"ah!"

From a distance, when everyone noticed the arrival of Gao Wen's team, they could no longer hold back their cheers and screams, and the hustle and bustle surged.

As Gawain approached, the shouts gradually increased. People from all directions turned around and saw the slender and youthful Gawain at a glance. The shouts began to rise steadily, filling the entire venue like a rolling wave, so much so that even the event staff were alarmed.

There are usually no games scheduled in the morning. Even on the days with the most games, the earliest game starts at 11:00 a.m., so they are accustomed to the peace and quiet in the morning. Occasionally, there will be a commotion when the Big Four come on the court or when the Canadian local favorites come on the court for training.

But they didn't expect to be able to witness such a grand occasion today, and one or two of them couldn't help but cast their eyes over.

When he realized that the person coming was Gawain, he was immediately relieved, and a hint of understanding appeared in their eyes.

How could the hospitable Canadians forget that Gawain and his native hope Raonic were close friends? When they supported Raonic, they were also willing to applaud Gawain. Moreover, Gawain was a likable player. Who could refuse? Not only the staff, but also Gawain himself was shocked.

The scene of reporters yesterday was already terrifying enough, but I didn’t expect that there would be an even more spectacular scene waiting in front of the training ground this morning.

After not getting a good night's rest, the sunlight was a little dazzling, and Gao Wen had to wear sunglasses. Looking at the huge crowd spreading out in front of him, he was surprised and sighed. He was originally going to go straight into the training ground, but he didn't even realize it and waved to express his gratitude.

No one expected that this wave of the hand would instantly ignite the enthusiasm of the entire audience and make them crazy.

“Ah! Ahhhhh!”

Screams and roars broke through the top of the head, erupting with incredible energy, sweeping across the entire stadium. Huge waves began to shake the surrounding stadium and training ground. The soles of the feet seemed to be able to clearly feel the slight trembling of thousands of horses galloping, and the whole world was swaying and shaking along with it.

"ah……"

The shock was overwhelming.

Gawain was killed unexpectedly.

The footsteps came closer, bit by bit, the cheers gradually turned into roars, and shouts came out from every corner, hitting the eardrums like a heavy punch.

"Gawain, I love you!"

"Whatever happens, we support you."

"Don't worry, you're the best."

“We understand you.”

"Injury is the most important thing, take good care of it."

"Take care of yourself, stay healthy, please stay healthy."

"I love your tennis. I'm crazy about your tennis."

"You are the king!"

"You tried your best, we saw it, we saw it!"

"Great game! We're always behind you."

"Keep going, we are your strongest support."

One sound, then another, and another... like drumbeats, comparable to thunder, bursting out like a torrential rain.

When people discuss the emptiness and hollowness of the Internet, what are they talking about? Here is an example.

On social networks, attacks and slanders are overwhelming. Every person is an expert and a doctor, and they are even more authoritative and professional than professionals. They swear that they can use their eyes to judge injuries and detect doping. Even though nothing has happened, they can't wait to launch an attack.

Gao Wen is not the only victim. Even more than public figures, there are millions of ordinary people in real life. Any event or any statement may become the target of cyber attack. Cyber ​​violence is rising steadily and has reached an incredible height, becoming a new topic in today's era.

If you only pay attention to the Internet, you will inevitably have the illusion that "Gawain has become a rat crossing the street", and you can't help but be confused: Did he do something wrong?

However, when we leave the virtual world woven by numbers and signals and return to reality, feeling the weight of real life with our feet on the ground, we suddenly discover that those attacks, insults, slanders, malice and blood have disappeared without a trace, as if they had never existed.

The scene before our eyes is proof of that.

Those smiling faces were filled with happiness and excitement, sparkling with emotion and tenderness, burning with passion and joy, and shining brightly, even the golden sunlight in the early morning was eclipsed. The heat waves mixed with the scent of sweat and tears danced on the surface of the skin.

They remain rational, objective, passionate, and have a heart that still loves life and believes in hope.

No one followed the crowd, no one launched a siege, no one vented hatred, but instead made their own voices heard and expressed their support with practical actions.

Unlike those netizens who shouted "I will never watch Gao Wen's game again" but have never actually watched any of Gao Wen's games, let alone bought tickets to watch the game in person, these are real individuals in real life, and they are also the ones who are brave enough to speak out for the things they care about.

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Through them, we can see through the fog and see the truth hidden behind the cyber darkness.

So, what is real?

So, how much of the malice and hatred hidden behind the virtual bubble is real, how much is sincerely directed at Gao Wen, how many are from real and living individuals, how many are opinions expressed after independent thinking, and how many are meaningful voices?

So, what changes will the gap and dislocation between the Internet and reality bring? So, the most important and only important thing is, what should people believe? In fact, Gao Wen did not open the social network. He knew that there was no need to pay attention to it, let alone care about it, but it did not mean that he knew nothing.

Reporters' questions, Gao Hongli and Jiang Yanyun's concerns, Tobias' caution, Sampras' irritability, Pelt's frustration, and Plan's concern.

The details were pieced together one by one. Even without opening the social network, Gao Wen could imagine the overwhelming pressure.

However, as a former journalist, Gao Wen tried to firmly grasp the reality and the truth, and avoid being drawn into the bubble of the virtual world as much as possible. He could still clearly feel the heat and energy of the cheering waves in front of him. He just grabbed his ankle and forcefully declared the existence of gravity.

This is the truth.

The heart contracted violently, and an indescribable enthusiasm and warmth surged and surging in the chest.

He knew he was not fighting alone, he had always known it, but at this moment, he felt it more than ever before.

In the crowd, Gao Wen saw a thin figure holding a sign high up. He was almost swallowed up by the surging crowd and was shaky. However, the figure still held the sign high up stubbornly and kept jumping, trying to show his sign and declare his ideas.

In the midst of the turbulence and chaos, Gawain saw it and was slightly startled. His eyes were slightly warm, but he couldn't help but smile upwards, blooming high, wantonly, and brilliantly.

"Stay with me."

He likes this sentence.