After the breakup, I brought glory to my family and country

Chapter 3 003 Slap the Bad Reporter in the Face

As soon as the award ceremony ended, many media rushed to interview Song Zhi.

The first person to get the right to interview was a female reporter from country Z. It can be seen that this female reporter is a newcomer. She was so excited about the victory of the country Z team and Song Zhi's wonderful performance that her voice was filled with questions. Some with trembling.

Song Zhi tilted his head slightly to her side and listened patiently to the question.

"Song Zhi, you scored 35 points today, which is incredible. Last we saw, you made a good night gesture to your opponent's bench. Does it have any special meaning?"

Just as the reporter was about to hand the microphone to her, she was pushed by someone in the crowded crowd behind her, causing her to stumble and almost fall.

Song Zhi, with quick eyes and quick hands, held her steady.

"Are you okay?" Song Zhi looked at her with a nice and gentle voice.

"It's okay, thank you." The female reporter handed her the microphone. After taking a look at her eyes, her face suddenly turned red.

Her eyes were so beautiful. The fierce look in the competition field was so gentle that she couldn't bear it. She lowered her head heavily, not daring to look at her again.

Seeing that she was fine, Song Zhi took the phone.

"This time our opponent is very strong. They are the R national team, which has won five consecutive Asian Cup championships and had a good life. Both of us played very hard. I believe that after this game, they should be better physically and mentally. They are all very tired, so I want to remind them to take a good rest after returning home, maintain a good sleep state, and look forward to the next match, thank you."

After listening to Song Zhi's serious nonsense, many media present nodded their heads to show their approval for her polite answer.

"Why did you choose to pursue the path of basketball? As far as I know, women in country Z are very weak and have to rely on their husbands to survive. Your masculine appearance will not be regarded as alien in country Z. ?"

A reporter from Country R, ​​about 1.6 meters tall, squeezed his way to the front with his thin body and asked questions in the language of Country R.

Song Zhi looked at him condescendingly, as if she wanted to see through him, her eyes full of contempt and disgust.

Then he laughed softly and replied in fluent R Chinese: "I didn't know that it's the 21st century, and the thoughts of you R people are still so feudal. The era of women's bound feet has long passed. As a woman, As independent individuals, we don’t need to be defined, let alone be constrained.”

Her words were confident and flamboyant, completely gaining the upper hand.

"Also, as far as I know, the cowherd industry is quite popular in your area. I wonder if the inspiration for your question comes from this? After all, those cowherds seem to be as weak as you said, and they need to rely on pleasing people. Women who have money come to support themselves.”

Song Zhi looked him up and down meaningfully, and the meaning was self-evident.

The reporter was frightened and looked like a hole was being drilled into his body. Before he could get the microphone back, he ran away amid the uproar of the crowd.

"In our country Z, there are traditional female roles, there are women who resist competition and succeed, and there are also so-called masculine women. These do not represent aliens. We respect everyone's choices and the differences in every life."

Her tone was not high, but she exuded an unquestionable power. The powerful aura around her shook the reporters present, and they were all impressed by this oriental woman.

As a rising basketball star, Song Zhi became very popular and was interviewed by reporters in an endless stream.

The adrenaline secreted on the playing field has also been exhausted. Apart from the joy of winning the game, Song Zhi is now full of exhaustion.

But even so, after patiently answering reporters' questions one by one, she walked into the player tunnel and headed to the lounge.

The cheers that had been rising and falling became much smaller as she left, and the audience slowly left the venue.

"Hello, Ms. Song, I am a staff member of the Outstanding Youth Program Team of Country Z. I would like to invite you to participate in our program. Can you watch it?"

A man who looked to be in his forties was pacing back and forth in front of the players' lounge door. He seemed to have been waiting for a long time. When he finally saw Song Zhi, he quickly stepped forward and took out a card from the inner pocket of his coat. Business card, handed over humbly.Song Zhi took the business card, glanced at it, and replied distantly and politely: "Sorry, Mr. Fang, I have no plans to appear on the show at the moment."

Fang Zhiming adjusted his black-rimmed glasses awkwardly, as if he didn't expect Song Zhi to reject his invitation.

After all, his shows are what others are trying to get into.

"Miss Song, I appreciate your outstanding performance today, and I sincerely hope to invite you." His attitude was very polite, "We can negotiate the terms, and we will try our best to satisfy you."

"Let me think about it first."

Seeing that the other party was determined not to give up until he achieved his goal, Song Zhi didn't want to get into too much entanglement with him, so he casually brushed him off.

Fang Zhiming's eyes seemed to suddenly glow, and he made a phone gesture to her ear.

"My phone number is on the business card. You can call me anytime if you think about it."

Perhaps he realized that his behavior of blocking the rest door was a bit unreasonable, so he scratched his head and apologized.

"Sorry to disturb you, I'm waiting for your call."

"Yeah." Song Zhi's voice was light.

As if he got a positive answer, Fang Zhiming left with satisfaction.

Walking into the lounge, Song Zhi threw his business card on the table and opened the locker.

She took out her phone and unlocked it. Three missed calls and a dozen messages popped up.

Both calls and messages came from the same number, no notes.

"Song Zhi, that disgusting woman is on me again, come back quickly and clean it up for me!"

Song Zhi just clicked on the message and saw such a command.

She was used to this and ignored it. She put her phone in the corner of the cabinet and prepared to change clothes.

Probably seeing no response to the message for a long time, the owner of that number called again.

A trace of disgust flashed across Song Zhi's face, and he slid the connect button.

First, a delicate female voice came from the opposite side: "Dad, please ask Song Zhi to come back and deal with her quickly. It's so disgusting."

"Song Zhi, your wings are strong, aren't you? Did you hear that I asked you to come back and take care of her? Hurry up! There is nothing like a mother but a mother!" Then Song Jianqun cursed her head and face.

"Yeah." Song Zhi hung up the phone after saying this. She didn't want to hear this man's voice, and it made her feel sick even through the phone.

Song Jianqun is Song Zhi's biological father, but this is just a blood relationship.

But he was indeed wrong about one thing. Song Zhi did have a mother-in-law and not a mother-in-law.

A few days after her birth, her mother Li Zhiruan suffered from postpartum depression and became sensitive and irritable. Song Jianqun couldn't stand her temper and spent all day drinking and drinking outside.In the end, as expected, I found a mistress.

(End of this chapter)