner, and fumbled in his pocket, but could not find his phone.

Then he realized that the phone had been smashed just now.

Randomly found a landline phone on the bedside table, dialed 911 quickly, the whole person shrank in the corner, shivering, almost soaked with sweat, "bang bang bang", "bang bang bang", the knock on the door became louder and more violent, and the thin door panel seemed to be shattered at any time, Charles finally couldn't stand it anymore, and roared frantically into the microphone, "Help!" Help me! Help me! ”

It's a nightmare, it's a nightmare that he can't wake up, and Charles would never have imagined that one day he would be forced into a corner by the paparazzi, with nowhere to escape, and he would call the police for help in embarrassment.

What's even more terrifying is that this nightmare still has no end in sight, like falling into an ice cellar.