Chapter 75: Jiang Yuan's arrogance, side effects during the interview
On the court, a female reporter and her cameraman were waiting for Jiang Yuan. Seeing Jiang Yuan coming over, the female reporter naturally shook hands with the Porto U19 newcomer and asked:
"Jiang, it's a pleasure to interview you. In today's match, you scored the winning goal against Real Madrid U19. How do you feel now?"

After listening to the female reporter's words, Jiang Yuan shrugged his shoulders. It seemed that this interview was not as difficult as he had imagined.

In this case, Jiang Yuan spoke freely and answered: "Well... I'm very happy. Winning the game is of course something to be happy about, especially winning when you are not favored. This feeling is wonderful."

The female reporter nodded: "Excuse me, Jiang, when you learned that your opponent in the round of 16 was Real Madrid, how did you feel?"

"Haha, that's a good question. To be honest, I don't really have much of an experience because I just came to play for the U19 team last month. I wasn't there when the knockout draw took place, so I didn't have the chance to experience that excitement!"

Jiang Yuan was still very calm, which made Hemiel, who was watching the live broadcast in the locker room, feel relieved.

But then, the female reporter changed the subject and her questions became very targeted.

"Many Portuguese Super League fans know that you are actually a new player in Porto's first team, but Hulun put you in the U19 team to play in the UEFA Youth League. Is this because your performance in the first team was not recognized by the coach? Do you think your performance in the first team is in line with your psychological expectations?"

Jiang Yuan curled his lips and said, "It was my own idea to come to the U19. I want to play more games. This has nothing to do with whether I meet Mr. Hu Lun's requirements in the first team. In addition, my performance should be judged by Porto fans, not myself. I am satisfied with my performance. I scored 1 goal and made 3 assists in the Portuguese Super League. This is a fact."

The problem was a bit sharp, but it was still within Jiang Yuan's control.

Hearing this, the female reporter raised her eyebrows: "As we all know, Chinese people are generally more modest and rigorous. Are you being too arrogant?"

"Arrogant? I don't think so. I'm just stating the facts. Can you find a better under-17 player in the Portuguese Super League than me? Obviously you can't, and that's a fact."

Although this was Jiang Yuan's first interview, all he had watched football games for so many years was not in vain. He could just imitate a few people who spoke in a cool way and that was it.

The so-called post-match interview is, to put it bluntly, a session where the winner brags about the game. There are reporters who want to embarrass the players to attract attention, players who are tasked with tactical tricks, and fans who just want to watch the fun.

Jiang Yuan had already made up his mind to brag from the beginning to the end, bragging about himself, then the team, and finally not forgetting to flatter Lopetegui. Then the interview ended, perfect!

The female reporter in front of him was not easy to deal with. The next question made Jiang Yuan stunned: "Will you play in the Porto first team's next Champions League round of 16?"

"..."

Jiang Yuan was silent for a while, looking thoughtful, and then said: "Well, you are right, I think everyone's performance in this game is quite good, I support my teammates, just like they support me. I will also take the next game seriously, my loyalty to the team is unquestionable"

"..."

Now it was the female reporter's turn to be confused, but she was professional. She had prepared many questions before the interview and she only needed to ask them one by one according to the situation.

"Jiang, you are obviously the only Chinese in this game, or even the only Asian. How do you feel about achieving such a performance when the yellow race is inherently inferior in talent?"

Jiang Yuan shook his head and did not directly answer the female reporter's question. He grasped another key point: "The yellow race is weak in talent? You can say that the yellow race is not performing well in international competitions, but you can't say that the yellow race is not talented."

"May I ask for your evidence..."

“The result of this game is the proof.”

……

"Haha, this kid is not stage-frightened at all. He answered very well and avoided the embarrassment of the reporter!"

In the locker room, head coach Hemiel praised Jiang Yuan loudly in front of the players. What he didn't know was that Jiang Yuan's 16-year-old brain contained the thoughts of a 25-year-old.

Hemiel pointed at Jiang Yuan on the big screen, and then looked around at the U19 players in the locker room: "Watch out, there are a lot of things worth learning from this kid!"

……

"Jiang, your answer seems very sophisticated. Did you prepare it in advance?"

The female reporter suddenly began to improvise.

Jiang Yuan curled his lips: "Shouldn't I be the one asking you about this?"

"...Okay, last question, Jiang, what do you think is the secret of your success? Why did you stand out among all the players in Porto's U17 team and gain the attention of Mr. Hu Lun?"

"Haha, that's a good question. I think the secret to success is hard work. There's an old saying in my country, 'God rewards hard work.' I think this is a perfect answer to your question."

"Fill up the island to meet Qin?"

The female reporter tried hard to spell out the Chinese that Jiang Yuan said. For people from Latin-speaking countries, Chinese is still very difficult.

"So Jiang, you think you have given a lot to football, is that true?"

"I……"

Jiang Yuan was just about to answer the female reporter's question directly, when his heart suddenly tightened and his hands began to tremble inexplicably. The worst thing was that even breathing became a little difficult.

Got it!

Jiang Yuan shouted that something was wrong. Calculating the time, he found that he had not touched a football for an hour while resting in the locker room and being interviewed.

The consequence of this is that the side effects of the system are activated!

"Hiss, huh, hiss, huh—"

Jiang Yuan felt uneasy, and his facial expression gradually became ferocious.

Since this was the first time this had happened to Jiang Yuan since he came to Europe, Jiang Yuan, who hadn't experienced the side effects for a long time, was a little uncomfortable with the current situation. He felt stuffy in his chest and didn't even dare to look the female reporter in the eye.

Immediately, the female reporter noticed the change in Jiang Yuan's expression. Her intuition told her that there must be some big news behind this, so she put the microphone to Jiang Yuan's mouth again: "Jiang, may I ask what's wrong with you now? You seem a little uncomfortable. If there is anything I can help you with, please tell me!"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yuan pushed the female reporter's microphone away and said, "Fuck, fuck, I can't do it anymore. Today's interview ends here. It's so damn uncomfortable not being able to play football!"

Jiang Yuan just ran away after saying that, and the most amazing thing was that the last sentence he said in front of the camera was in Chinese, leaving the confused female reporter disheveled in the cold wind of the stadium.

……

(End of this chapter)