Super Prophecy Master

Chapter 11 I got it!

"Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!"

"The ball went in—!!"

"Kezman! It's Kežman! He is like a cheetah. He seized the opportunity at the critical moment and helped Chelsea score with his head! The score became 0 to 1, and the Blues at the Parc des Princes took the lead !"

"It was unexpected!"

"From the beginning of the game until just now, Chelsea's performance was very average, but they seemed to be just not taking the initiative to attack, they were always trying. When they launched an offensive, Saint-Germain's defense immediately couldn't bear it..."

"Before Kežman fell into a scoring drought and failed to score in eight appearances for two consecutive months, but Mourinho still trusts him very much, and now he uses goals to prove that he has lived up to the trust of the coach !"

"0 to 1! Paris Saint-Germain is not going to play well after Chelsea's goal..."

"..."

As the commentator said in the words, Chelsea's goal was very unexpected.

From the beginning of the game, Chelsea's style of play was very conservative, and the turnover rate was relatively high. The situation was in favor of Paris Saint-Germain.

In the confrontation between the two sides, Paris Saint-Germain has little advantage, but has been playing a threatening offensive, and the overall performance is relatively good.

But Chelsea only played a wave of excellent offensive, and won a corner kick, and used the corner kick to complete the goal.

This kind of goal feels very sudden.

But it is an indisputable fact that Chelsea completed the goal!

Whether it feels sudden or unacceptable, the score has been rewritten!

The Blues fans present were cheering crazily, and the voices also drove some neutral fans to follow suit. The atmosphere on the scene was mobilized, and the cheers belonged to the fans of the visiting team.

The media seats were relatively quiet.

If we only analyze it from the perspective of goals, the British reporters present should applaud Chelsea's goal, and the French reporters should be annoyed by their national team's conceded goal, but because of what happened just now, they were all a little stunned.

Chelsea scored?

Really got in!

Many reporters thought it was an illusion. They looked carefully at the scoreboard and saw that the number there was '0:1', and they were sure that they were living in reality.

But...how did you get in?

Many reporters thought of the young Asian boy just now, who vowed that Chelsea would score a goal soon, and the shock in their hearts could not be added.

Is this a trick?
Yes, for sure!
"He's lucky."

Turning their thinking to this angle, the reporters immediately felt a lot more balanced, and then they all looked at Bertrand gloatingly.

They still remember the bet just now!
Ordinary people have a mentality that likes to watch the excitement, and media reporters are also ordinary people individually, and they also have the mentality of liking to watch the excitement.

The difference is that just now they wanted to watch the excitement of that Asian kid, but now they want to watch the excitement of Bertrand.

Comparing the two, the excitement of Bertrand, who is quite famous in the media circle, is better to watch.

At this time, Bertrand's brain was in a crash.

Just half a minute ago, he kept looking at his watch to count the time. He remembered that many of his peers around him were doing the same thing. He just waited for the time to pass before he could taunt that nasty Asian kid.

just now……

how could be?Did Chelsea actually score?
"This is impossible!"

Bertrand almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out words of disbelief, but the British colleagues around him would not let him go—
"Impossible? Mr. Bertrand, you should face the reality. Chelsea scored a goal. I remember the bet just now."

"I remember too."

"I can hear you clearly!"

"Count me in!"

"..."

Just now, Bertrand talked about his views on the game in an unquestionable tone, but he annoyed many British colleagues, and even some French colleagues had opinions on him.

They won't let go of the opportunity to add insult to injury!

Hearing the voices of his colleagues around him, Bertrand's face turned black. He didn't expect such bad luck. The Asian boy said that Chelsea would score, and Chelsea really scored.

This is too ridiculous!
Amidst the noisy voices of the people around him, he turned his head to look at Zhang Yang with a cold face.

Zhang Yang smiled kindly.

That seemed to Bertrand to be sarcasm and irony.

"You're lucky, kid!" Bertrand's tone was not very friendly, "You were really fooled!"

Zhang Yang twitched his lips, "Mr. Bertrand, you won't break your promise, will you? If I remember correctly, you should apologize to me."

"Yes, sorry!"

"Hurry up! Bertrand!"

"You must keep your word!"

The surrounding peers followed suit.

Bertrand suddenly became more embarrassed, his cheeks were flushed, and it took him a long time to force out a word, "I'm sorry."

"Just sorry? No, that's not it."

Zhang Yang shook his head quickly, without any change in expression. He looked around and shrugged, "We have agreed that you will apologize to me on public media platforms. Like newspapers, magazines, TV broadcasts, or online. I can accept any Weibo that I authenticated. I think with Mr. Bertrand's character, he shouldn't take his word for it, right?"

"of course."

Bertrand was rather arrogant.

Zhang Yang doesn't believe in the other party's character, but just like the other party's feeling before, with so many multimedia colleagues around, the matter can't be covered up at all, and it will definitely be exposed.

The other party's apology is just a loss of face, and his career as a reporter will definitely be affected if he does not apologize.

Zhang Yang asked Andy for a pen and paper, wrote a note and handed it to Bertrand, and then explained, "This is my name, Zhang Yang, please keep it. Otherwise, I'm worried that you won't know who you are apologizing to. Besides, I am a Chinese, working in the British BBC TV Sports Foreign Media Department, is an intern."

"Just an intern?"

"Yes!"

Bertrand listened angrily.

The snickering of colleagues around him grew louder. None of them thought that Zhang Yang was just an intern. The well-known "French Football" reporter Bertrand lost a bet to an intern. Maybe he could report it as gossip. .

Bertrand regretted it.

If I knew the other party was just an intern, why would I bet with him!
At this point the game has restarted.

Once the matter was over, the reporters sat down again.

Zhang Yang noticed that Denise gave a thumbs up to this side, and he smiled back.

"You're lucky!" After sitting down, Andy couldn't help but said, "I was still worried just now, but I didn't expect Chelsea to score a goal. How did you know that?"

"Just luck."

Zhang Yang said copiously, but Andy didn't care, he was still talking about Bertrand's expression, "It's really interesting, it's the first time I've seen that guy make a fool of himself."

"I wouldn't bet against him if he didn't say that."

"He has a bad temper, an annoying guy!" Andy commented, and continued to watch the game.

In the next game, when the people around were discussing the game, they also started to ask Zhang Yang frequently.

"What do you think of the current situation?"

"Can Chelsea score in the first half? I hope!"

"What do you think of this set piece?"

"Makelele played dirty! He should have been sent off! What do you think?"

"..."

Zhang Yang also felt a sense of pride in being the core of a group of peers who asked questions.

He answered patiently.

If you want to be an excellent media reporter, it is also essential to make friends with a wide range of contacts.

However, Zhang Yang only answered the questions he knew, such as 'Is there a chance for this free kick', 'Will this corner kick be scored', etc. As for the fanciful questions, such as 'Who will win', 'How is the second half going? ', he refused to comment on the grounds that he knew too little about the two teams.

After a long time, the colleagues around him discovered that this young Asian boy was very accurate every time, even unbelievably accurate.

"I see!"

"I finally know why!"

Just after one of Chelsea's offensives ended, someone suddenly stood up and shouted, "Zhang! You must be following this 'flavorful' Weibo! Right?!!"

(End of this chapter)