Chapter 1962: Defending the title
Back and forth, back and forth... The tennis ball is like a spirit, going back and forth on both sides of the court, and the numbers seem to have no meaning at all.
One beat, two beats, three beats, four beats, five beats, fifty-five beats, fifty-six beats, fifty-seven beats, one beat after another of confrontation and game, endlessly entangled, slowly sinking into fatigue and numbness, even producing a sense of boredom at a certain moment, a dark and terrible idea quietly took root:
Why isn’t it over yet?
but.
Even the spectators were exhausted, let alone the two people who were fighting on the court. The air was getting warmer and warmer, and the heartbeat was dying down.
Then, the Arthur Ashe Stadium fell into a strange state, noisy and quiet, exciting and stagnant, as if time and space were distorted.
Even Djokovic and Gawain both went into slow motion.
Beat 57.
Gawain is running, Gawain is stretching, Gawain is trying his best, faster, faster, faster and faster.
In a trance, Gawain was like a giant standing tall, his body extending, his strength exploding, and his speed finally reaching a higher level.
then.
Just like that, it broke free from the limitations and constraints of speed and entered another level, instantly breaking the constraints of time and space, jumping from slow time to fast time and space. The picture in front of you instantly entered ten times the speed but created the effect of a hundred times the speed. Everything in your sight was accelerated and turned into a ball of light.
Fast! Too fast! There was only a halo of light. I couldn't help but hold my breath and forget my heartbeat. I stared at Gawain with wide eyes, trying hard to see clearly.
Ahhh! Batting.
Make an effort.
……straight line.
Ah! Ah! Ah! The roar echoed and the blood boiled.
The tennis ball was compressed to the extreme and was almost about to explode. It changed its flight trajectory violently and forcefully and shot out in a straight line like lightning.
A straight line, it’s actually a straight line!
The whole audience was stunned.
Earth-shaking!
Turn the world upside down! In an instant, subversion and breakthrough.
Including Djokovic.
I was terrified, my teeth were gnashing, and my head was buzzing.
Sudden stop and turn, one brake, and two starts.
Djokovic was caught completely off guard because the force of the brakes was so fierce that he lost his balance and almost slipped. However, he still did not give up. He readjusted his center of gravity and his steps, and pulled forcefully to the right again.
His eyes were fixed on that hint of mustard yellow light.
Push off the ground, start, sprint, and run.
Djokovic was working hard, bursting out, and burning. His body was releasing fierce energy, and he was already flying into the air in the next second, but -
It's too late.
Everything is too late.
The overwhelming and burning gaze was focused on the tennis ball, watching it fly in a straight line.
Straight and straight, comparable to light and shadow.
It falls into the blind spot of the bottom line accurately, presses the line, presses the line without a doubt, drills into the blind spot, and leaves a mark, just like a blooming flower.
Then, jump out.
Light and shadow, so smooth and so free, break through shackles, blockades and limits.
Boom! It's over.
Everything ended just like that, with the final period coming to an end.
Buzz.
The whole audience fell into a brief state of shock. Everything was quiet and silent, with only the wind blowing.
Rolling.
The tennis ball rolled out, and it was the only moving object in the stillness, pulling at the sight and the heart to extend continuously.
"Game..."
The referee Esdraki chanted the spell, bringing the game to an end and lifting the magic of the Ice Kingdom. In an instant—
Boom! The volcano erupted!
After Gao Wen completed the last shot, his whole body lost strength and his knees went soft, but he did not dare to relax. He remained tense, staring closely at where the tennis ball landed, and was ready to continue hitting the ball, attacking, and fighting until he was sure that the tennis ball was sent into the gap, broke free, and confirmed the score.
The strength receded like the tide and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
boom.
The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!
Gawain's knees softened and he fell to the ground, spreading his arms and legs. He just lay there, his heart exploding, his brain exploding, and before he had time to catch his breath, the brilliant lights and enchanting night sky in front of him became a blur, the heat and burning in his eyes surged, he could no longer control it, and covered his cheeks.
He did it.
Keep fighting, keep struggling, keep burning, until the end of the game, refuse to give up, refuse to surrender, refuse to bow your head, and stand until the last moment.
He broke through the bottleneck, he challenged his limits, he completed the transformation, and he finally defeated himself.
finally!
My mind is blank, with no thoughts at all, only joy and happiness. The whole world is burning, and the noise is pouring down like a rainstorm.
Ah! Gu Xiao was roaring, Qiao Wangsheng was screaming, and all the fans in the stadium were jumping, cheering, waving their arms, roaring, and celebrating, completely losing their reason and calm.
Today, from afternoon to evening, they experienced, felt and witnessed together, not only witnessing the birth of a champion, but also witnessing the transformation of a warrior and the coming of a king. Only by watching the entire game live can one appreciate the madness and excitement of this moment.
We celebrate because of the victory, the championship, and more importantly, this game, this wonderful peak showdown.
They were fortunate enough to be witnesses.
Ah! Jiang Yanqing cried out with tears streaming down her face, but she did not wipe her cheeks. She just let the tears flow freely, staring at the TV screen in embarrassment but with pride. She stood firmly behind Gao Wen across the vast Pacific Ocean, and together they completed this arduous battle.
She had never doubted Gawain. It was not because she believed Gawain could win the championship, but because she believed Gawain could fight to the end. It had nothing to do with winning or losing, and it had nothing to do with the championship. It was just a battle and a struggle. And in fact, it was true. They followed Gawain and fought until the last moment.
It's not just Jiang Yanqing, it's not just the Chinese mainland.
The entire social network went crazy, completely crazy. There was cheering, roaring, and celebrating. The sea of fire was spreading to every corner of the earth.
Ah! Gao Hongli stood quietly. He could hear cheers and shouts. It wasn't just them. Pelt, who usually didn't show his emotions, was also secretly wiping away tears. Jiang Yanyun and Graf were staring at the court with tears in their eyes, and mixed emotions spread on their tongues.
Gao Hongli stared at the small figure lying on the court. He covered his cheeks with his hands, but still couldn't control his slightly shaking shoulders.
He knew, he knew everything, what Gawain had been through along the way.
Just last week, he advised Gawain to withdraw from the competition, and even got angry at Gawain's stubbornness and obstinacy, and he still hasn't completely calmed down until now; but he knows that he was wrong, not because Gawain won, but because Gawain maintained that stubborn fighting spirit throughout.
My son, you have grown up.
Gawain has his own ideas and beliefs. He uses his own feet to unswervingly cut through the thorns and open up a whole new sky.
Maybe, Gawain will get hurt; maybe, Gawain will fall into a low point; maybe, Gawain will face many difficulties, but one thing is certain, Gawain will not give up and will not surrender.
It was not until this moment that Gao Hongli truly understood the meaning of that word——
Fight!
(End of this chapter)