Rashid looked at Dimitrov in disbelief, as if he saw an alien creature, "Grigor!"

Dimitrov was also a little surprised. After all, he was not good at attacking others. The words that came out of his mouth when he was angry sounded very harsh in his ears. At this time, under Rashid's gaze, he seemed a little uncomfortable.

However, just as Dimitrov was about to apologize, Rashid continued, "You should really look at yourself now. It's all Gawain's fault. He led you astray..."

Plan: ...! But before Rashid could finish his words, Dimitrov interrupted him rudely. It was rare to see Dimitrov's frustration and anger.

"Don't shirk responsibility, don't blame Gao Wen, don't..."

"Just don't!"

"Why do you always want to put all the blame on Gawain? I lost the game because of him, and my poor training quality is also because of him. I am confused. Aren't you my coach? Why do you blame Gawain for everything? Or is he my coach?"

At this moment, Plan remembered one thing:

Dimitrov was eliminated in the first round of this year's French Open, and Sharapova also lost unexpectedly to her compatriot Safarova and was eliminated in the fourth round, failing to defend her title.

Shouldn't the couple leave Paris and go on vacation to heal their injuries? But why did Dimitrov appear at Roland Garros today? Rashid stared at Dimitrov, his face full of grief, "Because he is a negative influence. He and you are two different types of players. Look at yourself, what you have become under his influence. You should..."

Dimitrov interrupted Rashid again. This was the second time in such a short conversation. This was completely different from the impression I had of Dimitrov.

"What should I do?"

"Roger, you can tell me what I should do?"

"You are my coach and you should not dictate my life. Gawain has never affected my training. On the contrary, he has always motivated me, not only in training but also in competitions. He has been trying to help me get out of the trough and told me to ignore the pressure and criticism and focus on my own competitions."

"He's a good friend to me, and a good partner as well."

"Are you sure you don't know that you are the one who plays a negative role in my team?"

"And Gawain?"

"He is just an excuse. Before, you put the blame on Maria. Then, you put the blame on John. Now, you put the blame on Gawain. Don't you notice the hidden pattern?"

"It's always someone else's fault, it's always someone else's responsibility, what about you?"

"Aren't you my coach? What's your place in these mistakes and responsibilities?"

After suppressing his emotions again and again, enduring them again and again, Dimitrov finally let it all out.

In fact, Dimitrov has a very gentle personality. He doesn't like conflicts and even subconsciously avoids them. This can be seen from his playing style. If he encounters setbacks or frustrations, he tends to swallow them, make things difficult for himself, and digest them all by himself.

The problem with Rashad started before Indian Wells. He was dissatisfied with everything and was picky about everything. He constantly put pressure on Dimitrov. He had even started to show up since last year's US Open, but Dimitrov endured it all.

He kept reminding himself that Rashid was doing this for his own good, playing the role of a strict coach, and that he needed to listen to his advice. Over the past two years, it was with the help of Rashid that he had completed his transformation, so he needed to be patient and not arbitrarily reject everything.

However, things only got worse.

Originally, the clay court season had shown some improvement. The doubles championship in Monte Carlo gave him confidence, and he also believed that he could make a breakthrough in Roland Garros; but Rashid continued to play the role of negative emotions, constantly destroying his beliefs and holding a negative attitude towards everything.

I can no longer bear it. I don't need to bear it anymore.

But... Rashid could no longer listen, and he could not see the signals emanating from Dimitrov's body.

Or in other words, selective ignorance.

Rashid still insisted on his point of view, and even became furious because of Dimitrov's words and grabbed Dimitrov's arm.

"Gregor, all of this is John's conspiracy. He is trying to sell you and Gawain together. He is trying to use your popularity to promote Gawain. He is trying to make you a stepping stone for Gawain..."

"Roger!" Dimitrov tried to stop Rashid. He didn't understand what Tobias had to do with his training, condition, and performance. Tobias didn't interfere with his training life at all.

But Rashid... couldn't stop.

"Gregor, can't you see that John is trying to alienate our master-disciple relationship and make you a pawn for him to use at will. Just like today, making you Gawain's sparring partner? God, how could he think of this? How could he treat you like this?"

"Roger!"

Dimitrov finally couldn't control himself anymore, and he roared in a low voice and shook off Rashid's arm.

"Shut up!"

"Shut up!"

"...You just... shut up!"

Sentence after sentence, even if he tried his best to suppress his voice, the thunder hidden in his words still burst out. One could even clearly feel the explosion on the edge of the ceiling, and the tense atmosphere was directly ignited.

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"You're crazy."

"Roger, you're crazy."

"Don't you realize it yet? Is it Gawain who is using me, or am I using Gawain? Do you really think Gawain still needs to use me for bundled sales?"

"I took the initiative to ask about the sparring. Originally, Gao Wen asked Dominic, but Dominic had already returned to Vienna, so I volunteered."

"Roger, do you understand?"

"I hope to train with Gao Wen. In training and competition, Gao Wen taught me a lot of things, including his understanding of the game, his attitude towards the game, and his focus on the game. These are things I want to improve but I can't find a way to do. Gao Wen doesn't mind using me, who was eliminated in the first round of the French Open, as a sparring partner because he believes in me. Did you hear that? He believes in me."

Rashid was stunned.

He hadn't expected it, absolutely not.

"I thought..."

However, Dimitrov was not ready to listen any more. "Roger!"

"Gregor, listen to me, calm down."

"Shut up!"

"Grigor!"

"Stop, stop! Please stop, please!" Dimitrov was angry, very, very rarely. He was angry. He didn't show it usually, but it didn't mean that this good man had no temper. He glared at Rashid, and one could even clearly see the blue veins on his neck protruding from his anger.

The air was slightly stagnant, and the cheers of fans and the discussions of passers-by surged around. Those trivial sounds seemed to be completely unaware of the surge in the corner, and the figures coming and going did not notice what was happening here. They were so close yet seemed like two completely different worlds.

But the volcano in front of us finally erupted.