"As the youngest Grand Slam player, Yimu, do you have anything to say?"
"I want to thank someone." The young man's voice was cold and his words were brief.
"Who is it?"
"Zhang Jike"
"Why is this?" The reporter's eyes lit up. Is one gram of cp sugary?
"He asked me to say this before the interview."
The reporter looked at the young man's innocent eyes and said, Cheng Yimu, I hate you for being stupid!
(Ouch, bite the handkerchief)
"Is there anything else?" "Also, thank you to Brother Xin and Brother Long for their help. Without them, I might have achieved the double-lap Grand Slam long ago." Cheng Yimu joked against his paralyzed face.
"..." The reporter was desperate, maintaining her last trace of professional ethics. "Okay, let's look forward to Yimu's performance next, and hope that he can continue to win glory for our country."
Looking at the three people staggering around laughing not far away, Cheng Yimu tilted his head, am I stupid for being like this? (Mu Mu is confused)
Intention: I don't know how to write it but I have to write it so I write it randomly