in2ebook Chapter 685 Wang Xiucheng: "Cut this part out, don't broadcast it!"
Chapter 685 Wang Xiucheng: "Cut this part out, don't broadcast it!"
"China Media Group, China Media Group!"
"This is Paris, France, and the opening ceremony of the 33rd Summer Olympic Games is being held here tonight!"
"The opening mode starts with a video..."
China time, July 27, 1:7 AM.
This is the time when the Chinese people are asleep.
But today, almost every building had many windows still lit, indicating that someone was still watching TV.
"Dad, the doctor said you shouldn't stay up late."
Jiang Yan stood in front of the TV and said somewhat angrily.
"It'll be here soon. I'll go to sleep as soon as I see my son-in-law. Move aside..."
Old Jiang was fanning himself, and there was a cup of cold tea on the table.
Jiang Yan shook her head helplessly and could only sit and wait.
Fortunately, it should be soon.
This year's opening ceremony was a bit too ahead of its time, with all sorts of monsters and demons taking turns on stage. Even Jiang Yan, who is quick to accept new things, found it a bit hard to accept.
The long stretches of silence during CCTV's commentary are proof of this.
Just then, the commentator on TV suddenly raised his voice.
"Here comes the Chinese delegation, and the flag bearer is men's basketball player Wang Xiucheng..."
"The Chinese delegation consists of 417 athletes who will participate in 43 events..."
Old Jiang suddenly stood up, pointing excitedly at the television, "Wang Xiucheng, Wang Xiucheng..."
Jiang Yan looked at the tall boy on TV, holding the national flag and smiling as he stood by the boat, and couldn't help but smile too.
Suddenly, a female athlete dressed in Canadian sportswear appeared next to Wang Xiucheng on TV.
However, the ships carrying the Chinese and Canadian teams had already left the camera's view.
However, this scene was still witnessed by many viewers.
As a result, a lot of discussion arose online, and many fans went to the social media accounts of Zeng Fanbo, Cui Yongxi, and others to ask what had happened.
Soon, things became clear.
The woman was Canadian basketball player Akova. She came to Wang Xiucheng's place to get his phone number.
Canada and China are on the same ship, and both teams have a large number of members. This arrangement only proves France's stingy nature.
But this did give some female athletes in Canada an opportunity.
“That woman wasn’t the first one. Several Canadian women came up to us asking for our phone numbers when we first boarded the ship.”
“It was brought by Ti Lung back then, so Brother Wang had no choice but to give it to him. I didn’t expect it to happen again.”
After the brief interruption, the Olympic opening ceremony continued, but many Chinese people turned off their TVs and went to bed.
For most people, staying up all night is just to watch the Chinese national team. Now that they've seen it, they don't need to watch the rest.
Anyway, watching too much of this might give me nightmares.
……
Old Jiang woke up very early.
In fact, he barely slept that night.
As usual, he went to the morning market to buy some vegetables, then bought a newspaper at the newsstand on his way back, and then went home.
The old man placed the vegetables in the kitchen, turned on the TV, and turned the volume down.
"At seven o'clock in the morning, we wish you all a wonderful morning in Paris."
Sitting in the studio on TV were a male and a female host.
He recognized the woman; her name was Ma Fanshu, and he often saw her during the World Cup.
But he didn't know the male host, and he wasn't interested in him.
"Today is the first day of the Paris Olympics, and several competitions, including air rifle, diving, and swimming, will officially begin."
"Let's take a look at a short video to see which Chinese athletes will be playing today."
A beautifully produced short film appeared on television, showing Chinese athletes in chronological order.
The old man was so engrossed in watching that he didn't even notice Jiang Yan, with her dark circles under her eyes, appearing behind him.
About four minutes into the short film, the scene shifts, and a handsome, refined face appears on the television.
It's Wang Xiucheng!
The old man subconsciously took a few steps forward.
On TV, Wang Xiucheng was spinning a basketball, but before he could say anything, the basketball fell to the ground.
Wang Xiucheng was a little embarrassed. He picked up the basketball with one hand and said to the camera, "Cut this part out and record it again."
"Okay." The director's laughter came from beside the camera.
The scene restarts.
Wearing a red jersey, Wang Xiucheng twirled a basketball in his finger. A few seconds later, he put the basketball away and looked at the camera.
"I will be playing for the Chinese men's basketball team at 7:30 tonight. If you want to watch me, remember to come to the sports channel."
"Cut..." the director's voice came through, "Very good."
The director, holding up the cue cards, appeared in the camera's view. He walked towards Wang Xiucheng and asked, seemingly casually, "Young Wang, are you confident about the competition?"
"Of course I'm confident." Wang Xiucheng spun the basketball again and answered with a smile, but as soon as he finished speaking, the basketball fell down again.
"Germany are the World Cup champions, are you really confident?" The director seemed a little skeptical.
“Germany?” Wang Xiucheng was taken aback. “I thought it was Brazil.”
The director's face darkened!
The competition is about to start, and you don't even know who your opponent is?
The screen ended there, and it turned into a live stream.
Both hosts laughed at this point, saying, "Little Wang didn't know we were still recording, so we've kept this funny footage."
"The Chinese men's basketball team is grouped with Germany, Brazil, and the host country France."
"At 7:30 pm tonight, our sports channel will broadcast the Chinese men's basketball team's first game of the Paris Olympics, against the World Cup champions, Germany."
Let's look forward to it together!
"7:30? Dad, you can watch basketball right after you finish watching the news." Jiang Yan's voice suddenly rang out from behind.
This startled the old man.
The old man became somewhat displeased the next moment: "It's just a game, how can it be compared to national affairs? Even if it's a basketball game at 7 o'clock, I can't help but watch the news."
"Yes, you're right." Jiang Yan rolled her eyes, said no more, and went to brush her teeth.
……
Lille, France.
Maurois Stadium, 1 p.m.
Although it's called the Paris Olympics, many of the events were not actually held in Paris.
For example, the group stage of the basketball tournament was held in Lille.
The match between Australia and Spain has just ended, with Australia defeating Spain 92-80.
The next match is between China and Germany.
"Wang Xiucheng..."
Suddenly someone in the fan section shouted.
Wang Xiucheng recognized who it was without even turning around.
Only Fan Chengcheng would shout like that.
Wang Xiucheng turned his head and saw that it was indeed Fan Chengcheng.
He was craning his neck and shouting at that moment.
Not only Fan Chengcheng, but also many celebrities from China were sitting around him, most of whom Wang Xiucheng knew.
Wang Xiucheng looked in another direction, then quickly looked away, caught Ben Sullivan's basketball, and threw it.
Bang!
The ball hit the backboard and bounced out of bounds.
"Can you concentrate? This is the Olympics, not an NBA regular season game..."
Sullivan yelled angrily at Wang Xiucheng.