Chapter 243 Breakthrough Moment
"Game, high, 2:6, 7:5, 6:0."
The referee has directly announced the score, bringing an end to this game that lasted exactly two hours and seven minutes.
Ah! Ah! Gawain put the racket in his left hand, clenched his right hand into a fist, and leaped high into the air, roaring passionately, over and over again, his blood boiling! He was full of passion! There was a roar in his ears, and he seemed to be able to clearly hear the beating pulse of the world, and the hot magma erupted continuously, releasing energy towards the audience.
He won.
He won!
In the first official game of his professional career, facing Kokkinakis, a talented teenager ranked in the top 300 in the world, he was pushed to the edge of the match point. He truly felt the gap between NCAA and professional games. The overwhelming strength had an incredible impact and he learned a good lesson.
Especially in recent times, his growth potential has reached a bottleneck, and his daily training has not made the usual rapid progress. His entire career is facing challenges, which makes Gao Wen have a glimmer of doubt in his heart: Is this the limit of his talent?
Even if he got another chance, even with the help of the system, he could not break free from the constraints of his own talent. His dream of becoming a professional player stopped at the level of NCAA champion before he even started!
That unwillingness, that fear, that panic disrupted his calmness and confidence for the first time, and then he met Kokkinakis.
but!
He didn't give up! He fought to the last minute! He found an opportunity! He seized the opportunity and completed a comeback! He fought for a glimmer of hope with his unyielding performance! He proved his determination and belief in pursuing his dream with his actual actions! Victory!
Hold it firmly in your hand!
This is his moment! This is his victory! "Ahhhh!"
Gawain clenched his fists tightly, and vented his anger to the audience stands as if he owned the whole world.
Boom boom boom! The whole place roared! The entire audience in Stand 3, which could only hold 500 people, stood up and applauded. The cheers and shouts continued to roll and surge like a raging sea. The heat and anxiety of the scorching sun also boiled up. It seemed as if the heat waves of the whole world were surging towards one center.
Ah! After Gawain vented all his emotions, a smile crept up the corners of his mouth, and then blossomed brilliantly—
He likes the fighting moments of the game and has no fear even when facing match point; but he likes the end when he has given his all even more, enjoying the cheers of the audience and the joy of victory, his pounding heart pounding against his chest, and feeling like he is truly alive like never before.
Then, Gao Wen ended his brief celebration and walked quickly towards the front of the net, ready to shake hands after the game.
However, Kokkinakis had not come yet.
Gao Wen, who had just finished serving and was about to go to the net, was actually closer to the net and was in front of it in just two or three steps. However, Kokkinakis, who had lost the game, stood at the back of the court, panting heavily, exuding a desperate pain and struggle all over his body, refusing to face reality.
It was not until Gawain finished celebrating and stood in front of the net waiting that Kokkinakis reluctantly moved forward. At a glance, he could see Gawain's brilliant Apollo-like smile, which made Kokkinakis feel aggrieved. His anger almost broke through the last bit of rationality.
Lost? He actually lost?
Kyrgios belonged to Gao Wen in the charity exhibition match. There were a thousand and ten thousand reasons, but Kyrgios still felt deeply ashamed.
So when Kokkinakis saw the strange yet familiar name appear on Binghamton's draw list, he immediately perked up and looked forward to teaching the "college student" a lesson and letting him know that professional competitions and charity exhibition games are not the same thing.
And then... nothing happened.
Kokkinakis wanted to just disappear right where he was.
If it were Kyrgios, he might have refused the post-match handshake and left directly, but Kokkinakis is not Kyrgios. Despite his anger and shame, he still retained a little bit of rationality.
Kokkinakis simply touched Gawain's right hand, his gloomy expression showing no sign of friendliness at all, and he just spoke through gritted teeth.
“There won’t be a next time.”
But Gao Wen raised his eyebrows with a smile and said something meaningful.
“Why do I feel like there are many, many more times.”
Kokkinakis: ...
He really wanted to strangle Gawain with his bare hands, but when he looked at Gawain's body shape, which was in no way inferior to his own, with solid and smooth muscle lines covered with sweat, shining brightly in the sun, he immediately backed off.
snort.
Kokkinakis ignored Gawain and walked straight towards the referee, but he did not look happy. He always believed that the referee favored Gawain and changed the direction of the game, so he simply patted the referee's right hand and walked towards his rest area.
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Gao Wen politely shook hands with the referee and then returned to the court, accepting the cheers and applause from the audience and enjoying his own moment.
Who could say no to victory? But that's not all.
After the game, Gao Wen returned to the players' locker room and went through the entire post-match procedure, from showering to massage, etc. After all, a victory is not everything, he also needs to prepare for the next round of games tomorrow; none of these steps and processes can be missed.
After his tired muscles relaxed a little, Gawain packed up his equipment and prepared to go to Court No. 4 to watch Geelong's game. He didn't know whether McDonald's game on Court No. 2 had finished. Both of their games were slightly later than Gawain's, so there was no way to know the situation now.
If it is a top-level event, there will be live broadcast footage in the players' lounge, so you can naturally see the conditions of different stadiums, but there is naturally no such thing for a game of Binghamton's level, so you must go to each stadium or the event organizing committee to confirm it in person.
Then, Gao Wen remembered to confirm the system.
In fact, in recent times, no matter how much he practiced or competed, he could not see any obvious improvement. Gradually, Gao Wen gave up "monitoring" the changes in the system to avoid being too obsessed with the changes in numbers and falling into anxiety.
The same is true today.
Even after such an intense match, Gawain did not immediately check the system. He did not think of it until he was done. How about checking it? It would be fine if there was no change, but what if there was? Ding! With a silent thought in his subconscious mind, he could see fireworks blooming as soon as he summoned the system. The noisy scene startled Gawain without warning. This had never happened before, and Gawain was confused and had a lot of question marks on his head.
Fireworks were clearly blooming in my mind, but it was as if a group of flies were hovering above my head, and I couldn't help but blink desperately.
"Congratulations, you have been promoted from an advanced practitioner to a professional practitioner and have won a new title."
(End of this chapter)