Chapter 275: Sweeping the Enemy

Ah!

His body had been stretched to the limit, but at the last moment he did not burst out with all his strength. Instead, he used the strength of his forearms and wrists to pull the string, and then his legs were in a split position. He barely used the racket to support the ground to control his balance, and stared at the flight trajectory of the tennis ball.

Time and space froze in an instant, as if the whole world had slowed down hundreds and thousands of times. One could even see the sunlight blooming after hitting the tennis ball. The golden halo was as brilliant as fireworks, outlining a thrilling streamline in the air, and then rushed out mightily.

Fly, fall, land, bounce.

The next second, you can see the linesman making a hand gesture of in-bounds with his hands together, and then your heart explodes.

Winner!

Supporting the racket with both hands, he raised his center of gravity and jumped high. The power erupting from deep in his dantian was released mighty and powerfully. His right hand clenched into a fist and shot up into the sky. His roar broke through the restraint of his throat and all his passion was released.

Roar! Roar, roar, roar! He raised his right fist high until gravity pulled his body down rapidly. His feet felt the reaction force of the ground surge like waves again, but he still didn't put his right hand down. Instead, he turned around smoothly and successfully found his friends in the surging crowd.

MacDonald was screaming, Gillon was screaming, even Tobias was screaming.

The index finger of your right hand stands straight up.

It is the first and only one. This is the first official competition championship in his career, which is even more impressive than the NCAA National Championship!

Before coming to Binghamton, Gao Wen did not set any goals for this tournament. This was not out of modesty but reality. After all, he still lacked competition experience, and his own strength was also in the rising stage. He just entered the professional stage after the end of the U.S. Championships, so he should need more polishing.

Exercise yourself.

This is the task that Gao Wen set for himself, so every game is like this. Gao Wen is always polishing himself, seizing every opportunity, staying on the court as much as possible, and creating confrontations as much as possible. Every point won can be transformed into experience, and every victory means that he can win more opportunities to practice battles.

One step, then another.

And just like that, he persevered to the end.

champion.

He won his first Challenge Championship. Even if he just imagined it, he couldn't help but smile and happiness filled his entire chest.

He did it, he really did it! But more importantly, he believed that he had more possibilities. He believed that this was just the beginning, and there would be more challenges, more victories, and more unknowns waiting for him in the future.

Dreams have become more real than ever before.

Ahhh! Ahhh! The whole audience burst into applause!

Some people guessed the ending, but no one guessed the process. Even the boldest, most arrogant and craziest guesses did not expect that this duel would be so... disappointing.

“6:2”, “6:0”.

A powerful sweep and a complete victory.

Who could have expected that the match between “top seed vs. unknown” would end up like this?

The audience was exchanging glances, with expressions of disbelief and admiration mixed together. For a long, long time to come, the residents of Binghamton will probably not forget such a focus.

Even the reporter who accidentally asked the question at the beginning probably didn't expect that Gawain would actually beat Zverev! Surprisingly!

What’s more, what about Zverev himself?

Oh, that's Zverev.

After celebrating wildly, Gao Wen finally realized that "the game is not over yet", or to be more precise, the post-match handshake and greeting session is not over yet.

Gao Wen turned around and saw Zverev standing in front of the net with his head down. He trotted over to greet him.

Then I noticed that the racket in Zverev's hand was twisted and deformed again. It seemed that he had just vented his passion after the last point. The poor racket looked completely scrapped, clearly showing the anger of its owner.

“A great match.”

Gao Wen extended his right hand in a friendly manner and smiled at Zverev Jr.

But it was so dazzling in Zverev's eyes——

He lost.

Haha, he actually lost.

Not only did he lose to an insignificant nobody, but he was defeated in such an embarrassing, humiliating and shameful way.

How is this possible? How can this be possible?

When he saw the numbers on the scoreboard out of the corner of his eye, his chest almost exploded. Then he saw Gawain's smile, as if he was laughing at his stupidity, and the string in his mind broke.

The little bit of rationality that was left stopped him from smashing that smiling face with his fist. He reluctantly patted Gawain's right hand, without any greeting, conversation or hug. He just walked straight towards the referee, patted the referee's right hand as a "handshake", and left quickly.

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He needed to leave here, he needed to leave the spotlight, he needed to sort out his pride and self-esteem.

He needs quiet.

In a hurry, Zverev packed his bag and prepared to leave, but the tournament director appeared and stopped Zverev.

There is also an award ceremony.

The champion needs to receive the championship trophy, and the runner-up also needs to receive the runner-up trophy. Whether you like it or not, this is the rule of all professional competitions.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Zverev was furious and almost pointed at the tournament director's nose and started cursing.

Looking at Zverev's back as he fled but was stopped, Gawain and the referee were a little surprised. They looked at each other and exchanged glances. Both of them smiled politely. Although there was no dialogue, they seemed to be able to feel a tacit understanding between them.

Fortunately, the tournament director was also a smart man. He realized that Zverev was a volcano that could erupt at any time, so he made a polite suggestion.

"You can go to the bathroom and fix your clothes before attending the award ceremony."

Zverev found the steps and hurriedly left the court. When he waited to reappear, he seemed to have finally regained some rationality, but he still had a gloomy face from beginning to end, exuding an aura of "keep away from strangers". He had no intention of exchanging polite greetings with Gawain and pretending to be friends with him.

Like a ruthless tool, he attended the award ceremony on behalf of Zverev.

In the stands, MacDonald was slightly worried, "Nothing will happen, right?"

The competitive atmosphere in professional games is significantly different from that in the NCAA, and the gunpowder smell that permeates the entire arena did not dissipate even after the game ended.

Tobias was very calm, "Don't worry, it won't happen. I think Gawain performed very well today. It wouldn't be outstanding without one or two enemy professional players."

MacDonald and Gillon both looked at Tobias with thoughtful expressions.

First update.

(End of this chapter)