Chapter 1032: Counterattack
The atmosphere is a bit subtle.
Originally, the situation should have been tense and panic-stricken; but in fact, it seemed sunny, awkward and awkward.
Gao Wen was a master at observing people's expressions and noticed the subtle atmosphere immediately. However, he had only arrived at the training ground for 30 seconds and the information was too little to make an accurate judgment. Therefore, the best way was to -
Wait and see.
Then, Gao Wen noticed that the person in front of him gave Zhang Ze a look.
Zhang Ze, who had been in a somewhat dazed state the whole time, finally reacted and shouted, "Brother Zhe..."
The dark-skinned guy with a short flat head and a bit of stubble is Li Zhe, the eldest brother among the current batch of Chinese male tennis players, who was born in 1986.
For a very long time, Li Zhe was China's number one men's singles player, until 2011, when the grown-up Zhang Ze overtook him.
However, Li Zhe's performance in international competitions has always been mediocre. He is more active in challenge tournaments and hope tournaments. His doubles results have always been better than singles.
But no matter what, his qualifications are there, and his strength is not to be underestimated, so he has always had a good reputation among this group of players. In the Davis Cup, he not only serves as the captain, but also often sits in the third singles or doubles main position.
Zhang Ze glanced at Li Zhe——
Gao Wen wasn't sure if he was dazzled. Why did he feel that Zhang Ze was about to... laugh?
Li Zhe also glared at Zhang Ze, transforming into an angry King Kong with his hands on his hips, like an upside-down teapot.
Zhang Ze felt helpless.
"Brother Zhe, Gao Wen should have just got off the plane. He..."
"Shut up!"
Li Zhe interrupted Zhang Ze rudely and became even angrier.
"Don't Grand Slam champions have mouths? How come I didn't know about this? When did you change your job and become a spokesperson?"
Zhang Ze lowered his head, but it seemed that it was not enough, so he simply turned his head away, his shoulders slightly relaxed. Was he crying or laughing? Li Zhe ignored Zhang Ze and turned his head to look at Gao Wen again, repeating the question again and again.
"Remember, here we are a team, you are not special, you have no privileges, don't think that everyone is chasing after you, we will also follow and lick your shoes."
As he spoke, Li Zhe's gaze drifted to the left, as if he had given a wink. Before Gao Wen could turn his head, a voice was heard from the left.
A little black bean with a hedgehog head was laughing and jumping around and making jokes.
"Brother Zhe, be gentle, be gentle. After all, he is a Grand Slam champion, our savior. We depend on him to win the game tomorrow. We still need to be careful with him. He is so delicate. What if we accidentally break him?"
Little Black Bean is estimated to be about 170 cm tall. Among a group of people who are 180 cm or even 190 cm tall, he is particularly conspicuous, reminding people of the Argentine "dwarf" Schwartzman.
This is Wu Di, a young player from the same batch as Zhang Ze.
Despite his average height, which does not give him an advantage in tennis, Wu Di's performance on the court is very good, and he is on par with Zhang Ze. The two have been walking side by side on the road to making history in the international arena.
At this moment, Wu Di walked in a lazy way, as if there was a spring hidden in his knees. He was restless and restless. He walked in front of Gawain, as if he was admiring a wax figure in Madame Tussauds, and circled around Gawain, making amazed sounds.
"This height! This condition!"
"It's different, it's just different. Tell me, why do you look like this?"
Those joking words were full of serious insults and provocations. Every word touched sensitive nerves and was more lethal than Li Zhe's anger.
If it were any other time, Gawain would have been eager to fight the other party directly. As for verbal confrontation, he really didn't know how to write "fear". But today, from beginning to end, the whole atmosphere seemed particularly strange, and too much information was leaked out by clues. Gawain had a vague guess.
Now, Gawain, on the other hand, remained silent and waited patiently, somewhat curious about how things would develop.
Li Zhe was not at all close to Gao Wen's state. He continued to walk around in circles without stopping talking.
"Grand Slam champion? So what? Even if you are a Grand Slam champion, you are still a member of the national team."
"Now when you join a team, you need to be cooperative and obey team discipline, even Federer."
"Do you think this is a public toilet? You can come and go as you please?"
"If you want to act cool here, get out. You are not welcome here. We can still win without you."
The flashes of swords and sabers surged towards Gawain.
Wu Di pinched his nose, as if he smelled something bad, and took three steps back with a look of disgust on his face, constantly fanning his nose.
Zhang Ze, who was not far away, lowered his head completely, his chin seemed to touch his chest, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he still couldn't tell whether he was crying or laughing.
In addition, Wang Chuhan was standing on the other side of the court. He originally wanted to get closer, but he ended up staying where he was and watching the fire from afar.
So, is that all? Then, how should Gawain respond?
Why not...try it out first.
"sorry!"
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Without any hesitation, Gao Wen bowed 90 degrees to apologize. He did not explain the reason for his lateness, nor did he make any excuses or rebuttals. He did not have the demeanor of debating with a group of scholars at the press conference. His respectful attitude completely broke expectations.
The air is somewhat quiet.
Li Zhe looked at Wu Di and confirmed that Gao Wen couldn't see him because he was looking down, so he made a face and mouthed, "What should I do?"
Wu Di's eyes rolled around, "Brother Zhe, he's such a big shot, and he's already apologized. He was only two hours late, so we should give him some leniency..."
On the surface it seems to be a way to calm things down, but in fact it is fanning the flames.
Li Zhe's anger was immediately aroused again.
The key words "two hours late" directly pulled the trigger, and Li Zhe's broken voice screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Big name?"
"Even big names have to obey the rules! Now run around the court fifty times. If you don't finish, don't even think about training. Otherwise, get out of here."
If Gao Wen was not sure just now, he was now 99% sure: this was a hidden camera, or a prank.
There are so many flaws, not just one or two, it's already a star-studded level.
So, what should he do? Cooperate in the performance? Or, turn the tables? After thinking quickly, Gao Wen had already made up his mind.
"I'm sorry. I can't."
Li Zhe blinked, suspecting that he had misheard, "What did you just say?"
Gao Wen stood up straight, but still lowered his head. His voice was slightly choked and full of grievances, and he spoke with a slight tremor.
"I said, I can't."
Everyone: ...
"I... I can't run... I just came from a long flight and I haven't adjusted to the jet lag yet. I don't have the energy to run. I can't finish fifty laps..."
"I really can't finish running... I'm sorry... wuwu... I'm sorry..."
Wait, wait, wait, wait, is Gawain... crying?
(End of this chapter)