Chapter 1066: Pushing the Limits
"Sorry!"
Gawain spoke again, stopping the emotional Dimitrov.
Obviously, Dimitrov had been under a lot of pressure recently, and his mood was fluctuating significantly, and he was somewhat out of control. Otherwise, how could Dimitrov, who was usually so elegant and polite, explode like a firecracker? Gao Wen didn't want to cause any trouble.
It was originally just a small matter, but if you keep dwelling on it, it will become a big matter and then it will get out of control.
Gawain took a step forward, stood side by side with Dimitrov, took the initiative to speak, apologized again, interrupting the tense atmosphere that was instantly heating up.
"Gawain!" Dimitrov called out.
Zverev was also young and hot-tempered. He was filled with anger. The emotions that had been suppressed for a period of time burst out, and he burst out with reckless words.
"What? Is an apology enough? Or are you still planning to take action directly?"
Bang! With an angry remark, the atmosphere that had not yet completely calmed down was instantly ignited.
"Sasha!" Mischa Zverev, who was standing next to him, scolded and grabbed his brother.
"Gregor!" Gawain also made a mistake and blocked Dimitrov with his shoulder.
Between lightning and flint——
Gawain didn't wait for the atmosphere to ease up before he started scolding Zverev.
"An apology isn't enough?"
"Why, is your girlfriend in love with me, or is your sister confessing her love for me and planning to marry me? If you want to step into the boxing ring, I'm always here to accompany you."
"But there's no need to make a big deal out of blocking the road."
Crackling.
Heavy rain.
In just a few words, Gawain grasped the key point of the matter and grabbed Zverev's throat tightly. Then you could see the young man's cheeks flushed, his eyes widened, his fists clenched, and he looked like a boxer ready to go.
However, Gao Wen did not back down.
Not only that, but he continued to press forward step by step. That handsome face also revealed a hint of murderous intent. He locked his eyes on Zverev Jr., and his every word turned into a sharp blade, pressing forward step by step.
"Or, you should just shut up now, go to the training ground, and continue your daily training."
"Or, I will let you truly understand what it means to bully others by taking advantage of your position. Let's test and see how many privileges high-ranking players can have."
His eyes gathered substantial strength and rushed towards Zverev fiercely and heavily, hitting his chest like a sledgehammer.
A stuffy.
Zverev was almost unable to breathe. He stammered as he looked at Gawain, with all the hairs on his back standing up.
At that moment, Zverev really felt the murderous intent, as if he could feel Gawain pinching his throat.
The air, if you gaze slightly, seems to be filled with smoke, almost burning, and the players coming and going also stop.
Daniil Medvedev, who had just finished training, happened to see this scene and then watched with great interest.
Good show!
Originally, Medvedev also stood on Zverev's side, because they were on the same side and could only look up to the higher-ranked players.
Of course, they also have many dissatisfactions and opinions, such as the schedule, the practice field arrangements, and so on, but they just don't have the opportunity to express them.
However, seeing Gao Wen openly and directly putting the threat on the table, and turning the conspiracy into an open conspiracy in just a few words, the whole atmosphere became different.
Medvedev couldn't help but show his admiration. Such a Gao Wen is a real man! As expected!
As rumored, Gao Wen is obviously not a doll who can be manipulated at will, and his attitude towards reporters at the press conference is not a persona carefully planned by his agent.
How interesting.
Medvedev decided he needed a bag of chips and a bottle of Coke.
The situation was tense and the air was stagnant, almost suffocating.
Mischa Zverev, also known as Big Zverev, is also a professional tennis player. He is a relatively rare serve-and-volley player in the current tour, inheriting the mantle of Sampras.
At least try to inherit.
Standing in front of Sampras at this time, Zverev felt a little embarrassed and annoyed. He also didn't want to leave such a bad impression in front of his idol.
He didn't know what was wrong with his brother, why he suddenly erupted like a volcano. His head was full of lumps, and he pulled his brother back with force.
"Sasha!"
Zverev scolded again, then looked at Sampras with an apologetic look on his face.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened. This is our fault, Mr. Sampras. We really don't have any other special intentions."
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"Mischa!" Zverev struggled and glared at his brother. He wanted to say something, but when he saw the murderous Gawain out of the corner of his eye, all his thoughts became a mess.
So, what is going on now? Who should apologize? How should they end it? They were clearly right, so why are they wrong now? Is it really okay for Gawain to speak like that?
The mess of thoughts was almost tangled.
Little Zverev was very depressed. He shook his brother off, then carried his equipment bag and took big strides, whizzing past like a tornado.
Zverev looked at his brother's back as he left, his face full of helplessness. From childhood to adulthood, his brother had been almost unstoppable and had everything he wanted. He was spoiled and could not stand the slightest grievance. If he was slightly dissatisfied, his temper would easily get out of control, but he had only done so in private before and rarely in front of outsiders.
"Feel sorry."
All Zverev can say is look at Sampras and then look at Gao Wen.
"I'm so sorry."
After saying that, Zverev started jogging after him.
Medvedev let out a disappointed sigh, "Oh."
He didn't lower his voice either, muttering to himself, "I thought there would be a real fight. I'm a little disappointed."
The sound was neither loud nor soft, so loud that Gawain and the others could hear it.
The wind sound conduction performance is very good.
Gao Wen turned his head and saw the disappointed expression of not being able to eat the melon. Why was it so funny?
"Hello." Medvedev didn't care at all. He took the initiative to meet Gao Wen's gaze and greeted him in Chinese, "Good morning."
The pronunciation is a bit weird, but it is indeed Chinese.
When he was a teenager, Medvedev trained with Chinese player Zhang Zhizhen, who was born in 1996, in France. The two spent countless years side by side and also partnered in doubles matches of the Hope Tournament many times. They were true teenage partners who shared weal and woe, and their friendship has continued.
Gao Wen didn't know this, and his reaction speed was a little slow, so he just replied, "Good morning."
Medvedev mumbled something in Russian again. No one could understand him, but judging by his expression, he seemed to be saying, "It seems that you haven't forgotten all your Chinese yet."
While muttering, he took a step forward, staggering past Gao Wen and his group, and walked away from the training ground, leaving only his back.
For some reason, when Gao Wen looked at this scene, scenes from "Journey to the West" emerged in his mind. Second... Second Brother?
(End of this chapter)