Chapter 1508: Follow the procedure
Knock knock knock——
The knock on the door echoed softly in the hotel corridor in the early morning. Dimitrov covered his head with a pillow and tried to solve the problem in an ostrich way.
And, it actually succeeded.
The knocking on the door lasted only a short while, then subsided. Dimitrov's tense muscles relaxed a little, but before he could fall asleep again, the phone on the bedside table began to vibrate, and the cup of water on it also vibrated.
It was like an earthquake.
Dimitrov used all his strength to control the urge to throw the phone into the cup, but he still swept the phone to the ground.
The carpet in the hotel room absorbed the vibration and the world became quiet again. However, this time the silence did not last for five seconds, and the knocking on the door started again tirelessly; and, this time, as if it was a prank, the knocking on the door actually created a rhythm, like a drum set.
Snap, snap, snap, doo-dop, doo-dop…
The light and cheerful rhythm is very suitable for belly dancing. I closed my eyes, but the picture automatically appeared in my mind. What is this?
And the phone vibrations and the knocks on the door actually match each other, so is this the newest form of band? Finally!
Dimitrov took the pillow away, lay on the bed with a look of despair on his face, and waited quietly for a few seconds, hoping that the noises would disappear.
Unfortunately, there is no miracle.
So Dimitrov dragged his tired body out of bed and walked towards the door with heavy steps.
Eeyore.
Dimitrov could hardly open his eyes. As soon as he opened the door, he could hear Gawain's energetic voice, casting a ray of sunshine.
"Good morning. I'm going to do a morning run to warm up. You can come with me."
Dimitrov paused for a moment and reacted, "Thank you for the invitation, but I'll forget it."
"Oh, I didn't ask for your opinion. We are going to go jogging together in the morning. This is the final decision." Gao Wen gave the order as a matter of course.
Dimitrov suddenly opened his eyes, his face full of surprise: he seemed to be hallucinating.
Gawain's smile gently blossomed, with a hint of mischief. Just when Dimitrov suspected that he was seeing things, the smile had returned to normal. "You heard it right, Grigor. Let's go jogging together to warm up, and then go to training together."
Dimitrov: ???
"Gawain, have you lost your memory?" Dimitrov was still asleep, his voice was a little hoarse, revealing a little fatigue, "Yesterday we..."
"Oh, I didn't lose my memory." Gao Wen shook his head gently, stopping his friend. "We trained for four hours, of which the basic hitting training lasted for nearly an hour and a half. As a result, I completely crushed you. The forehand hit was 43:18, and the backhand hit was 50:11. It was a complete victory."
Dimitrov: ...
transfixed.
His brain still hadn't woken up and couldn't work. He clearly wanted to refute and complain fiercely, but the first sentence that came out of Dimitrov's mouth was.
"…The gap is not that exaggerated!"
"Why not? Martin was counting beside us."
"How is that possible? Something must have gone wrong."
"Even if I made a mistake, my score should have been higher and the gap should have been bigger."
"Haha, Gawain, hahaha, you are such a lovely guy..." Dimitrov was so ridiculous that he couldn't help laughing.
"I'm just being realistic. Wait, is it possible that someone can't afford to lose?"
"Can't stand losing? Who? Ha, how is that possible? How could I... Ridiculous! No, why are you still counting? You're so petty!"
"Of course I need to remember it well. I should also record it on my Wikipedia page and tell the world. After all, facing the semi-finals of Wimbledon last year, I was able to perform so well in basic hitting training. It's worth celebrating."
The two guys were at most three years old, no more, and they started arguing childishly. But when Dimitrov heard Gawain's words, he was slightly stunned, and then a smile crept up his lips. "So, you think defeating me is worth commemorating?"
Gawain shrugged slightly, "Of course."
Be brief and to the point.
The smile on Dimitrov's lips gently fell into his eyes.
Gao Wen continued, "Gregor, you are a top ten player in the world and a semi-finalist at Wimbledon last year. Even if I am an incurable egomaniac, I should know that it is not easy to beat you. The same is true for this year's grass court season."
"Any player who can beat you should be thankful because you make it incredibly difficult for that to happen with your ability."
Dimitrov opened his mouth slightly, feeling somewhat touched, but unable to speak.
Yesterday, Dimitrov had not carried out such systematic and comprehensive basic training for a long time, and it was even a little unfamiliar; those repetitive and boring basic training, however, rekindled his ambition and ignited his competitive spirit again, trying to compete with Gao Wen.
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Of course, the result was a disastrous defeat. It was not only due to his technique, but also his physical strength. Dimitrov really couldn't keep up with Gawain's pace.
In addition to the lack of systematic training, poor physical condition may also affect physical energy consumption.
Dimitrov himself was also very surprised. He never expected that his current physical condition would be so bad.
Last night, after his burning fighting spirit gradually died down, he was surrounded by a sense of loss and sadness, so much so that he just wanted to escape from reality like an ostrich.
Unexpectedly, Gawain finally pulled him out of the sand.
Gawain looked at Dimitrov, who was filled with emotion, but did not say anything more. He patted his friend on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, the morning run has begun."
Dimitrov's emotion was ruined, and he was stunned again, "Morning jog? Who does morning jog? Your daily training doesn't start at this time, does it?"
"Of course not." Gao Wen answered confidently, which made Dimitrov stunned. "I just saw that you couldn't keep up with the training yesterday, so I will adjust your training schedule with you in the next few days to help you get into the state. This way, if you lose in training again, you will have no excuse."
Dimitrov looked at Gawain with a serious face, and his chest was gradually filled with warmth. His pride and confidence made him stand up straight again.
"You should be careful, young friend. You have awakened a tiger. I can easily kill you in seconds."
"Blah, blah, someone is just bragging. Everyone can brag."
"…Give me thirty seconds, I'll change my clothes."
Tap, tap.
In the early morning of Eastbourne, the midsummer dawn has just torn through the night sky, and the cold streets are slowly beginning to wake up. Then you can see two tall figures jogging along the street, stepping on the mist and facing the sunshine. The neat footsteps echo between the brick walls and green tiles, kicking off the morning training.
Not noisy, but full of energy.
At this time, the dock workers who were loading and unloading fresh seafood that had just been fished out of the sea couldn't help but stop what they were doing and watched two unfamiliar figures pass by, and even smiled and greeted them. Then the workers looked at each other, with questions in their heads and no answers.
"... Could it be a newcomer from the football training camp?"
(End of this chapter)