Chapter 1596: Meeting on a Narrow Road

The clouds are light and the wind is gentle, like a spring breeze.

Gawain was still the familiar Gawain, seemingly able to handle any difficult situation calmly; but his responses were always sharp, and his toughness and sharpness, which were intimidating without any anger, swept the whole audience.

Gao Wen glanced around the room, and that one look made the reporters feel as if they were banging their heads against a wall, and all the words and commotion fell silent.

Obviously, no one dared to say anything even if they were dissatisfied. After all, Gao Wen's answer was perfect. If they continued to be aggressive, they might get into trouble and public opinion would turn to the other side.

Then, finally a reporter raised his hand.

Brush, brush, brush.

In an instant, the whole audience focused their attention on the warrior who broke the deadlock. Their eyes were full of admiration as they watched the warrior speak under the pressure of Gawain's terrifying gaze. Even the bystanders couldn't help but feel their scalps tingling.

"...Gawain, I'd like to ask, what do you think of Super Monday?"

on site:……

Gao Wen's smile rose slightly, blooming without reservation: So, this is my comrade! The press conference continued, but there was no edge or sharp edge, and it ended smoothly without any accidents.

The reporters were talking in whispers, discussing today's press conference. As they exchanged glances, they had to admire Gao Wen's ability to respond on the spot again. However, they never expected that the real breaking point would be here -

corridor.

Just then, the press conferences in Press Conference Room No. 3 and Press Conference Room No. 1 ended one after another. Some reporters and event staff gathered in the corridor. Then, the two protagonists, Dimitrov and Gawain, saw each other between their respective crowds.

They met on a narrow road! Both of them paused.

Dimitrov was quite direct. He smiled when he saw Gawain, but then he saw Gawain looking him up and down with a deliberately stern face, with a slightly critical look in his eyes.

Dimitrov: ?

Dimitrov reacted a little bit late and understood Gawain's intention. He also imitated Gawain and squinted his eyes to look at Gawain carefully.

The air was slightly stagnant.

One could clearly feel that the noise surging in the corridor slowly settled down, as if someone manually turned up the volume of the speakers and it slowly entered a silent state.

Gawain deliberately raised his chin slightly and looked at Dimitrov through his nostrils.

Dimitrov simply looked from bottom to top, deliberately tilting his head to look at Gawain's hairline.

If a tumbleweed passed by at this moment, it would be like a Western movie.

Everyone in the corridor looked at the two good friends in surprise and astonishment, but no one understood what they were doing. It was obvious that they were in the same universe but in different worlds.

The next second, Gawain raised his chin slightly, giving Dimitrov a signal.

Dimitrov also nodded, indicating that he received the signal.

Scene: ??? Is there anyone who can explain to them that they are not allowed to fly with us? But there is no time——

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

Gawain and Dimitrov uttered a low groan almost at the same time, then both pulled something out from their waists and stretched out their hands, seemingly holding something.

Wait, is it... a pistol? "Bang!"

“Bang!”

Both of them made noises at the same time, just like a life-and-death battle in a western movie. Everyone present was stunned, extremely panicked, and subconsciously prepared to dodge.

But after looking back and forth cautiously, he realized that the pistols of the two people were really "hand" guns in the literal sense, the kind that used the left hand to support the right hand, with the right index and middle fingers extended to serve as the barrel.

so……

The scene in the corridor was filled with question marks, but the two parties involved in the incident seemed very relaxed. They walked quickly towards each other with pistols in hand, and when they were about to collide, they opened their arms and gave each other a hug.

"Everyone is expecting us to fight here."

"Fisting? Are you sure you didn't mean to pull someone's hair?"

Back and forth.

Gawain's words immediately made everyone, including Dimitrov, burst into laughter. There was no trace of tension in the atmosphere anymore.

Gao Wen patted Dimitrov on the shoulder and said, "Today's game was very exciting. Although I don't want to say it, the reality is that I told you so a long time ago."

Gao Wen always had faith in Dimitrov.

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There is no doubt that Dimitrov has talent, skills and abilities. Perhaps the only thing he lacks is mental strength. As long as he can overcome his inner demons, he will be able to shine infinitely.

In Gao Wen's opinion, Rashid's style can no longer keep up with Dimitrov, and the two people's parting ways is a good thing for Dimitrov.

As long as Dimitrov can regain his confidence, put aside distractions and focus on the court, he will be able to break free from the shackles of pressure and get back on track.

Sure enough, Dimitrov played better and better in the three matches at Wimbledon.

Pospisil is a good doubles player with comprehensive and delicate net skills. He can show great potential on grass and has been in good form recently. He is a tough opponent. Dimitrov's success in getting through it means he has finally gotten rid of the pressure.

Dimitrov raised his chin slightly, a smile flashing in his eyes, "Very good, the next target is you."

Gao Wen pursed his lips and nodded gently, "Yes, yes... You should know that my goal is to be the champion, right?"

The calm and serious tone was provocative, which made Dimitrov laugh heartily.

Dimitrov did not say much. He knew that he could not match Gawain in terms of talking skills. "Then tomorrow's training will have to be cancelled. As the underdog, I need to prepare some secret weapons."

Gawain didn't say much. He raised his pistol and blew into the muzzle. His confident look made Dimitrov laugh happily.

Dimitrov bumped Gawain's shoulder, "I'm going to go cycling to relax, what about you?"

Gao Wen also quickly became serious, "Oh, I'll come too."

Needless to say, the two friends walked side by side towards the gym, talking and laughing all the way, completely unaffected by any off-field factors.

In the corridor, all the bystanders were stunned where they were. Some were stunned, some were curious, and some were giggling. All kinds of expressions changed as they watched the two people walk away. In the end, they were the only ones left standing there looking at each other in bewilderment.

Look, they are speculating and suspecting behind people's backs, but the parties involved are not affected at all, they are chatting and laughing, and interacting with each other, which makes the gossipers look particularly stupid.

After a brief pause, people felt relieved and scattered like birds and beasts. In a blink of an eye, the corridor returned to calm and was back on track.

The competition is still going on, and the singles and doubles round of 16 seats are still waiting to be filled, because Wimbledon still retains a tradition: leaving aside the unexpected situation of rainy weather disrupting the schedule, all round of 16 seats must be decided on the Saturday of the first week, and then rest on Sunday.

Wimbledon is also the only one of the four Grand Slams that retains the tradition of a rest day on the first Sunday. It still maintains a rest day in the busy and crowded schedule, which fully demonstrates the uniqueness of the All England Club.

(End of this chapter)