Eight Hundred and Sixty-Six Malicious Speculation

Good morning?

Cornell McGregor looked at Renly not far away in disbelief.

With a genial smile, a polite gentleman's demeanor, and a relaxed spirit, Renly looked so refreshed, without the slightest embarrassment, without the slightest panic, as if the stormy seas of the past twenty-four hours had not had any effect at all. ; It even reminds people involuntarily that when the time line is pushed forward a little, the Grammys have won three awards, and now Renly is really proud of it.

Cornell only felt a moment of suffocation, and it was suffocating in his chest, unable to express, and unable to express; even Cornell himself did not realize it, he bit the soft flesh inside his mouth, and tried harder and harder, The smell of blood that slowly infiltrated not only did not make him sound the alarm, but also gradually began to get excited:

Things were different today, he was the bullfighter who had the upper hand, and Renly was the bereaved dog.

In his line of sight, Cornell seemed to be able to see that Renly's sanctimonious, self-righteous, and solemn mask was falling apart bit by bit, revealing the true face of hypocrisy, and finally knelt down and begged for mercy, this man fell from heaven. The subversive process of hell is the real delight.

So, Cornell shouted, a sharp and harsh voice broke the brief calm of the scene, "Mr. Hall, yesterday's 'Entertainment Weekly' special report accuses you of malicious speculation!" Mr. Hall, Cornell imitated Renly, who adopted the honorific title, was sarcastic and taunting with no disguise.

In an instant, all eyes fell on Cornell, and then on Renly, flashing with schadenfreude excitement, the temperature of his eyes slowly permeating the air, and even Hotter than the sun.

Amidst all the attention, Ren Li raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a puzzled look, "So what?"

so what?

Is this Renly's response? In the face of overwhelming doubts, in the face of the uproar of accusations, in the face of overwhelming criticism, this is Renly's response? The sentence "So what?", with a natural, understated, comfortable and unhurried demeanor, as if it was just a greeting from the neighbor, and politely responded.

Even after a long battle, the first reaction in the minds of the reporters present was: what's going on? But the next second, behind the confusion and incomprehension, all eyes focused on Cornell. Vaguely, the reporters realized that a good show was on the stage, and the melon-eating masses were officially launched.

With a "bang", Cornell could clearly hear the voice coming from his chest, all his emotions exploded, the smile at the corner of his mouth suddenly stiffened, and the sharp voice was like chalk sliding across a blackboard.

It rang loudly, "So what? Don't you have anything to respond to?"

Renly was still in that polite gentleman manner, "Sorry, no."

With such a calm and calm attitude, he displayed an aloofness and pride, as if he didn't bother to respond to such negative news at all, but he had to maintain etiquette and give a polite response. As always, it doesn't seem to be any different from before, always disgusting!

With the sound of "collapse", the rational string in Cornell's mind broke like this. Not only did he look forward to the whole night, but to be precise, since the Toronto Film Festival, he was rejected by Renly. In addition, he was not able to get first-hand interviews. From then on, he was looking forward to this day. But now, so vain?

Rage, eruption. Cornell pressed aggressively, his shrill voice tensed to the extreme, but calmed down instead, with an air of imminent storm, "So, did you admit to all the accusations?"

"I said no, would you believe it?" Renly didn't flinch at all, and took the initiative to meet Cornell's vicious gaze, a condescending angle that magnified the aura gap between the two people little by little.

At this moment, the reporters on the scene were so excited that they almost had a brain hemorrhage. Their eyes moved back and forth between Renly and Cornell, and the recorder recorded the grand occasion of the scene. They could not imagine what kind of uproar would be caused by today's news report.

Irritability and anger dominated Cornell's voice, "Explain!" he said through gritted teeth, "if not, then explain here! We are all here waiting for your explanation and your response, otherwise, you think Why are we here?"

"So, is this a malicious hype?" Renly asked instead.

Cornell was stunned for a while, completely not expecting such a rhetorical question, and subconsciously, he caught a hint of danger. But between the lightning and flint, Cornell didn't have time to think, and could only respond reflexively according to the reporter's professional instinct, "Is this your first time facing the media? This is called clarifying the facts, this is called being interviewed. , this is called an official response!"

The curvature of the corners of Renly's mouth rose, and he even chuckled softly. His calm and confident attitude formed a sharp contrast with Cornell. It seems that the party who has been controversial and deeply entangled at this time is not Renly, but Cornell.

Such a gesture really made the authorities feel uncomfortable all over; but as a bystander, there was a vague sense of onlookers.

Before they knew it, the reporters at the scene quietly shifted from their identities as authorities to bystanders. As a result, the audience's torture gradually turned into a one-on-one showdown between "Renly VS Cornell". This, even they themselves did not realize - at least did not realize on the spot.

"Look, that's the problem," Renly said with a smile.

How to provoke each other lightly, how to despise each other lightly, how to belittle each other gracefully and calmly, in this respect, Renly is far inferior to Alf Hall, the eldest lady of the Hall family is the real master. Renly had only scratched the surface.

"I responded and denied all the accusations. You reported it. The news continues to heat up, and the exposure rate continues to increase. Then, there will be more and more PR news for me to sprint for the Oscars. So, is this a hype? Now, still no hype?" Ren Li looked around and landed on all the reporters present with a curious thirst for knowledge.

These words, I always feel that something is not right, I always feel that there is a problem. But for a while, he couldn't say it again, opened his mouth, and was stunned.

At this moment, Roy, who was standing behind Renly, twitched the corners of his mouth involuntarily. It was too difficult to keep his poker face; Roy glanced at Andy secretly, only to find that Andy was always calm. Maitreya Buddha's face, completely unable to see the change. In this regard, Roy is ashamed.

Renly's eyes finally fell on Cornell again, "I'm trying to veto those negative news with practical actions, so I refuse to hype, and I refuse to respond. In this way, after the news gradually settles, whether it is hype The journalists have achieved their goal of seeking justice. If it was me who made malicious hype, then there would be no attention and I would be punished; if I wasn’t, the disappearance of the negative news would also give me my innocence.”

Renly retracted his chin slightly, his eyes were calm and calm, and there was a slight smile hidden in it. Upright, generous, neither humble nor arrogant, it actually made Cornell feel embarrassed and embarrassed.

"The best solution is for everyone to leave now and be really calm. If there is no report, there will be no hype; if there is no response, there will be no follow-up. All the malicious hype will end today." Renly smiled. The radian is so elegant, the warm eyes glanced around again, as if looking for the approval of the reporters.

The subtext of these remarks is: As the party concerned, I have carried the blame. You do not need to clarify or condemn. All the reports will end here, regardless of whether there was malicious speculation in the past, but from now on, all the speculation They were also cut off.

For the reporters, it didn't matter, because the dirty water had already been splashed on Renly. Now, Renly has given up the investigation and clarification. If the reporter continues to condemn, criticize, and discuss, then, who is continuing to maliciously hype it?

Every reporter on the scene is chewing on the bends and turns.

Renly's reaction was really unexpected. There was no clarification, no explanation, no anger, and of course, no acknowledgment; instead, he took on a gesture of reconciliation outside the courtroom, cutting off all disputes neatly. At this moment, he put on a self-defeating gesture.

So, what should they do?

The reporters were a little unclear for a while, and their eyes fell on Cornell.

Cornell opened his mouth wide, and his mind was a little confused:

If he continues to condemn Renly's malicious hype, then Renly has just said, cut grass and root, and no one should report it, then there will be no malicious hype, does this mean that he is wrong? However, if he continued to pursue it, the notoriety of the hype would fall on him; however, if he clarified that Renly did not maliciously hype and continued the interview, it would be like shooting himself in the foot.

So what should he do? It's like Schrödinger's cat. After the fact is spoken, it becomes an established fact, but before it is spoken, everything is possible. So, he was stuck in a strange position like this.

It was quiet, it was quiet, there was no sound at the door of the apartment, more than 300 reporters looked at each other, staring blankly at Renly—or at Cornell, waiting for someone to break the silence. , Going around, what the hell is going on? How should they continue to ask questions?

Renly nodded with a smile, "Very well, we've reached an agreement." Then, he took a step forward and prepared to leave, seemingly without any intention of clarifying the negative news. Is this play-by-play? Or sincere?

In the panic, Cornell didn't have time to think about it, and the words blurted out, "Then, you are tacitly acquiescing in malicious speculation!"