Chapter 1031 A Wake-up Call

The sky is blue, the sun is shining, and there is a breeze that plays and dances around the treetops. The whole world is bright and clear, filled with a sense of freshness.

Follow the neatly-lined green trees, pass the center court, and then you can see the training grounds lined up on both sides of the road. The space is not large, but you can still feel the freshness of having been recently renovated and rebuilt. The colors are still bright and rich, and have not experienced too much wind and rain.

Bang! Pop! The crisp sound of the ball hitting the ground resounds in the fresh and cool air, and the bright yellow and peacock blue design of the court is full of fresh vitality.

The weather is fine and it is indeed a good day for outdoor sports.

Although he had just arrived in Auckland, Gao Wen did not rest to adjust the jet lag. He went to the hotel arranged by the government to put his luggage and wash up. Then, Gao Wen came to the stadium with his golf bag on his back to prepare for basic training.

Time is really tight.

The Davis Cup can basically be said to be held by squeezing out a little time from the daily schedule. For the players, there is no time to slowly adjust and adapt. They arrive at the stadium, participate in the game, and leave the stadium. It is like a short holiday. The game is quick and decisive, and then they have to return to their own schedule.

Moreover, this is Gao Wen's first time to participate in the Davis Cup. As he said, he is looking forward to playing for his country and at the same time, he is also looking forward to fighting alongside his teammates.

Individual competitions have their own charm, and team competitions have their own fun. It has been nearly a year since I last participated in a team competition. When I stepped onto the team competition field again, my eager anticipation surged, so much so that I couldn't help but quicken my pace toward the court.

After turning a corner, the training ground appeared in front of us. Compared with Melbourne and Dubai, there were not so many fans coming to watch the training.

Of course, the main reason is because of the Davis Cup competition. China is New Zealand's opponent. Even if fans want to see Gawain's game, they still need to restrain their enthusiasm, otherwise it will be embarrassing in front of the New Zealand players.

In front of me, there are a dozen fans gathered here and there. It's not crowded, but their enthusiastic faces are clearer. I can see smiles and excitement on every face.

"Hey! Gawain!"

"Gawain, welcome to Auckland!"

"You performed very well in the semi-final the day before yesterday."

The fans chattered and expressed their support and love in a generous manner. One by one, they could not help but rush forward and looked at Gao Wen expectantly.

"Gao Wen, can we take a photo together please?"

"Sign, Gao Wen, please sign my jersey, I really, really like you."

Gao Wen paused for a moment, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a figure running and hitting the ball on the training ground. It seemed that the training had already begun.

So, Gao Wen gave an apologetic smile and said, "Sorry, I'm getting ready to go to training now, and my teammates are waiting for me. Can you wait until the training is over?"

Be humble and polite, like a spring breeze.

The fans in front of them were like possessed, nodding their heads and even couldn't help cheering.

"You should go to training immediately. We will wait here."

"Yes, yes, train well!"

Amidst the cheers, Gawain took a step forward and entered the training ground, with uncontrollable screams and cheers coming from behind him.

Gawain quickened his pace slightly, moving forward quickly in two steps.

"Good morning!"

A lively voice breaks the rhythm of the sound of hitting the ball. You can feel the upturned corners of the mouth and the bright eyes without seeing the expression.

Everyone looked towards the source of the voice, and at a glance they could see Gao Wen, who had a tall and straight figure and a handsome face. The golden sunlight was shining on his shoulders, soft and light, and his bright smile was dancing lightly in the breeze. They could deeply feel the lightness, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but rise.

No wonder Gawain is called the "Girl Knight". In every game, the screams and shouts of female fans have become a beautiful landscape.

However--

Not everyone likes this energetic look. Instead, they think that the laughing attitude is frivolous, playful and disrespectful.

"snort."

A cold snort was heard, like a heavy hammer falling down. Before the atmosphere could even get cheerful, it was hit head-on and the air immediately became tense.

"Good morning now? Don't you see what time it is?"

"The sun is almost overhead, almost noon. What did you do this morning? Or do you have the privilege of being a Grand Slam champion?"

"While you were standing there enjoying the cheers of the fans, we had been training here for more than two hours, so are you trying to intimidate us?"

They started with a barrage of scolding, even skipping the self-introduction part, and rushed towards Gawain without any reason.

The smile slowly froze at the corner of his mouth, and the tense atmosphere spread everywhere, so that everyone who was training stopped.

All eyes were focused on Gawain. There was no sound, only silence. It was in stark contrast to the sparse cheers behind him that had not yet completely dissipated. It became a silent interrogation. It seemed that there was only a thin line between heaven and hell.

What's going on?

Gao Wen was also at a loss, because this was the first time he met these players and he knew nothing about their personalities, habits or styles. Was he just trying to establish his authority?

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Subconsciously, Gao Wen looked towards Zhang Ze. Among the group of players in front of him, Gao Wen and Zhang Ze were the most familiar with each other. They had even trained together in Melbourne.

Zhang Ze, however, felt a little embarrassed. He seemed afraid to look Gao Wen in the eye and shifted his gaze uneasily.

But Gao Wen was not sure if it was his illusion. Why did he always feel that Zhang Ze... wanted to laugh? Because there was some distance between the two of them, and he couldn't see very clearly, Gao Wen was full of question marks, and he always felt that something was wrong.

Then--

The scolding of the man in front of him sounded again. He looked behind Gawain, paused for a moment, and stopped the words that were about to come out of his mouth for a moment.

"…Why, did you come here alone on purpose to avoid suspicion? Are you worried that we would say you are being arrogant? As if we don't have our own coaching team? Do you pity us or despise us? Are you afraid that others don't know that you are a Grand Slam champion?"

stuttering.

stumbling.

Another round of angry accusations, but the words were obviously not fluent.

Gao Wen raised his head and glanced at the other person, but this look made the other person even more restrained. He dodged his gaze slightly, then straightened his back and scolded him.

"What are you looking at? What does that look mean? Are you dissatisfied? Do you feel wronged? If you don't like it, just get out. No one asked you to come here."

"Don't think we can't win without you."

Something is wrong.

It’s not that the “sudden wake-up call” was wrong, but the atmosphere of the entire stadium was wrong, but it’s hard to say what was wrong specifically.

A little bit of awkwardness, a little bit of rawness, a little bit of stiffness. Obviously, the situation should be tense, but it can't be tense. Instead, it feels a little scattered.

Gao Wen felt a little disconnected, and the whole scene was hard to make sense of.

etc!

Is the person in front of me… giving Zhang Ze a look? Why does it feel like he is just a show-off? (End of this chapter)